<?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-8204649138823481362</id><updated>2012-01-18T20:26:52.034-08:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>Good to be a Queen, Welcome to my Palace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6072392779150468491</id><published>2011-11-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:37:24.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time................</title><content type='html'>What's your definition of time?&lt;br /&gt;The Webster Dictionary defines the word time as....&lt;br /&gt;a : the measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/duration" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="270"&gt;duration&lt;/a&gt; b : a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; COLOR: darkgreen; FONT-SIZE: 100%; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" id="itxthook0" class="itxtrst itxtrsta itxthook" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/time#" rel="nofollow"&gt;future&lt;/a&gt; c : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/leisure" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="278"&gt;leisure&lt;/a&gt; &lt;time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;: the point or period when something occurs : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/occasion" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="286"&gt;occasion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;a : an appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin, or end. One's lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of course, time is different to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to check in on any one's blog lately, actually thought about doing away with mine...But who would I whine to!!!! Whether anyone reads them or not sometimes it just feels better to write life down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over half my life mine was spent fighting traffic to punch a time card and then later swipe my badge. I lived for the daily thrill and drama of the Operating Room, long hours spent with my hands in places that would make some people cringe...I let that time consume me...And I thought I loved that life so much that I couldn't imagine not doing it! Meanwhile my daughter was busy growing up, and a I was missing precious time with her by trying to provide for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in my life I wish I'd not wasted my time on (a few of them are of the opposite sex, I'm sure I'm not the only one that has some of these skeleton's in their closet, except mine is the size of a small cemetery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my daughters wedding day there wasn't enough time for me to sit back and take in her grace and beauty, I never dreamed that I could be the Mother of something so wonderful and amazing as her...and the past seven months with our adorable grandson have been the most precious time imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;We have two beautiful grandchildren!!! What an amazing blessing that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my first attempt at being a small business owner....Oh Boy!!! Did I have a lot to learn....When I started doing the farmers markets I had no clue what I was doing and how much work it actually is...and now, I could easily join the carnival...I can put up and take down a tent and set up a display in record time...And the things you see at the Farmers Market....There was the time one Friday afternoon around 4pm we watched as two State Patrols had this fella pulled over for what from our view, was a DUI...It took two hours for this poor man to try and pass a sobriety test....every time he failed he would get more animated coming up with every reason he could think of why he couldn't pass it(I believe scoliosis was mentioned once)....finally the big dog came in(literally)...and that was the end of the road for him! This could quite possibly be shown on Cops! We weren't sure if we should cheer for that pathetic driver or those poor State Troopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my time is spent cherishing what precious days I have with my Mother...&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting by my Mothers beside in ICU when the doctors told her she was dying from COPD and there was nothing they could do but make her comfortable...I watched as they walked away and my Mom pulled the cover over her face and cried...That is one moment in time I'll never forget! I've signed all the necessary papers and made some hard decisions, and the one thing I've found out is that all those years in the medical field never prepared me for this...&lt;br /&gt;Time spent watching someone you love struggle to do something so simple as breathe.&lt;br /&gt;When walking from one room to the next is exhausting. Something as simple as bathing is horrible choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time is spent driving or flying back and forth to help with my Mothers care..for weeks of good and bad night and days...Were thankful for the good days and we pray through the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;According to the Doctors she should already be gone, but according to a higher Doctor she is still fighting the battle...And I will fly,drive or walk if I have to to help her fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Time is Precious! Spend it Wisely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6072392779150468491?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6072392779150468491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6072392779150468491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6072392779150468491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6072392779150468491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/11/time.html' title='Time................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3554482391388943849</id><published>2011-09-28T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:05:01.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C4I1ECLtnw/ToPf411h7-I/AAAAAAAABk4/IZS-wdyqEc0/s1600/305185_2116983928462_1361660532_32159128_1119232838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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The temperature outside was around 98 degrees and the temperature inside the vehicle was even hotter...I was complaining about his lack of sympathy and understanding (which was my first mistake) and tiring of his looks of confusion when he looked over rolled his eyes and said, " Why do yall gotta&amp;nbsp;make a big deal out of mood swings and hot flashes anyway".............I looked at him with fire in my eyes and said, "Fine, then it shouldn't be a big deal when I rip your spine out with my teeth"...........As of today we have no road trips planned anytime soon....&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a "cool" day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5048434618879274513?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5048434618879274513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5048434618879274513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5048434618879274513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5048434618879274513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/09/men-and-menopause.html' title='Men And Menopause.....................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8622954093180306225</id><published>2011-08-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:50:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent a week with my toes dipped in the Gulf Coast sipping iced coffee and humming Rolling in the Deep by Adele, that was fine until my daughter told me the song she had stuck in her head..Then, I had multiple choices to drive me insane .It could have been worse, I once spent an entire week at work humming "If I only had a brain" from the Wizard of Oz, not only drove me but several other people to the edge (Whatcha ya humming now?)...Other than that the week was wonderful, Sun, Sand and this little fellas first beach trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645346731510443378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKnIZ0XwvDw/TlhM8SWXrXI/AAAAAAAABkc/_QLDXv2i4cQ/s320/160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's gonna be a natural beach baby , he thought the waves were rolling just for him..&lt;/div&gt;I came home and quickly realized that my laundry had multiplied on the trip, because I don't remember packing all those clothes.. I was still on that vacation high(or just being lazy) with the faint scent of Hawaiian Tropic still lingering on my skin and Jimmy Buffett playing in my head when my husband "Rico Suave"walked in the door, he was carrying several bushels of apples a brand new apple corer and a smile on his face, "Look what I brought you, these are beauties"...He said "What do you think", I gave him my usual, I'll give you three guesses but you'll only need one.. He never likes that!!!! (He never guesses right anyway) And I never win!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Better get on these soon before they get soft don't ya think".....I asked was there something sparkly in the bottom of all those bags for me when I finished...I'll give you three guesses what the answer to that was...........But you won't need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-8622954093180306225?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8622954093180306225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8622954093180306225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8622954093180306225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8622954093180306225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/08/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check..................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKnIZ0XwvDw/TlhM8SWXrXI/AAAAAAAABkc/_QLDXv2i4cQ/s72-c/160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-611446212060593753</id><published>2011-08-05T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:38:59.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwziHPU-S0/Tjw4pOfg9yI/AAAAAAAABkU/kZuxHIIfxR4/s1600/011-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwziHPU-S0/Tjw4pOfg9yI/AAAAAAAABkU/kZuxHIIfxR4/s320/011-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637443114477090594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleven years ago today, two scared kids stared their life's together and one single Mother thought hers was over...Boy I was wrong! I gained the world's best "Son", and I've never seen my daughter happier...Pride isn't enough of a word for you two..Today, their life couldn't be more complete...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637441633109661154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1qJOu5CDMA/Tjw3S_9_1eI/AAAAAAAABkE/Hzth1XkmdAM/s320/675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my wonderful children..My life is so blessed beyond measure because of you!&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/8204649138823481362-611446212060593753?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/611446212060593753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=611446212060593753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/611446212060593753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/611446212060593753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwziHPU-S0/Tjw4pOfg9yI/AAAAAAAABkU/kZuxHIIfxR4/s72-c/011-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1588932638511450081</id><published>2011-08-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T07:56:06.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have Tons Of Time On Your Hands..........</title><content type='html'>If your life is totaly boring and your in search for yet another blog to read...I suggest this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organicallyyoursbodycare.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.organicallyyoursbodycare.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear (wink,wink) she's quite funny and is going to be giving away some wonderful products soon! And her natural beauty tips are awesome! Just saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1588932638511450081?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1588932638511450081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1588932638511450081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1588932638511450081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1588932638511450081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-have-tons-of-time-on-your-hands.html' title='If You Have Tons Of Time On Your Hands..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2731088352436295368</id><published>2011-07-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:12:11.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince And My Princess.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had anticipated this day for quite some time, the day I would have both of them together....After all she's had total control over her Papa and Grammie for nine years and (and she has ruled with an sparkly wand) every time we tried to tell her that there might be an addition to the family she either walked away or told us she didn't want to discuss it...So, what would happen when she had to share attention and affection was a big concern...Maybe a little bit of jealousy maybe a lot or maybe stuff him in a trash can when Gram wasn't looking (trust me, we were a little worried...This girl has marked her territory). I thought the day went very well....What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634792087889272098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyP2-wUxf50/TjLNjK3SXSI/AAAAAAAABj8/zVMYKs2HVrY/s320/008-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634791875913381554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uddJJKV2zU/TjLNW1MS9rI/AAAAAAAABj0/WPDgsmsbmVw/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634791182285303474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2f0RFyIi0E/TjLMudOebrI/AAAAAAAABjs/g_peLgjtB_Q/s320/014.JPG" /&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/8204649138823481362-2731088352436295368?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2731088352436295368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2731088352436295368' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2731088352436295368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2731088352436295368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-prince-and-my-princess.html' title='My Prince And My Princess.................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyP2-wUxf50/TjLNjK3SXSI/AAAAAAAABj8/zVMYKs2HVrY/s72-c/008-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2123641245661711900</id><published>2011-07-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:10:43.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630895255168319938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESQOpE2Uhbg/TiT1Zpu9gcI/AAAAAAAABjk/bwyiFckdO2o/s320/009-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all fun and games until you realized you've canned forty nine quarts and still haven't finished yet....Then it gets ugly! Or maybe I'm the one who gets ugly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to tell myself how good they'll taste in soups and chilli's....I'll tell myself that tomorrow because tonight I'm gonna try to build up enough strenght to cry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2123641245661711900?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2123641245661711900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2123641245661711900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2123641245661711900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2123641245661711900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/07/garden.html' title='Garden.....................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESQOpE2Uhbg/TiT1Zpu9gcI/AAAAAAAABjk/bwyiFckdO2o/s72-c/009-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2535639227276754125</id><published>2011-07-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:58:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...................</title><content type='html'>She doesn't blog because her computers dies, then she buys computer and still doesn't blog.....What gives!!! Trust me, it's not because the voices in my head have stopped talking to me and the urge to tell everyone all my hidden secrets have died....Rest assured I'm still a dysfunctional mess......I'm just a busy mess.....Like most everyone in the whole wide world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is exceptional busy inside the palace walls (someone asked me why my blog is titled Good to be a Queen and why I refer to my home as the palace, it's not because I'm totally full of my prissy self but because my last name is....you guessed it!!! QUEEN!!!) I thought it was cute...she didn't get it....it must be sad in her world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the usual cast of Summer character's that keep me hopping, picking, canning, freezing and burning up in this Georgia heat!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imFOSFVlzKM/TiCogC49ZpI/AAAAAAAABjA/Rl5ooDQmB6I/s1600/032.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/-imFOSFVlzKM/TiCogC49ZpI/AAAAAAAABjA/Rl5ooDQmB6I/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629684802698176146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wouldn't be so bad if I glistened when I was hot, kinda like the vampires do in the Twilight movies.....Nope, not me it's a full on sweat... the kind that runs down your butt crack............YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband informed me yesterday that the North Ga apples will be ready for picking in three weeks, I looked at him and replied, "Oh Boy!".......He said that I didn't sound like I meant it..........I assured him I would work on my attitude........................................................So far it's not changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided to take my show (so to speak) on the road, and no I've not ran away and joined the carnival which by the way was my life long dream to be a "Carny" at the tender age of nine, I mean where else can you wear cut-off shorts and some old Lynyrd Skynyrd tee-shirt to work everyday....I wasn't taught to dream big....What can I say!!!.......&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to sell my homemade natural bath and body products in a couple of local Farmers Markets&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LameI3sc1Gc/TiCoFhRjUeI/AAAAAAAABi4/mCMuh3qn3ro/s1600/018-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LameI3sc1Gc/TiCoFhRjUeI/AAAAAAAABi4/mCMuh3qn3ro/s320/018-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629684346997920226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt pretty good about that until I realized they are all outside......In the mid-day Georgia heat......on a parking lot.......Need I remind you about the whole sweat and butt crack thingy!!! Tuesday's Market was 108~.....It's hard to sell your products and act like the Macy's spritzer girl when you look like your lactating.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart has be stolen and my never be returned by this little fella here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OECuJ4xKA14/TiCna8-rRsI/AAAAAAAABiw/dXIjE23QDrI/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OECuJ4xKA14/TiCna8-rRsI/AAAAAAAABiw/dXIjE23QDrI/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629683615700567746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 100% over the moon in love with this little boy, he has completely turned our lives upside down...I just want to eat him.....Those lips are begging to be kissed...And that wild and crazy head of hair he has...Don't get me started!!!! The adoption should be finalized sometime in August, I've never seen my daughter and son in law more exhausted and in love and complete than they are now...They are truly blessed!!! And we (Papa and Grammie) are do some spoiling!!!&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/8204649138823481362-2535639227276754125?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2535639227276754125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2535639227276754125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2535639227276754125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2535639227276754125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-here.html' title='Still Here...................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imFOSFVlzKM/TiCogC49ZpI/AAAAAAAABjA/Rl5ooDQmB6I/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4580069136646511595</id><published>2011-05-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:52:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Reason.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVvywEm0-N4/TeBVQKlUXsI/AAAAAAAABhw/U0z3mzjbjBo/s1600/df1a72f592158a4619df6d2918bdf2d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611578871910784706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVvywEm0-N4/TeBVQKlUXsI/AAAAAAAABhw/U0z3mzjbjBo/s320/df1a72f592158a4619df6d2918bdf2d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dead soldier's silence sings our national anthem.~ Aaron Kilbourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a safe a Happy Memorial Day Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-4580069136646511595?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4580069136646511595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4580069136646511595' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4580069136646511595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4580069136646511595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-reason.html' title='Remember The Reason.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVvywEm0-N4/TeBVQKlUXsI/AAAAAAAABhw/U0z3mzjbjBo/s72-c/df1a72f592158a4619df6d2918bdf2d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5657037191363947363</id><published>2011-05-14T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:26:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Five Months....................</title><content type='html'>Y'all know I live on the edge and everyday is an adventure for me.......NOT!.....Thought I would update you on what you've been missing....I have parents who are in poor health...That's not changed...In fact the list of ailments have doubled on them...My Mother has been diagnosed with Lupus. And there pretty sure she has had it for years, she also is in Congestive Heart Failure.....None of these are pleasant.....My Daddy just had prostate surgery, the only good thing about this is the jokes he's been telling....It would be best if I didn't share those with you, my Daddy is a little twisted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated a birthday in March that made me realize I was truly middle aged....The first half of the month I spent in a fetal position.....The second half I just cried!! A lady told me that middle age was "magical"for women.....I stood in front of a mirror naked and prayed that the "magic" would begin quickly and start with my sagging breast.....So far..No magic has happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still twenty pounds heavier than I would like to be, and with swimsuit season fast approaching I shall require a bathing suit with enough Lycra and Spandex in it to cut off my circulation if I want everything "held up and in".............Close your eyes and imagine that....Hot Right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM STILL EXTREMELY MENOPAUSAL, And that alone is a 24/7 thrill ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a ravishing affair with cupcakes, I've thought about eating them and then vomiting but consider that to be cruel to the pastry chef who created them.....I'm not that mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today we went to a wedding in a beautiful field, as we were walking to our seats we passed by a magical display of these little beauties....I looked at my husband and said, "This is going to be a great wedding". A cupcake is like Christmas, each bite a surprise.....I was surprised several times today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you thought I would end this post with out mentioning that little beautiful bundle of love that I can't get enough of.......You were wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606700383600332786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU8lk4jqeDc/Tc8ASxaLT_I/AAAAAAAABho/nO15ssBl1Xc/s320/230118_222111207805289_100000192332539_1045099_3354782_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smitten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5657037191363947363?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5657037191363947363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5657037191363947363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5657037191363947363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5657037191363947363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/05/past-five-months.html' title='The Past Five Months....................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU8lk4jqeDc/Tc8ASxaLT_I/AAAAAAAABho/nO15ssBl1Xc/s72-c/230118_222111207805289_100000192332539_1045099_3354782_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6430143747765722268</id><published>2011-05-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:45:35.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle Again................</title><content type='html'>Could it be...Is it true.....Did she finally go to the Walmart she frequents so much that they know her by name and buy a computer?????? Yes she did!!! Yippee!!!! And boy do I have a lot to tell y'all, so grab a cupcake and a cup of coffee or a glass of sweet tea and let's get going.....because I've been saving up!!! First off, WE HAVE A BABY BOY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am ready to start showing him off.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feast your eyes on this little angel here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603734708303423842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8wFNbaagfA/TcR3Bv_z6WI/AAAAAAAABhY/MOnMKfAoCsU/s320/615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elias Nathan Tibbetts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elias means "Jehovah is God" and Nathan means " Gift of God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Due date was May the 15th....he decided he had had enough and came 3 weeks early..."Baby Mama" had a rough pregnancy and was put on bed rest, her Graves Disease progressed enough that she will need chemo treatments....On top of that she had toxemia...she was really sick but didn't take care of her self and for months Doctors said ten different things that would be wrong with our little pea pot....after his two week check up and a kidney ultra sound he looks great!!!!! Trust me, the kidneys work fine....Having a baby boy pee in your face is new to me....Anytime his diaper is off he can pee two feet in the air...Or your face! A lot of prayers have been prayed for him and we are rejoicing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't an Adoption 101 class to take and there should be....It was the hardest thing I have ever been a part of and I cant even imagine what my daughter and son in-law have had to go through.....I got to know "Baby Mama" through doctors visits and a few lunches but it didn't prepare me for the birth and removal of this little miracle......When he was born we were celebrating this miracle God had given my daughter and son in-law, while a few doors down the hall another family was grieving the loss of him...A young woman who's heart was broken because she couldn't raise him and a Grandmother who had to let him go....As a Mother I felt like my heart was being ripped out, first for my own child who was in tears for days thinking that she would change her mind and keep him, and then for this other family who couldn't provide for this precious angel....I will tell you that we all cried enough to last a life time....They have 45 days to appeal the adoption...We are counting down.....THEN WE ARE CELEBRATING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this fun and excitement, my Mama has Lupus and Congestive Heart Failure to go along with the list of her other ailments...My Daddy had prostate surgery.....I will save y'all the jokes my Daddy has said about that!!!!! At least his spirits are up!!! And that's all that's up!!! So he says.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dear friends you have been missed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6430143747765722268?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6430143747765722268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6430143747765722268' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6430143747765722268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6430143747765722268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back In The Saddle Again................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8wFNbaagfA/TcR3Bv_z6WI/AAAAAAAABhY/MOnMKfAoCsU/s72-c/615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6247109261920172959</id><published>2011-03-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:41:15.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE......</title><content type='html'>BE BACK SOON..............THANKS FOR ALL THE CONCERNS!!! I'VE MISSED YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6247109261920172959?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6247109261920172959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6247109261920172959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6247109261920172959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6247109261920172959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html' title='UPDATE......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-121240933107851132</id><published>2011-01-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:35:11.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston We Have A Problem..................</title><content type='html'>Before Christmas my beloved "Ace" my laptop moved on to the place where computers go to die....It has been a very difficult time in my life....We were tight Ace and I.....And since there is no, "What to do if Ace dies funds available"..I will be blogging from the local library until that day comes....A lot of things have been going on....Lots of "Baby Mama" drama...the Mother of our hopefully new grandson spent New Years and several days after that in the hospital, she was diagnosed with Graves Disease and Toxemia...Their not sure what effects it will have on the baby yet...The Graves Disease can cause heart, kidney and liver issues and if they increase her meds the birth defect rate increases....Lots of prayers and stress...I'll keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;My parents sold their home and moved again................This I can't talk about! I have decided to spend the new year looking for my real parents, I'm pretty sure their last will be Vanderbilt or Rockefeller....&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm busy with my new project.....Making a colorful sign to stand at the entrance of Walmart , it will read................."Down on Luck Will Work For Laptop"................Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-121240933107851132?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/121240933107851132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=121240933107851132' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/121240933107851132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/121240933107851132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/01/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston We Have A Problem..................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3014994237882769355</id><published>2010-12-25T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:38:31.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You All The Best Of This Wonderful Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TRZIBvvfyeI/AAAAAAAABhM/nl-S356IdjQ/s1600/ccae85b1e908a5ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706385240836578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TRZIBvvfyeI/AAAAAAAABhM/nl-S356IdjQ/s320/ccae85b1e908a5ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3014994237882769355?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3014994237882769355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3014994237882769355' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3014994237882769355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3014994237882769355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishing-you-all-best-of-this-wonderful.html' title='Wishing You All The Best Of This Wonderful Season...'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TRZIBvvfyeI/AAAAAAAABhM/nl-S356IdjQ/s72-c/ccae85b1e908a5ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2534064021720357169</id><published>2010-12-12T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:47:24.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TQUmnAJyftI/AAAAAAAABhA/xaAUDFXfutU/s1600/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549884567301816018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TQUmnAJyftI/AAAAAAAABhA/xaAUDFXfutU/s320/chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buying a big box of candy at Christmas and sticking your finger in each piece until you find the one that makes you happy...&lt;/div&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/8204649138823481362-2534064021720357169?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2534064021720357169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2534064021720357169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2534064021720357169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2534064021720357169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is..................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TQUmnAJyftI/AAAAAAAABhA/xaAUDFXfutU/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6222497900742524573</id><published>2010-12-08T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:27:37.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Little Fingers.........</title><content type='html'>Ten little fingers and ten little toes and one little....................You guessed it!!! It's a Boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful strong heartbeat and a little boy that was kicking around and moving everywhere....I'm already in love with him.....He was beautiful!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548379439840953522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TP_NtDbNBLI/AAAAAAAABg4/umY7zECVh4M/s320/baby%2Bboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6222497900742524573?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6222497900742524573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6222497900742524573' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6222497900742524573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6222497900742524573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/ten-little-fingers.html' title='Ten Little Fingers.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TP_NtDbNBLI/AAAAAAAABg4/umY7zECVh4M/s72-c/baby%2Bboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7584425494436074809</id><published>2010-12-03T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:12:25.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin.............</title><content type='html'>This past Summer when we went to California it was an awesome trip!!! Seeing family was the best part..........I'll have to admit, California isn't Georgia...I found that out when I had to explain the process of making sweet tea to a very nice young waitress , she just looked bewildered and offered me some kind of raspberry tea instead....I tried it and quickly changed my mind......Coke Please! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned a few more important traveling details, things I'm sure will come in handy the next time we fly...Being parents of a son who works for Delta is awesome...We fly for free!!!! Coming home on a busy business day (Monday) isn't awesome....We didn't come home on Monday....But our luggage did..Sitting at a airport watching completely full planes take off one after another headed toward Atlanta...Was not fun...Neither was being stuck in one airport while your clean underwear was in another.......Next time we fly, our game plan will be a little different(I will keep clean undies in my purse)....I can't wait to go back and visit longer...Thought I would share a few pics of the trip with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546671624281843122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm8dGsO5bI/AAAAAAAABgw/U4TFlZXRA0A/s320/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were treated like royalty....My Uncle and Aunt drove us around town and took us out to Supper in my Uncles baby....A 1932 Buick that he restored to it's original show room look...I felt like I was going to the prom...This car was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546670211475557714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm7K3k9zVI/AAAAAAAABgo/lE_Dgn_bU_8/s320/309.JPG" /&gt;The enormous mast on the Star of India at the Maritime Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546669708557788258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm6tmEBpGI/AAAAAAAABgg/JCOQz1b75d8/s320/san-diego-bay-1.jpg" /&gt;Beautiful San Diego Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546668270573473074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm5Z5J2TTI/AAAAAAAABgY/Tl7IqwGi0Hc/s320/295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;San Diego was beautiful!!!!! We could have stayed there longer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546666392448575954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm3skl-qdI/AAAAAAAABgI/__adliOV70w/s320/139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This water was 62 degrees, I looked around at the people in the water and the ones sitting on the beach wrapped up in blankets and thought to my self....This ain't the Gulf Coast...The dome shape in the background is where the Spruce Goose used to be stored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546665569496069090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm28q2z8-I/AAAAAAAABgA/FX1ShVpUNf4/s320/l-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Standing on top of Signal Hill.....The view was breathtaking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546664757551396162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm2NaIHdUI/AAAAAAAABf4/qvMDjesdCfg/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just one of the beautiful doors at the Grauman's Chinese Theatre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7584425494436074809?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7584425494436074809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7584425494436074809' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7584425494436074809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7584425494436074809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin.............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPm8dGsO5bI/AAAAAAAABgw/U4TFlZXRA0A/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6242264512300974580</id><published>2010-12-01T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:32:47.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing New Journey...............</title><content type='html'>As a single parent my daughter and I have been through a lot of journeys (as we call them ) together, I've always told her the things we went through would help "build her character", most of those trails made her the strong beautiful woman she is today..But nothing we every went through prepared her for this, and for once I have nothing to offer her but a shoulder to cry on and a heart full of support....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my daughter came home from her honeymoon and said, "Were not using birth control, so if God blesses us with ten kids we will love and provide for everyone of them". That was ten years ago and they are still waiting for that family to arrive...With a strong faith, they've never given up on the thought of a family, even with complications and infertility issues they've held strong to believing God will provide...A month ago, a young woman walked into their lives wanting to give her unborn baby to them...She had scheduled an abortion and couldn't go through with it....Her life was in turmoil and she knew she couldn't raise a baby in her world....This is a wonderful story! But.........The baby isn't due until April and their is still time for her to change her mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting her I was saddened by her life and how she wanted to change things and start fresh...I drove home wondering how I should pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the most important thing is a healthy Mother and baby, as well as a safe and easy delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wants to pray for her life to change and get on the track she wants....The selfish part of me is afraid that if it does before the baby is born that she will change her mind...And my baby won't be the Mother she yearns to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've quickly realized that this isn't a Lifetime Movie...There are so many emotions and uncertainties involved in an adoption...The only thing that is certain is the Father has signed over his rights..My daughter and son-in-law still need to prepare for a baby that they may or may not get...The Mother is full of emotions, my daughter is full of emotions and I am overwhelmed with the thought of all this....&lt;br /&gt;I will be keeping you posted because our journey has just began......&lt;br /&gt;More to come...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6242264512300974580?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6242264512300974580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6242264512300974580' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6242264512300974580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6242264512300974580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazing-new-journey.html' title='An Amazing New Journey...............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6026078641023123691</id><published>2010-11-28T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:25:01.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never To Late To Start A Great New Holiday Tradition.....</title><content type='html'>I spent the busiest traveling day of the year in traffic...I quickly realized why I don't travel outside of the state at Thanksgiving. Took my Dad to the hospital for his surgery Tuesday morning and they quickly postponed it....Possible Bicep tear and blood clot, so a few more tests for him and a lot more pain to endure until he sees his surgeon on the 2nd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter made the trip with me and we decided to come home so she could spend Thanksgiving with her husband (my hubby had already left for my in-laws Wednesday at lunch)...We will go back when they clear him for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing a little holiday spirit we decided to go to Atlanta for the lighting of Macy's Great Tree (which I still call Rich's Tree Lighting)...Every Thanksgiving they show it on television and we have always watched it....Never missed a show....But never went....And every year I cry when the special performer sings the high note on "OH Holy Night" and the lights come on the tree...&lt;br /&gt;Crowds by the thousands filled the parking lot and lined the streets, the spirit of the season was electric...There was a 30 minute pre show followed by an hour of holiday singing ....AMAZING!!! Katherine Mcphee was one of the performers and did this years honors of "OH Holy Night", and seriously it gave me chills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544651960392760082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPKPlMZiOxI/AAAAAAAABfw/xc2s53SCt9g/s320/slideshow_1001902702_macystree_1126_HS10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you thought it was over...A 20 minute fireworks display synchronized to Christmas music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544651527086602722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPKPL-NS-eI/AAAAAAAABfo/MUdGlU0mUf4/s320/slideshow_1001902542_macystree_1126_HS02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!! We've decided this will be our new Thanksgiving tradition, complete with a stop by the Waffle House (we live in the South people, Waffle House is a tradition in it's self)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544650291254818994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPKOECYCeLI/AAAAAAAABfg/J3BwRo0F48o/s320/slideshow_1001902522_macystree_1126_HS01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6026078641023123691?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6026078641023123691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6026078641023123691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6026078641023123691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6026078641023123691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-never-to-late-to-start-great-new.html' title='It&apos;s Never To Late To Start A Great New Holiday Tradition.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TPKPlMZiOxI/AAAAAAAABfw/xc2s53SCt9g/s72-c/slideshow_1001902702_macystree_1126_HS10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3195738913890967052</id><published>2010-11-23T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:30:38.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Poem.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm out of town for a few days for my Daddy's surgery, I thought I would post a few Thanksgiving quotes until I get back home...Here's hoping everyone has a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thanksgiving day is a jewel, to set in the hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; of honest men, but be careful that you do not take the day and leave out the gratitude."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542844852061283378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TOwkBpQ3JDI/AAAAAAAABfY/9JB8JG-fEWY/s320/imagesCA3B4Z1Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3195738913890967052?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3195738913890967052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3195738913890967052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3195738913890967052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3195738913890967052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-poem.html' title='Another Poem.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TOwkBpQ3JDI/AAAAAAAABfY/9JB8JG-fEWY/s72-c/imagesCA3B4Z1Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3479587409305007467</id><published>2010-11-22T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:37:03.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Of Thankful Quotes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He who thanks with his lips&lt;br /&gt;Thanks but in part;&lt;br /&gt;The full, the true Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Comes from the heart....&lt;br /&gt;~J.A Sheed&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/8204649138823481362-3479587409305007467?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3479587409305007467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3479587409305007467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3479587409305007467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3479587409305007467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-of-thankful-quotes.html' title='A Week Of Thankful Quotes......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2803434481005739963</id><published>2010-11-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:55:07.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANE IN THE BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Lately I have realized a few things, I have no earthly idea how to create a website... etsy.com is a 24 hour a day job and my dinning room has turned into a office/storage/distribution/creation catastrophe..............AND IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!!! I don't do clutter in my house and I don't do messy...But boy does my house smell good! Organically Yours (my little body products adventure) is keeping me on my toes and if that wasn't enough I shot my first wedding this weekend......And I realized why wedding photographer's make a lot of money..............OMG!!! It was a beautiful Fall day in Georgia and I actually shot the rehearsal so I could get my setting just the way I "thought" I wanted them..(key word being thought) the chapel wedding coordinator burst my little bubble when she told me no flash even with a diffuser and no tripod....We planned to start photos at 2:30 on Saturday so that would give me enough time and nobody would be rushed or stressed (the nobody I'm referring to would be me) sounds good right!.....The Bridal Party wasn't ready until 3:25.........The wedding was at 4:00.....I snapped what pics I could get in a short amount of time while guest filled the church...When the wedding started everything was a blur...I'm pretty sure I had a small stroke...Did I mention the bride is the daughter of one of my best friends....Out of 600 pics I'm hoping that 5 or so will turn out nice..........Hope, if your reading this...I'll sure miss your friendship if these don't turn out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2803434481005739963?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2803434481005739963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2803434481005739963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2803434481005739963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2803434481005739963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/insane-in-brain.html' title='INSANE IN THE BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1949813421639410318</id><published>2010-11-11T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:01:00.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Ever Said Something Stupid...........</title><content type='html'>If you ever said something stupid and you wished you could take it back.....Look at these and you'll feel better about yourself....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(On September 17, 1994 , Alabama's Heather Whitestone was selected as Miss America 1995.) Question: If you could live forever, would you and why? Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever," --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss  USA  contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff." --Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life," -- Brooke Shields, during an interview to become spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body," --Winston Bennett,  University  of  Kentucky  basketball forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Outside of the killings,  Washington  has one of the lowest crime rates in the country," --Mayor Marion Barry,  Washington  ,  DC  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a jackass, and I'm just the one to do it," --A congressional candidate in  Texas  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Half this game is ninety percent mental." --Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.." --Al Gore, Vice President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love  California  . I practically grew up in  Phoenix  ." -- Dan Quayle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?" --Lee Iacocca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." -- Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback &amp;amp; sports analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people." -- Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Your food stamps will be stopped effective March 1992 because we received notice that you passed away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your circumstances." --Department of Social Services, Greenville , South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Traditionally, most of Australia 's imports come from overseas." --Keppel Enderbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when they wake up dead, there'll be a record." --Mark S. Fowler, FCC Chairman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1949813421639410318?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1949813421639410318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1949813421639410318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1949813421639410318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1949813421639410318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-ever-said-something-stupid.html' title='If You Ever Said Something Stupid...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2309586117338584662</id><published>2010-11-07T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:37:39.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purse Snob Is Happy..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TNbwxTfUJaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/OWCW3AAVqM8/s1600/B00400MRG6_01__SS1500_SCRMZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536877521734477218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TNbwxTfUJaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/OWCW3AAVqM8/s320/B00400MRG6_01__SS1500_SCRMZZZZZZ_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hunt is over....This patten leather beauty in Lipstick Red (of course I would choose this color) won my heart............And I stuck to the promise I made to my husband, to not go overboard on a purse.................I got it half off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2309586117338584662?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2309586117338584662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2309586117338584662' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2309586117338584662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2309586117338584662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/11/purse-snob-is-happy.html' title='The Purse Snob Is Happy..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TNbwxTfUJaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/OWCW3AAVqM8/s72-c/B00400MRG6_01__SS1500_SCRMZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6066038858192148078</id><published>2010-10-30T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:23:16.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMxUZDYjnHI/AAAAAAAABfI/YUYkmGvLQPg/s1600/100_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533890831513263218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMxUZDYjnHI/AAAAAAAABfI/YUYkmGvLQPg/s320/100_1615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When witches go riding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and black cats are seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moon laughs and whispers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'tis near Halloween....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6066038858192148078?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6066038858192148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6066038858192148078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6066038858192148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6066038858192148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMxUZDYjnHI/AAAAAAAABfI/YUYkmGvLQPg/s72-c/100_1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-710894314870137659</id><published>2010-10-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:57:04.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Has Fell In Georgia.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winter is an etching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMSqyLPRW9I/AAAAAAAABfA/kllk4Iqa08o/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531734021304835026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMSqyLPRW9I/AAAAAAAABfA/kllk4Iqa08o/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring a watercolor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531733779881649090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMSqkH3f48I/AAAAAAAABe4/f68I8n1-ty4/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer an oil painting and Autumn a mosiac of them all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531733474266809426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMSqSVXPhFI/AAAAAAAABew/misin4i9gY0/s320/019-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-710894314870137659?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/710894314870137659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=710894314870137659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/710894314870137659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/710894314870137659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-has-fell-in-georgia.html' title='Fall Has Fell In Georgia.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TMSqyLPRW9I/AAAAAAAABfA/kllk4Iqa08o/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7187197880310028566</id><published>2010-10-20T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:48:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Someone With OCD Makes A Bar Of Soap.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL85A0TkV8I/AAAAAAAABeo/zKK5FAaxeqM/s1600/007-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530201553637758914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL85A0TkV8I/AAAAAAAABeo/zKK5FAaxeqM/s320/007-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just it...They don't make a bar of soap they make 100 bars of soap..In every scent shape and size, and when their happy with that, they make other things......&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530201095132225746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL84mIPVINI/AAAAAAAABeg/4y6YODcvaRk/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because they can't sleep until they get it right...Or make a mess trying! Which makes them happy because they have something to clean....I started out trying to make the most natural and good for you bar of soap which turned into a little bit more.....Way more! I wasn't happy with that so I wanted to make lotion to go with the soap...Then when I did that,I wanted to make foaming body butter,body wash, body spray, bubble bath, bath salts, fizzing bath salts, chap stick........I'm sure by now you get the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is what I've been consumed by lately....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200864750779202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL84YuAHO0I/AAAAAAAABeY/pxdmjrVwDp0/s320/011.jpg" /&gt;And one reason I've not been blogging or stopping by everyone else's blogs....I'm covered in bubbles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200639168900354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL84LlpM7QI/AAAAAAAABeQ/aKpXBItccJE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially selling these in a couple local shops..I've took the extra step and made Organically Yours a real company (Limited Liability Company) complete with insurance (the world is full of bad people).....Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200427035118738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL83_PYkTJI/AAAAAAAABeI/WxIRVWUxsyE/s320/013.jpg" /&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/8204649138823481362-7187197880310028566?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7187197880310028566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7187197880310028566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7187197880310028566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7187197880310028566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-happens-when-someone-with-ocd.html' title='What Happens When Someone With OCD Makes A Bar Of Soap.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL85A0TkV8I/AAAAAAAABeo/zKK5FAaxeqM/s72-c/007-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-963204771889735523</id><published>2010-10-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:42:50.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Kill A Dragon....Or At Least Relocate One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL3ykeDAL_I/AAAAAAAABdw/XsazJpqUgSE/s1600/014-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842625835708402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL3ykeDAL_I/AAAAAAAABdw/XsazJpqUgSE/s320/014-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year or so ago I blogged about this beast of a cactus I have named Diablo (trust me, the name fits). I took a wee small sprout from it when some dear friends moved from one house to the next...My sign should have been when they left it alone...Seriously, what kind of person looks at a cactus and says, "OH I want that beauty in my yard"....What does that say about me.....But I have to learn things the hard way.....AND I HAVE!!!.. I had to relocate my beautiful roses because he had grown so huge, my goal that day was to chop that evil doer down with an axe until I saw these.......Cute, I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these last for like a day......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529841860494051858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL3x367VShI/AAAAAAAABdg/_HsSYhl-EjI/s320/001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now Diablo is ten feet tall and bullet proof and just going near it requires some type of metal armour....My husband chopped a piece off that was hanging to far over in the yard and bit him every time he mowed the yard...He picked it up with a shovel and threw it on a tree stump........It is still growing...ON A TREE STUMP!!!  My question to any of you is this....Has anyone successfully relocated a cactus and lived to talk about it....&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/8204649138823481362-963204771889735523?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/963204771889735523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=963204771889735523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/963204771889735523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/963204771889735523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-kill-dragonor-at-least-relocate.html' title='How To Kill A Dragon....Or At Least Relocate One...'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TL3ykeDAL_I/AAAAAAAABdw/XsazJpqUgSE/s72-c/014-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3434198566701391732</id><published>2010-10-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:55:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Purse Snob............</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I take comfort in a quality purse....I love the smell and feel of a great purse...The way it caresses your hip when your carrying it on your shoulder brings me great joy...I have the unique ability to spot a quality purse 100 yards away, I can also spot an impostor a 100 yards away...I call it a gift....My husband calls it pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since I bought my last purse, and I have suffered greatly....You see, I am a purse connoisseur....I buy a new purse every season....I buy a good purse every season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a purse snob.....(They say admitting the problem is the first step....Right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's time for a new Fall/Winter purse, I promised my husband I'd be smart and practical when buying this years beauty (neither one of the two have I ever been accused of ) so I drank three cappuccino's and had a long drawn out conversation with myself in the car and thought I had set some pretty solid ground rules......I was going in........My plan was simple,I would stand at the end of each isle and look at what got my attention and then check out the price tag...(You know, see if it was a mind over matter kind of thing)..........I walked in tall and tough and proud, ready for the new me................Well, all it took was one good whiff of leather and my eyes glazed over... I caved quicker than Imelda Marcos would at a Manolo Blahnik outlet mall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running through row after row of soft leather, hard leather, patent leather, reds, blacks and browns, all the beautiful colors of Fall.......Just with buckles and straps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I noticed security starring at me (I'm sure I looked like a deranged lunatic on crack), I tried to gather my composure, all I could do was hear those stupid little words I said to my husband....Surely he knows me better than that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, with tear filled eyes I walked away empty handed starring at the store through the rear view mirror....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran into Walmart for a few items and thought, just thought I would wonder by the purse section....I promise you know.....A Hannah Montana purse is not my idea of downsizing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hunt continues.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3434198566701391732?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3434198566701391732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3434198566701391732' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3434198566701391732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3434198566701391732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/10/confessions-of-purse-snob.html' title='Confessions Of A Purse Snob............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6173489479694544327</id><published>2010-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:02:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Of Celebration With A Wonderful View............</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a big night for Mr.Sexy Calves and myself....We had a hot date in downtown Atlanta..I picked up his suit from the cleaners, knocked the dust off up my black high heels and bought a new pair of Spanx for myself (Spanx is important when trying to look 50lbs thinner when your not)...We were going to a wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just your average Southern Baptist, Methodist, Catholic, Presbyterian or even a Pentecostal run of the mill celebration...Nope, not even close....This one was my first....Your thinking same sex wedding aren't you.....Well your wrong!..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a Southern Baptist/ Jewish wedding...And what a celebration it was....The ceremony started out as the sun was setting at beautiful Piedmont Park....The officiant was actually the one who introduced them and one of the brides best friends....He added humor and heartfelt tears to the ceremony and tried to interpret the Jewish customs that were intertwined throughout....There was a lot of Baptist in attendance....We needed the interpretation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what 2-Corinthians says about being unequally yoked, but they have been together for 5 years and the love between them is so wonderful and obvious.....And I'm sure when this wedding was being planned both sets of parents was scratching their heads..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride and groom are huge sports fans so after the ceremony we headed over to Turner Field (Home of the Braves for those of you who don't know baseball) to the 755 club...All I can so was the views of Atlanta at night and Turner Field were awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522133476869118834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TKKPI8MTm3I/AAAAAAAABdY/bb3bmRYa2GE/s320/Atlanta_Skyline_from_Buckhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the wedding party arrived, the party started.....We feasted on filet mignon and chicken cordon bleu, caught up with old friends and made several new one....The band was incredible...If you could clone Frank Sinatra, Otis Redding and Van Morrison this is who you would come up with...We left the celebration before our arthritis took over and my Spanx gave out...I have decided that I'm going to become an official wedding crasher, if nothing else for the people watching....I promise you the crowd at this one didn't disappoint..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6173489479694544327?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6173489479694544327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6173489479694544327' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6173489479694544327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6173489479694544327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/night-of-celebration-with-wonderful.html' title='A Night Of Celebration With A Wonderful View............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TKKPI8MTm3I/AAAAAAAABdY/bb3bmRYa2GE/s72-c/Atlanta_Skyline_from_Buckhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4767009220083753645</id><published>2010-09-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:58:03.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Is it Fall? That's what the calender says but the weather says different....It's still in the 90's and hot and humid....Dry with not much rain in sight...Not sure if it's my age or what but I am ready for some cooler weather....Remind me I said this in January...More to come...Lots going on around the palace...Have a great weekend my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-4767009220083753645?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4767009220083753645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4767009220083753645' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4767009220083753645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4767009220083753645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1284862427133675093</id><published>2010-09-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:38:45.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks And Big Hugs................</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say a "Big Thank You" for all of the sweet comments that I've had about my first trip to my old home place since it was dozed down...They were greatly appreciated...Hate to be a Debbie Downer but I had been putting that visit off for a while...I don't think it would be as hard for me if I didn't see the pain and hurt in my parents eyes...That's the hardest part....I don't think they will ever be happy anywhere they end up at...Maybe this next move, since it will be closer to the old place , will make them a little bit happier..Who knows...This past year was a hard year in many ways, and now it's time to hold up my head and let God lead me from here...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you all....&lt;br /&gt;Your the Best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1284862427133675093?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1284862427133675093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1284862427133675093' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1284862427133675093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1284862427133675093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-and-big-hugs.html' title='Thanks And Big Hugs................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7710674675062863212</id><published>2010-09-07T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:06:15.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Go Home Again.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TIu2wPGAfxI/AAAAAAAABdQ/koZ9ERMC_wM/s1600/130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515703108447010578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TIu2wPGAfxI/AAAAAAAABdQ/koZ9ERMC_wM/s320/130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been ten months since my parents were forced to move from the home my Grandparents built because of a mudslide...Ten months of stress, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aggravation&lt;/span&gt; and just plain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; homesickness for them...Their not happy in the home their at right now and are looking for something closer to family....closer to home....Change has been very hard on them....I hadn't been back to what use to be my childhood home since the last truck load of furniture was moved back in December...We went to see them over Labor Day, and it was time to wonder back to the place that I've called home since I was three...A lot has changed in ten months....The gas company that was responsible for the mudslide, bulldozed the house down and took it to a bio-hazard waste dump because of the mold....There is no home place...I wonder if they knew all the memories they were tearing down, or even if they cared who's heart was breaking.....Most of the flowers my Mama planted along the edge of the yard are still blooming, they just look lonely and confused.....That gnarly old walnut tree we used to climb is full of walnuts...And so is the chestnut and the apple trees, but all you see is apples scattered on the ground, with no one to pick them...My brother says several deer and a bear are enjoying them.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515702408053004626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TIu2Hd7EGVI/AAAAAAAABdI/WX28ueI4iao/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything looked so much smaller to me this time....It looked so sad and lonely.....Time goes go on and so will life....But another Fall of packing boxes and moving furniture is in store for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515701878139072354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TIu1on1vL2I/AAAAAAAABdA/RiLlKQVKydw/s320/123.JPG" /&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/8204649138823481362-7710674675062863212?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7710674675062863212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7710674675062863212' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7710674675062863212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7710674675062863212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-cant-go-home-again.html' title='You Can&apos;t Go Home Again.............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TIu2wPGAfxI/AAAAAAAABdQ/koZ9ERMC_wM/s72-c/130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4004416048387183462</id><published>2010-08-17T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:46:50.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say Anxiety.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are planning a trip to the west coast... my husband's son ,my step son works for Delta Airlines and one of the perks is parents fly free........Can you say WOW!!!!! The only thing about that is...I'm a white knuckle butt tighter than a drum flyer....Now, I have flew several times and it doesn't get any easier for me, it's not the actual flying that bothers me it's the twisted metal and charred flesh at the crash site that worries me a little.......My first experience was a nightmare...I was stupid enough to think that it would take a long time for that big plane to take off the ground, I thought I would have enough time to prepare myself for the experience...When that big metal baby shoot up in the air I violated the man next to men.....I'm sure any ability for him to reproduce was lost after that flight....His name was Dave by the way..We were tight!! That's all I'm going say about Dave....It also took me about two weeks to have a bowel movement after that flight....I have since then fly to Canada, New York, Orlando, Arizona, Alaska and Charleston...The last time I stepped on a plane it was a life time movie in the making.... It was raining (of course), I set down at the concourse and threw up twice....when I looked out the window I saw what looked like a plane that a rich person would buy at a yard sale pulling up.....I called my husband and said please pray that this is not my plane....................IT WAS!!!!! We boarded and the flight attendant closed the door with a wheel like hatch that she had to have the pilot help her with.......There was a High School Band from Charleston WV on board that had just won a trophy for something and they were so happy......I WAS NOT HAPPY!!!! I was flying in a storm in a matchbox car..... We taxied down the runway and underneath the airplane there was a noise that sounded like a body was being dragged...The pilot came on the intercom (which was silly because he could have just turned around and yelled at us) and said, "Sorry folks we are experiencing a little mechanical difficulty so were just going pull over and have someone come out and give us a look".......All was not well in my world..............The flight attendant was smiling but nobody else was breathing......If I could have opened that hatch I would have exited the plane......An hour later after the pep boys did their work the pilot came on and said, " Ladies and Gentleman  it was just a figment of our imagination...We are cleared to take off"...............And in my outside voice I said, " Oh no were not"........The flight attendant politely asked my to not upset the other passengers....But the man beside me looked at her and said, " Look mam we all heard the noise".......... And the whole plane chimed in......It was the quietest trip I've ever been on.....No one said a word....But I'm sure everyone prayed.I KNOW I DID..My anxiety could be caused from all the Discovery Channel shows like Terror in the Sky's or Flight Disasters that I'm glued to before I fly...It's my way of tormenting myself...So far it's working....Anyone else share my fears or are all of y'all normal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-4004416048387183462?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4004416048387183462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4004416048387183462' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4004416048387183462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4004416048387183462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-say-anxiety.html' title='Can You Say Anxiety.....................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4877420879472840599</id><published>2010-08-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:02:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time Fireworks.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJuK97B0I/AAAAAAAABcg/s_C_lHWh1BA/s1600/Fireworks+3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503620539701987138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJuK97B0I/AAAAAAAABcg/s_C_lHWh1BA/s320/Fireworks+3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, so I thought I would do another photo series...Fireworks!!! This I found wasn't easy... This is my second attempt at taking fireworks, the first was on the fourth, I was to far away, not the right zoom lens and most of them came out looking like unknown planets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJoVnFBbI/AAAAAAAABcY/0NnVA1bcqqE/s1600/Fireworks+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503620439479748018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJoVnFBbI/AAAAAAAABcY/0NnVA1bcqqE/s320/Fireworks+2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My second attempt was on the beach and I had a front roll seat..Some are a little out of frame but after my first planet blob like series...I couldn't have been happier if I'd been on safari taking shots of a pride of lions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJi-vPc-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/NMnNimMujLY/s1600/Fireworks+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503620347440624610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJi-vPc-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/NMnNimMujLY/s320/Fireworks+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any tips on how-to as far as firework's go...I'd love to hear them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJbB5oPNI/AAAAAAAABcI/7nWLIRNo16I/s1600/Fireworks4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503620210850544850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJbB5oPNI/AAAAAAAABcI/7nWLIRNo16I/s320/Fireworks4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8204649138823481362-4877420879472840599?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4877420879472840599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4877420879472840599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4877420879472840599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4877420879472840599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-time-fireworks.html' title='Second Time Fireworks.............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TGDJuK97B0I/AAAAAAAABcg/s_C_lHWh1BA/s72-c/Fireworks+3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5569481396504888693</id><published>2010-08-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:17:11.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Photos Today...........</title><content type='html'>After a post of hormonal meltdowns and things that drive me nuts....Thought I would post a few of my recent pics.... Sweet and relaxing...At least to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3MYNvyYdI/AAAAAAAABcA/hMQYvTh0b84/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3MYNvyYdI/AAAAAAAABcA/hMQYvTh0b84/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502779036095635922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our favorite tree for a pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3MJxk_UpI/AAAAAAAABb4/X14-HPuzfhM/s1600/josie+balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3MJxk_UpI/AAAAAAAABb4/X14-HPuzfhM/s320/josie+balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502778788015985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I could eat this face up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3L6Cya-lI/AAAAAAAABbw/IXFoOoQLTDU/s1600/seashore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3L6Cya-lI/AAAAAAAABbw/IXFoOoQLTDU/s320/seashore2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502778517757819474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a peaceful walk on the gulf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5569481396504888693?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5569481396504888693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5569481396504888693' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5569481396504888693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5569481396504888693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-photos-today.html' title='Just Photos Today...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TF3MYNvyYdI/AAAAAAAABcA/hMQYvTh0b84/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2721699833667694855</id><published>2010-08-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:48:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Drive Me Nuts.............This Week</title><content type='html'>OK, I going blame my bad mood on the heat, there's no way getting around it because it's just plain HOT!!!! I know everyone is feeling the Summer heat but come on, Georgia is an oven this year and I've heard myself (self proclaimed Summer Girl) saying I can't wait for the weather to cool off...I'm not saying full blown Fall, there's nothing I love about dead crunchy leaves ,sorry all you Fall lovers but that's a fact...I've never been someone who loves the crisp fall air and the changing trees....Anyway......People are always posting things they love and with the mood I've been in lately I thought I would post a few that drive me crazy.....At least today....Tomorrow could be a different list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who pee on the commode seats in public bathrooms because they think sitting down on it is disgusting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair in a sink...Makes me feel weird but then again I am weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A dirty mirror...See comment from number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Actually going to sleep and waking up because you need to pee then laying back down wide awake because you, A. Have the theme song from i Carly stuck in your head (Yes, this is a Nickelodeon show and Yes, I have had my Granddaughter...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And B. Getting that song out of your head only to replace it with Carrie Underwood's Undo It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Hot flashes and mood swings.....These I count as one because one is closely followed by the other....At least at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Listening to your husband make new and strange noises with his mouth at 3:35am while having hot flashes and mood swings.....This is why some people never remarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Right now, I hate my pressure cooker and all the mason jars in the whole wide world.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Body odor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talking with a mouth full of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning.....There could be a new list tomorrow it all depends on a good nights sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2721699833667694855?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2721699833667694855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2721699833667694855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2721699833667694855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2721699833667694855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-things-that-drive-me-nutsthis-week.html' title='10 Things That Drive Me Nuts.............This Week'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1002176213767268128</id><published>2010-08-01T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:55:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Careful Consideration...............</title><content type='html'>After careful consideration (and a long glimpse at myself in the mirror), I have decided that next year's bathing suit will be this......... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500856447287055682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TFb3y0T2VUI/AAAAAAAABbI/kwf9p20Bipg/s320/xc625wb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should give me everything I want in a bathing suit...Enough spandex to hold in all my flabby parts and hide cellulite nicely, draw plenty of attention on the beach or by the pool, and if my dieting fails over the holidays, I can always go for this flashy number...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500855768704691970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TFb3LUZNLwI/AAAAAAAABbA/GBDyG8qydiQ/s320/2359.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Enjoy the rest of the Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1002176213767268128?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1002176213767268128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1002176213767268128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1002176213767268128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1002176213767268128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-careful-consideration.html' title='After Careful Consideration...............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TFb3y0T2VUI/AAAAAAAABbI/kwf9p20Bipg/s72-c/xc625wb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1555207950027378057</id><published>2010-07-28T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:16:11.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.................</title><content type='html'>I have had the great pleasure of knowing some wonderful women in my life and calling them friends was an added bonus...But when you have a friend that knows most of your secrets and you know theirs.....Well, you better hold on to them for dear life (just so you can pick out who plays you in the lifetime movie, because I hang out with some funny people) and honest people....Just the other day my dear friend Hope told me that she described me to a co-worker as someone with more issues than a magazine.........When I told my dear friend Liz that...She agreed.....&lt;br /&gt;Today is Lizzie's birthday, and I want to wish her a Happy Birthday.....Your still a hot mama even if you can't Salsa, Tap Dance, Tango or just squat down........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1555207950027378057?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1555207950027378057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7112759168268716695</id><published>2010-07-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:25:02.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet A Beautiful Miracle..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TE8WUe2REqI/AAAAAAAABa4/uP7AalfTiwM/s1600/34003_1386170851785_1157434869_30870321_6995023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498638211176534690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TE8WUe2REqI/AAAAAAAABa4/uP7AalfTiwM/s320/34003_1386170851785_1157434869_30870321_6995023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like for you to meet a future Ultimate Fighting Champion if ever there was one (His Mama is a friend of mine).........This handsome little fella is Mr. Jackson Cash Harmon and he was born almost three months premature....He came into the world on July 7th weighing 1lb and 9oz, today he is 2lbs and 3oz and starting to take some of his Mama's milk....And she finally got to hold this tiny miracle yesterday....I believe in prayers and I thought I would pass this little fella and his tired Mama and Daddy along to you...He's doing great, but still has a long way to go...And I'll keep you posted&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498637879096456946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TE8WBJwNNvI/AAAAAAAABaw/EqWpgEYfTW8/s320/38448_1392251843806_1157434869_30883513_7691238_n.jpg" /&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/8204649138823481362-7112759168268716695?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7112759168268716695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7112759168268716695' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7112759168268716695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7112759168268716695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-beautiful-miracle.html' title='Meet A Beautiful Miracle..................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TE8WUe2REqI/AAAAAAAABa4/uP7AalfTiwM/s72-c/34003_1386170851785_1157434869_30870321_6995023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7862572350454590859</id><published>2010-07-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:07:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Generation Gap.............</title><content type='html'>Our granddaughter is staying with us for her last week of Summer vacation.... you know, Wonka Land as her parents like to call it....Or the land that knows no No's....&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the princess decided to take a leisurely bubble bath and I being her loyal servant obliged her.........&lt;br /&gt;When she stepped into the tub she asked, "Gram, would you play one of those funny records you like to listen to while I'm in here".......I couldn't believe what I was hearing, someone who bops around the house singing Justin Bieber and The Jonas Brothers  and shakes her tiny behind to Lady Gaga, was wanting to listen to Ella Fitzgerald.....Her Grammie's old Jazz tunes&lt;br /&gt;I stood and watched as she lay in a bubble filled tub with her eyes closed and her head laid back, Lady Ella's magic spell was cast&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll introduce her to a little Nina Simone the next bubble bath........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7862572350454590859?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6959774958640348316</id><published>2010-07-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:25:44.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal..........</title><content type='html'>I ran away from home for a few days and it was awesome!!! I believe a person needs to do that sometimes, it keeps the neighbor's safe....And I told my husband I was going to leave him if he didn't get me away from that blasted pressure cooker for a few days....Beside, my soul was in need of renewal and there's only two places that do that for me... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, is Cades Cove in Tennessee, it's in the Great Smokey Mountains and it's a place that transforms my spirit and soul every time I walk the path and trails of the old home places...I see jonquils and roses that are growing out in the middle of nowhere and think of the callused hands that lovingly planted them there many years ago....And in the breeze, I can almost hear a Mother calling her family in for supper....To me it's really magical..&lt;/div&gt;(Corny, I know, but when your menopausal and you can find serenity, you milk it for all it's worth).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496765846092215058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TEhvafXTcxI/AAAAAAAABag/rBfPumSy0T8/s320/10831_1203782986311_1580707200_489877_3969912_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other is the Gulf Coast, which is where we went...I can set for hours watching the waves and listen to the water and think of nothing, I feel that with each wave my soul is renewed and refreshed, and I am part of Gods great plan again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with it's great wide sounds, cleanses me with it's noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496764919899891106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TEhuklB2JaI/AAAAAAAABaY/EIW9Mt_-JrU/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pressure cooker and the garden was still here when when we got home...I'm currently planning my next escape.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6959774958640348316?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6959774958640348316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6959774958640348316' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6959774958640348316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6959774958640348316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewal.html' title='Renewal..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TEhvafXTcxI/AAAAAAAABag/rBfPumSy0T8/s72-c/10831_1203782986311_1580707200_489877_3969912_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5373589219817656652</id><published>2010-07-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:19:24.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time Around The Prison/Sweat Shop/Palace...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492494086442819346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDlCRWlbnxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/j4tdg-0xyjQ/s320/Green_Beans_1024x768%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, once again it's that time of year when I don my Caroline Ingles apron and curse the garden and the heat....You got it!! It's canning and preserving time.....I'm so excited, I just can't hide it......NO, I'M IN TORMENT!!!!! If I was born in the 1800's I'm pretty sure I would have been a prostitute, because if I'd  had been a farmers wife I believe my husband would have gotten tired of my whining and took me out behind the barn and shot me........(Beside, my uterus would have had a cut-off valve anyway and I don't like body odor).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to keep my status as raining queen, so I pitch a fit and go on.........Trust me, it does no good, for this once red lipstick wearing, no such thing as to many sales in one day, and quality purse toting woman who use to get shinny gifts, only gets rewarded with 30lbs of South Georgia Peaches in need of preserving now......When my husband was a teenager he didn't have a poster of Rachel Welch on his wall, it was June Cleaver, I'm sure of it!!! Let's clarify something, I don't want to be June Cleaver, I'd rather be Holly Golightly (from Breakfast at Tiffany's).............&lt;br /&gt;So I stay and work in the labor camp that I call home for mere pennies a day...........(Anyone feeling sorry for me yet)&lt;br /&gt;And after removing 2,765 briers from different parts of my body I walked into the house with a bucket of these beauties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492491387488849026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDk_0QMqTII/AAAAAAAABaI/yfRHrFZzph8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripe and Juicy! They were growing wild on our property when we bought it and we have babied them ever since, this year they said, "Thank you for the love"... We've enjoyed cobbler from them and I can't wait to have some of these on a hot buttermilk biscuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492490788509973074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDk_RY09-lI/AAAAAAAABaA/SWxvd_EXEFU/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the winter my Father in law gave us some green beans for our garden that come from some ancestors during the 1800's. They came from some Cherokee Indians before the trail of tears . Each family has gotten seeds out of each crop for the next year and it's been going strong ever since.....Well, after spending three hours in 150 degree (I added in the humidity) heat picking these monster beans, and two days and nights picking and canning more.......I have decided that we need to give them back their beans......We have taken enough from them....And if they act now, they can take the garden too......&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/8204649138823481362-5373589219817656652?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5373589219817656652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5373589219817656652' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5373589219817656652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5373589219817656652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-time-around-prisonsweat.html' title='Summer Time Around The Prison/Sweat Shop/Palace...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDlCRWlbnxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/j4tdg-0xyjQ/s72-c/Green_Beans_1024x768%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-319493823775802191</id><published>2010-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:38:20.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Twlight Fan............</title><content type='html'>Yes, I will admit that I'm a closet Twilight fan. I didn't start watching until the first one came out on DVD, I bought it just to see what the fuss was about....At least that's my story!  I thought the acting was horrible but I was hooked and got my daughter hooked also....When the second one came out, my daughter and me went during the week to see it because neither one of us could stand the thought of all those screaming teenagers..What we found was a half empty theater full of  middle aged women in dark sunglasses and hats, all of them acting like they wondered into the wrong room...But this time was different........BOY WAS IT DIFFERENT!!!! We walked into a theater full of mostly menopausal women who had no shame....And a few normal folks who wished they'd stayed home....Let me tell you about these two ladies who sat beside us, they were worth the price of admission....The two ladies (and I'm being nice) one said she had just turned 70 were loving every minute of this movie...As soon as it started they both said, "Bring on those boys". Every action scene they were down in their chairs, covering their eyes and punching back. At one point I looked over at the lady next to me and said, " Mam, are you sure you need to be in here without adult supervision", she looked over at me grabbed my arm and said, "This is just so hot and intense".....I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants........When a love scene came, on all I heard was, bring it on, that's what I'm talking about and at one point she said, "He wants her to straddle that".....These two ladies DID NOT have an inside voice and what ever club they belong to, I wish I was a member........What naughty spunk!!! Of course it made us think which group we will be safer with when the next one comes out. Teenage hormones or hormonal replacement therapy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-319493823775802191?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/319493823775802191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=319493823775802191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/319493823775802191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/319493823775802191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/closet-twlight-fan.html' title='Closet Twlight Fan............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3777219519420906023</id><published>2010-07-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:01:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Everyone.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDCUGENzcII/AAAAAAAABZw/8FkgVK55fkI/s1600/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490050777696399490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDCUGENzcII/AAAAAAAABZw/8FkgVK55fkI/s320/american_flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our own country! ~ Daniel Webster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3777219519420906023?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3777219519420906023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3777219519420906023' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3777219519420906023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3777219519420906023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-everyone.html' title='Happy 4th Everyone.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TDCUGENzcII/AAAAAAAABZw/8FkgVK55fkI/s72-c/american_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6587398088969553897</id><published>2010-06-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:59:51.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Exactly Does Our Dreams Means...........</title><content type='html'>What does our dreams mean? If you can figure this one out your a genius or as crazy as I am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed my husband was trading me to another man.......My new home would be in a shack by the swamp near the Atlanta Airport......There is no swamp near the Atlanta Airport! My new husband was short, extremely overweight, bald and smelled of perforated bowel. My husband, being the thoughtful man he is, assured me he would talk to my new companion about his body odor....This did not comfort me.....In my dream, my husband allowed this man to sleep with us for one week..A good trial run he called it.......I woke up early to both men sleeping in brightly colored clothes on opposite sides of the bed and ran away....I wasn't living with a man that smells like rotting flesh..........I ran into a darkened tunnel that turned into a shopping center, there was store after store of beautiful purses and it wasn't long until I stole one........I was then a criminal running from mall security.....I found myself in the food court stuffing my beautiful purse with stolen food from the food court (apparently I was going to be on my own and needed nourishment). Not going to ruin the beautiful stolen purse, I had also confiscated some 100% Egyptian cotton sheets to line my purse with..(I may be a criminal, but I know how to care for quality). As I try to run out of the mall I find my self walking into the sunshine and into several family members both past and present, inviting me to a family reunion , after explaining to them that I can't go since my husband is selling me to another, they take the food from my purse and spread it on the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turn around to see a beautiful fountain filled with children playing...They were mine....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just another night in my head...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep well my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6587398088969553897?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6587398088969553897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6587398088969553897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6587398088969553897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6587398088969553897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-exactly-does-our-dreams-means.html' title='What Exactly Does Our Dreams Means...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7616340538405552970</id><published>2010-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:39:35.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going On ..........</title><content type='html'>I've tried for weeks to blog but have been unsuccessful, maybe it's the Georgia heat.... Maybe It's because I haven't been taking my hormones..Who knows....I don't know what's going on with any of y'all anymore...So sorry! I do hope to catch up soon, and I hope everyone is well and having a great Summer... Trust me, it's not because I've been on some tropical beach somewhere or even lounging by the pool. Nope, I have once again bitten off more than I can chew..I tend to do that from time to time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is convinced I am going through some kind of a midlife crisis, which he refers to as"heart dropsy".. I don't know why he calls it that, he just does....Of course this man still calls a bra a brazier..He's officially 110 years old.....I've tried to convince him that a quality purse could snap me out of it, but so far I'm not winning. I think his main concern is the fact that I've not dusted or vacuumed all week...(Now I'm worried)&lt;br /&gt;He's convinced I'm looking for a young lover named Miguel or Armando&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I tell him, men with names like these love middle age women with stretch marks and sagging breast, I have to run at least four of them away from the door a day.....Please understand. Mr. Sexy Calves has never been accused of being romantic or jealous, his new jealousy is almost comical....One Valentines Day, I lite candles around a bubble filled tub and his first response was, "Are you trying to burn down the house" It was then I realized I was married to my Grandfather........That has never happened again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He swears it all started when I got what he calls those "brown strips" in my hair, after that I started going to Photography School and gotten more interested in my Body Products business...The past two weeks I've been busy sanding sheet rock in our basement and trying to make room for all my products, my little soap business has gotten quite larger than I thought and I have ran out of space in my laundry room, so who knows where it will go from here but right know I'm looking at websites (which I know nothing about) and if any of y'all want any samples of anything I make, let me know, I'll be glad to send you some. They are all Natural and Organic...I'm also loving Photography, the world is so beautiful when your looking through a lens.. I have my first wedding shoot in November (I was forced into that, Thank you Hope)...As for Mr. Sexy Calves, I have no plans of trading him in for a younger model (he doesn't complain about my sagging breast).&lt;br /&gt;And I hope to catch up with everyone real soon...Don't give up on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7616340538405552970?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7616340538405552970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7616340538405552970' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7616340538405552970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7616340538405552970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going On ..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5009252811710456441</id><published>2010-06-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:42:57.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TA6cEXzfa5I/AAAAAAAABZo/9MQ3Drv8HBM/s1600/12011603040LVKwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480489395479866258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TA6cEXzfa5I/AAAAAAAABZo/9MQ3Drv8HBM/s320/12011603040LVKwa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to say Happy Anniversary to Mr. Sexy Calves....The man who knows how to fix his own breakfast but forgets what drawer his under ware goes in....The man who makes the best Chocolate cake and Barbecued chicken, EVER!!!! But believes my name is Ma Walton every Summer and Fall...Meaning I must can, freeze or preserve everything from our garden ....And pretty much anything edible in the state of Georgia....But never complains when he comes home and the table is full of new soap, lotion, body wash or bubble bath......But not his Supper!!! He never complains when I can't sleep and get up at 2am to clean something....Or make bath products...He never complains when he comes home to a dinning room table full of photographs because I have been on a photo shoot.....He knew I had a few loose screws and married me anyway...He loves my family even though most of them are slightly dysfunctional....He loves me hair up or hair down, make-up on or off (though I believe he prefers it on).Did I mention his calves are really hot!!! I like him a lot...I still call him my boyfriend.......Most days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5009252811710456441?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5009252811710456441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5009252811710456441' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5009252811710456441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5009252811710456441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary..............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/TA6cEXzfa5I/AAAAAAAABZo/9MQ3Drv8HBM/s72-c/12011603040LVKwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7058050415429967240</id><published>2010-06-01T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:15:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Not Working For Me Today............</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up, looked in the mirror and said, "Today I will convince myself that gray hair is sexy". So far, it's not working......If every gray hair tells a story........Mine is writing a novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7058050415429967240?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7058050415429967240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7058050415429967240' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7058050415429967240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7058050415429967240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-not-working-for-me-today.html' title='What&apos;s Not Working For Me Today............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8545018624521348315</id><published>2010-05-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:20:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Memorial Day...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S__7NPmAEII/AAAAAAAABZg/hIUsOdlGaGo/s1600/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476371876848603266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S__7NPmAEII/AAAAAAAABZg/hIUsOdlGaGo/s320/american_flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't take a hero to order men into battle. It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Norman Schwarzkoph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-8545018624521348315?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8545018624521348315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8545018624521348315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8545018624521348315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8545018624521348315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-memorial-day.html' title='Remember Memorial Day...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S__7NPmAEII/AAAAAAAABZg/hIUsOdlGaGo/s72-c/american_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5026748222798069426</id><published>2010-05-25T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:39:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Old Friend...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jack Bauer has been on a 24 hour rampage...He's been shot, beaten (numerous times), stabbed, stopped a nuclear crisis, lost the love of his life and been betrayed by the President.....And once again he came out on top (hair in place and leather jacket looking great)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I cried when Jack told Chloe good-bye, because he was also telling me good-bye....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-bye to eight years of, on the edge of your seat entertainment.......Shoot first ask questions later....I've lived in a world of great Jack Bauer quotes for eight years, I mean don't every woman look at their husband and say, "You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to get your cooperation"....It's an everyday saying around here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this mean? 24 addicts everywhere are lost, confused and deeply saddened this morning. Who will save us now............Jack, don't go far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475200451035871874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_vRzSYNOoI/AAAAAAAABZY/-VlWb-3fdis/s320/1507.jpg" /&gt;Yes, I am fully aware that my life is a sad miserable mess, but this man has brought this middle aged woman a great deal of happiness and excitement over the years....Just look at that face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5026748222798069426?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5026748222798069426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5026748222798069426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5026748222798069426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5026748222798069426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/farewell-old-friend.html' title='Farewell Old Friend...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_vRzSYNOoI/AAAAAAAABZY/-VlWb-3fdis/s72-c/1507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6279486743705983109</id><published>2010-05-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:24:14.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Row after rows of these........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r8J9OHSwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/4_TdutYxwiQ/s1600/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r8J9OHSwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/4_TdutYxwiQ/s320/165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474965545005042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handpicking your own beautiful baskets of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r58sDYihI/AAAAAAAABZI/hvexl7tjy1I/s1600/28970_123100274373050_100000192332539_311814_4403078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r58sDYihI/AAAAAAAABZI/hvexl7tjy1I/s320/28970_123100274373050_100000192332539_311814_4403078_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474963118035077650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And making jars and jars and jars of these.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r5Gh5RspI/AAAAAAAABZA/Zqn-YbjSzBM/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r5Gh5RspI/AAAAAAAABZA/Zqn-YbjSzBM/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474962187595395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you wish you could taste this!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 321px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474638950905287490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_nTHrY6E0I/AAAAAAAABYw/F3zJlK4i77w/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&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/8204649138823481362-6279486743705983109?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6279486743705983109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6279486743705983109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6279486743705983109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6279486743705983109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-fields.html' title='Strawberry Fields............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_r8J9OHSwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/4_TdutYxwiQ/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3926951031789641760</id><published>2010-05-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:57:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Sleep In A King Size Bed..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I can have movie night with my granddaughter and several of her best friends....And maybe, just maybe a little room for me.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, movie nights can get a little crowded.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472281454930671170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_Fy_WgZtkI/AAAAAAAABYo/Yb7hmSFIueQ/s320/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3926951031789641760?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3926951031789641760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3926951031789641760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3926951031789641760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3926951031789641760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-sleep-in-king-size-bed.html' title='Why I Sleep In A King Size Bed..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_Fy_WgZtkI/AAAAAAAABYo/Yb7hmSFIueQ/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6065130467980895955</id><published>2010-05-16T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:52:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Mom.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_AUYs5nB2I/AAAAAAAABYg/rcaZQFkGVXg/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471895961857361762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_AUYs5nB2I/AAAAAAAABYg/rcaZQFkGVXg/s320/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful Birthday Mom.....I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6065130467980895955?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6065130467980895955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6065130467980895955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6065130467980895955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6065130467980895955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-my-mom.html' title='For My Mom.............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S_AUYs5nB2I/AAAAAAAABYg/rcaZQFkGVXg/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1340858192560495239</id><published>2010-05-12T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:21:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mothers Day Treat.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-qc-6m_S5I/AAAAAAAABYY/w5IdpDBYtnE/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470357302093499282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-qc-6m_S5I/AAAAAAAABYY/w5IdpDBYtnE/s320/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Mothers Day weekend...It was a beautiful weekend here and I got a wonderful treat Sunday morning, I awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking......twice...My husband usually gets up early and fixes him some breakfast (I'm not getting up at 7:am on Sunday morning), but the second time I could smell sausage frying it got my attention...I awoke to my Daughter and Son in Law making a wonderful breakfast of French Toast with strawberries and a wonderful sauce, sausage and eggs and some lovely little drink to go with it...What a wonderful surprise, they got up early, came to my house and fixed Mama breakfast....I asked for the same thing next year.....It was perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you both so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love You Bunches!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470356601221978338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-qcWHqMmOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/nveD5geZXuE/s320/171-1.JPG" /&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/8204649138823481362-1340858192560495239?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1340858192560495239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1340858192560495239' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1340858192560495239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1340858192560495239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-treat.html' title='A Mothers Day Treat.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-qc-6m_S5I/AAAAAAAABYY/w5IdpDBYtnE/s72-c/174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5350286486218966811</id><published>2010-05-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:20:53.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands helped show the stars in place, and encourage me to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captures them at length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands are now twisting with age and years of hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands now need my gently hand to rub away the hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands are the reason, I am me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468887866698627986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-VkihMD-5I/AAAAAAAABYI/JeWyk5lOC3E/s320/114-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mother, My Daughter, and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5350286486218966811?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5350286486218966811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5350286486218966811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5350286486218966811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5350286486218966811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S-VkihMD-5I/AAAAAAAABYI/JeWyk5lOC3E/s72-c/114-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6668498473507782265</id><published>2010-05-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:55:40.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out Of The Proverbial Closet...So To Speak...</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I should say the paranormal closet...Things around the house have been pretty busy lately, our "little friend" has been getting into a lot of mischief......For the most part, we have gotten use to the noises, footsteps, shadows and knocking on the walls...we see it, hear it, acknowledge it and it moves on, but now he likes to stand at the foot of the bed and wake you up....Once your awake and can focus on him, he turns and disappears....I say he because it's a big shadow...The size of a man....Can I just say this messes me up a little....Some of my family came for a visit recently and we told them nothing......The first morning I asked my brother how he slept....He said, "Fine, except for all that knocking that Daddy was doing when he got up to go to the bathroom". My Dad looked at him and said once he laid down he never moved till morning....I never said a word.......Same thing next night.............On the last night my sister in law was woke up by what she thought was my Dad going to the bathroom, (he wonders when he isn't familiar with his surrounding) she thought he simply came into their room by mistake....She lay still not wanting to see my Daddy in his fruit of the looms (she's a good sister in law isn't she) but knew he would need some direction so she opened her eyes and was ready for what ever.....So she thought.............What she saw was our house guess standing at the foot of the bed................&lt;strong&gt;THIS DID NOT PLEASE HER....&lt;/strong&gt;SHE HAS NO PLANS FOR VISITING ANYTIME SOON.............I really liked her!!!.................We had a homeowners meeting this past week and I decided to ask the first people who built in here if they knew anything about the property or who would.....I was told the property use to be a family farm, we were the fifth to build here and I remember seeing a lot of old fence post......My next door neighbor was curious as to why I would want to know this information and after a few minutes of intense questioning..............I squealed like a pig.........Fearing we would be the neighborhood outcast, or the people known as "those people who", I was in for a surprise.....the two people I told knew exactly who to go to....The neighborhood ghost busters.....Now, my only fear is what hors devours goes with an EVP session, because they promise their coming to check out my house....It could be worse, we had some "friends" tell us if our faith in god was stronger we wouldn't believe in this......I asked them to spend the night in our home......Haven't heard from them since..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've posted on this before and gotten some great feed back, I've tried a lot of your suggestions to no avail....Whatever lost thing is wondering in our home hasn't hurt either of us, but at times can make you feel a little uncomfortable...unless it produces a mortgage check, it's still our home and were not moving (beside the real estate market sucks).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise you one thing....If the day comes when it starts rearranging my furniture or we hear growling sounds......We have no problem calling everybody we know and having an old fashion tent revival..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466701352955124930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S92f6qwJnMI/AAAAAAAABXg/Rcb8UNVSvVY/s320/ghostbusterlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6668498473507782265?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6668498473507782265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6668498473507782265' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6668498473507782265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6668498473507782265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-out-of-proverbial-closetso-to.html' title='Coming Out Of The Proverbial Closet...So To Speak...'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S92f6qwJnMI/AAAAAAAABXg/Rcb8UNVSvVY/s72-c/ghostbusterlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1181842207434143640</id><published>2010-04-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:13:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Award.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9j3FuufR5I/AAAAAAAABXY/pMUJruLvZg8/s1600/beautiful+blogger+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465389825628522386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9j3FuufR5I/AAAAAAAABXY/pMUJruLvZg8/s320/beautiful+blogger+award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://andoraslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-blogger-award.html"&gt;BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my wonderful Kentucky friend Andora for giving me this award..Please visit her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.andoraslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.andoraslife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; If you want to see her amazing photography and read about the beautiful life she lives in the mountains of Kentucky..She's the proud Mama of two Marines, and I'm lucky to have her as a Bloggie friend!!! Thanks again Andora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules...You need to say something nice about the person who gave you the award, copy and paste, share a few little personal details about yourself, and pass it on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your suppose to share ten things people don't already know about you and pass this award to ten other bloggers. My blog is like a diary, if I think it,I write it, therefore you know it...Maybe here are a few things you don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I absolutely hate perfume (on me).I have never found anything that I can stand, on a very rare occasion I will use Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue Body Lotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have walked with a limp for the past ten years...No matter how pretty the shoes or how expensive the purse is....You can't make a limp sexy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have degenerative arthritis, I've had several total knee replacements, my right hip and shoulder are shot....But I can still walk and I keep my sense of humor. When I was working full time I took anywhere from twelve to fourteen ibuprofen a day for the pain...."Hey, it's better than crack".......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I suffer from insomnia...Always have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am the middle child...( That should explain everything)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We didn't have indoor plumbing until I was a teenager..(Shaving your legs in a galvanized wash tub was not fun, especially when your tall).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, that's not ten..... But I tell y'all so much stuff already.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my ten...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn at &lt;a href="http://www.ordinarychristianwomansheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ordinarychristianwomansheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda at &lt;a href="http://www.lindamblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lindamblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buttercup at &lt;a href="http://www.buttercupcountsherblessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.buttercupcountsherblessings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandie at &lt;a href="http://www.chattycrone.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.chattycrone.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jann at &lt;a href="http://www.jellenblackhills.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.jellenblackhills.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mona at &lt;a href="http://www.girlinmontana.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.girlinmontana.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda at &lt;a href="http://www.truthfultidbits.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.truthfultidbits.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly at &lt;a href="http://www.myvoicemyview.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.myvoicemyview.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda at &lt;a href="http://www.ljm-alacarte.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ljm-alacarte.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica at &lt;a href="http://www.corgi-express.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.corgi-express.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ladies make blogging fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8204649138823481362-1181842207434143640?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1181842207434143640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1181842207434143640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1181842207434143640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1181842207434143640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-wonderful-award.html' title='My Wonderful Award.............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9j3FuufR5I/AAAAAAAABXY/pMUJruLvZg8/s72-c/beautiful+blogger+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8706974081938047365</id><published>2010-04-24T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:14:45.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New From Organically Yours.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463707067212432546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9L8oTH9BKI/AAAAAAAABXE/lHmTSAwge3Q/s320/204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy making gift boxes for my little side business, I hope I came up with a cute idea here...What do you think? Here's two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set includes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 oz jar Foaming Body Butter (with Jojoba Beads for exfoliation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 oz jar of Moisturizing Body Lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 oz bar of Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tin or tube of Lip Balm in assorted flavor's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I asked my daughter to hand paint a soap dish to finish the set off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All products are Organic and Natural and comes in any scent you like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463706487930418226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9L8GlIW9DI/AAAAAAAABW8/5ZkkHHQH4uE/s320/419.JPG" /&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/8204649138823481362-8706974081938047365?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8706974081938047365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8706974081938047365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8706974081938047365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8706974081938047365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-new-from-organically-yours.html' title='Something New From Organically Yours.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S9L8oTH9BKI/AAAAAAAABXE/lHmTSAwge3Q/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2235604133020787286</id><published>2010-04-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:19:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yBpncWkcI/AAAAAAAABW0/f6lb5DVKDkw/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yBpncWkcI/AAAAAAAABW0/f6lb5DVKDkw/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461883000056091074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an assignment for Photography class called A day in life of_____(something). I choose a park bench.....My series started out simple enough, I choose an early morning shot before the days activities began.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe park benches are romantic, and it just so happened that I captured a sweet couple sharing a romantic moment.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yBSK9hOPI/AAAAAAAABWs/341M9oRzSBk/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yBSK9hOPI/AAAAAAAABWs/341M9oRzSBk/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461882597273581810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How lucky was I.....(Thank you sweet romantic couple, A.K.A. my daughter and son in law)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the Mother trying to read her magazine while her boys played...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yApxlv5kI/AAAAAAAABWk/gvfo4zvVwIs/s1600/044-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yApxlv5kI/AAAAAAAABWk/gvfo4zvVwIs/s320/044-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461881903268226626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The runner cooling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x-snirs-I/AAAAAAAABWc/gTwgynPCGnQ/s1600/108-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x-snirs-I/AAAAAAAABWc/gTwgynPCGnQ/s320/108-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461879753087366114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the ice cream that wasn't wanted......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x9pOgAm1I/AAAAAAAABWU/Cv15aqynnvs/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my favorite was this, my honorable mention....While walking through the park with my daughter we stumbled across this site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure if we had came across a crime scene or a homeless Waffle House worker, but then again it could be a transvestite who loved to trout fish....This picture needs color for you to really appreciate it...When do you walk upon a park bench with a can of trout bait, a empty pack of twix candy bars, a curtain and a Waffle House hat hanging on it...On the ground was three BIG bras, a girdle, flip flops, a house coat (not a robe, there's a difference) and a very sequined patriotic sweater....This was definitely a photo opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x9CvksIpI/AAAAAAAABWM/PTJ-i-6HD8A/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x9CvksIpI/AAAAAAAABWM/PTJ-i-6HD8A/s320/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461877934177133202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If park benches could only talk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8x9CvksIpI/AAAAAAAABWM/PTJ-i-6HD8A/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8204649138823481362-2235604133020787286?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2235604133020787286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2235604133020787286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2235604133020787286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2235604133020787286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-in-life-of.html' title='A Day In The Life Of............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8yBpncWkcI/AAAAAAAABW0/f6lb5DVKDkw/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3110265169308177709</id><published>2010-04-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:57:41.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hope......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday to my dear friend Hope.....We've been through a lot of things together, but one thing is certain......You will still be older than me!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you girl!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8IpnsoRTWI/AAAAAAAABVs/X1QcwDXQLcA/s1600/imagesCAKXHYEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458971460298165602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8IpnsoRTWI/AAAAAAAABVs/X1QcwDXQLcA/s320/imagesCAKXHYEP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3110265169308177709?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3110265169308177709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3110265169308177709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3110265169308177709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3110265169308177709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-hope.html' title='Happy Birthday Hope......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8IpnsoRTWI/AAAAAAAABVs/X1QcwDXQLcA/s72-c/imagesCAKXHYEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6524323727565316366</id><published>2010-04-09T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:44:44.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts On A Sad Tragedy.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most of you know that I grew up in the same coal fields as those killed in that horrible disaster in southern WV. My brother actually worked with one of those men. My heart breaks for the families of those that have lost loved ones and I know that the entire community for each grieves. Miners are a close knit brotherhood, much like firemen or policemen...They know the dangers that lie inside a mountain of coal each time they go underground, just like a firemen knows a building is burning, he doesn't let that stop him, he proudly does his job....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what it's like to wait by a phone when you've heard of an accident and I know what its like to meet a ambulance at the Emergency Room, hoping for the best...My Grandfathers were coal miners, my Daddy was a coal miner, so are my brothers, and numerous family members....I remember when I was a teenager and Daddy would talk about how high the mine was...24 inches...I couldn't image working for 8-12 hours Monday-Saturday in the dark in 24 inches (that's the height of a coffee table), you eat in that, go to the bathroom in that and work hard in that, you don't come out until your shift is over....A lot of people around here (Atlanta) always ask me why people live that kind of life...it's simple...It's a way of life in Appalachia, a way to support your family and the only thing that most know. And one they take a great deal of pride in.. There's an old saying "When a boy becomes a man, slap a shovel in his hands"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud of my mining heritage, when I was a little girl I thought every bodies Daddy was a coal miner...I spoke to my family yesterday, they were telling me about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;protest&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8KWnRX7s6I/AAAAAAAABV0/H5qTwAYnD2I/s1600/15308_108172049221067_100000848167058_61520_5059532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459091299749311394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8KWnRX7s6I/AAAAAAAABV0/H5qTwAYnD2I/s320/15308_108172049221067_100000848167058_61520_5059532_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; standing only a few yards away from the families &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awaiting&lt;/span&gt; news of loved, environmentalist holding signs that said things like, "Let them burn"...Fools that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; realize without people like these who risk their life everyday they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be able to flip a switch and have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;electricity&lt;/span&gt; at night....This broke my Daddy's heart...When I drive home to visit my family, the last two hours of the trip are filled with me passing coal mine after coal mine...When I start seeing those mines I get my second wind...Because after a long drive, I know I'm almost home...It's sad that protesters used that as their opportunity, and wanted to stand next to family with those horrible signs...As for me, I will mourn the loss of these men and keep their families in my prayers. Such a sad tragedy indeed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8204649138823481362-6524323727565316366?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6524323727565316366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6524323727565316366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6524323727565316366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6524323727565316366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-thoughts-on-sad-tragedy.html' title='My Thoughts On A Sad Tragedy.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S8KWnRX7s6I/AAAAAAAABV0/H5qTwAYnD2I/s72-c/15308_108172049221067_100000848167058_61520_5059532_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6236234603119918051</id><published>2010-03-27T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:55:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Yukky Week......And A Life Without Jack.....</title><content type='html'>First off, I'm happy to see the warmer weather and all the beautiful things blooming....I'm over Winter and I'm sure I'm not alone...But my Spring time kryptonite is in high gear...The Bradford Pears are blooming and I've had a weeks worth of itchy, watery eyes, none stop sneezing and talking like I'm in a drum, Friday and Saturday I never got out of my pajamas.........This has been a long winter for all of us and I am happy to see some sun.....And even the dreaded pollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this news was the sour icing on the cake....24 has been cancelled......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 8 seasons I have secretly been hiding my love (lust) and affection (sorry honey)for someone else, that's included none stop heart-pumping action, three nuclear threats, several attempts at the nations presidents and numerous wounds to my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6_dwR0LTTI/AAAAAAAABVM/_DF8WiAbCdw/s1600/jack-bauer-gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453821495254666546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6_dwR0LTTI/AAAAAAAABVM/_DF8WiAbCdw/s320/jack-bauer-gun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;own beloved.......Yes, I'm talking about the man who saves of our country/nation/universe and all in a 24 hour period.....None other than Jack Bauer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out that they've cancelled 24 after 8 seasons and then watch Pamela Anderson twirl her hair and do a lap dance on Dancing with the Stars (Did they scrap the bottom of the barrel with her)............And yes, I'm sorry, But I'm over the average mom Kate Goselin too.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just bitter about no more Jack, what will us 24 addicts do......What a thrill ride Monday nights have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody that watches 24 can quote something from the show...This is one of my Jack favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Bauer: "You probably don't think I could force this towel down your throat, but trust me I can. All the way. Except that I'd hold on to this little bit at the end. When your stomach starts to digest the towel, I pull it out. Taking your stomach lining with it...Most people take about a week to die, it's very painful"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6236234603119918051?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6236234603119918051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6236234603119918051' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6236234603119918051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6236234603119918051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-yukky-weekand-life-without-jack.html' title='Just A Yukky Week......And A Life Without Jack.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6_dwR0LTTI/AAAAAAAABVM/_DF8WiAbCdw/s72-c/jack-bauer-gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1766270128050203969</id><published>2010-03-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:17:15.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography School........</title><content type='html'>Can I tell you again how much I love Photography School.....The only bad thing is, everything is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt; op... Like putting my daughter in a blooming tree full of bees...Thank you my love...&lt;br /&gt;And taking my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt; outside to the train tracks on a freezing cold day in the rain...All it cost me (that day) was a happy meal....&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly take comments, critiquing, or any tips for improvement.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4nNxcHkI/AAAAAAAABVE/5ygetjcVvTU/s1600-h/075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450332589155688002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4nNxcHkI/AAAAAAAABVE/5ygetjcVvTU/s320/075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4mrAeURI/AAAAAAAABU8/fIclV8YBgMI/s1600-h/104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450332579823505682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4mrAeURI/AAAAAAAABU8/fIclV8YBgMI/s320/104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4lvMZLpI/AAAAAAAABU0/QGDgrOjo_cs/s1600-h/track2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450332563767373458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4lvMZLpI/AAAAAAAABU0/QGDgrOjo_cs/s320/track2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4lWKj1BI/AAAAAAAABUs/5j08Ej5Txmg/s1600-h/Josie+tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450332557048796178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4lWKj1BI/AAAAAAAABUs/5j08Ej5Txmg/s320/Josie+tracks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4kyKYyeI/AAAAAAAABUk/RCA-ypO69Zw/s1600-h/Josie123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450332547384396258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4kyKYyeI/AAAAAAAABUk/RCA-ypO69Zw/s320/Josie123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1766270128050203969?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1766270128050203969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1766270128050203969' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1766270128050203969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1766270128050203969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/photography-school.html' title='Photography School........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6N4nNxcHkI/AAAAAAAABVE/5ygetjcVvTU/s72-c/075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6421506397174414058</id><published>2010-03-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:20:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No matter how long the winter, Spring is sure to follow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this past winter, I'll even welcome the pollen and allergies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6421506397174414058?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6421506397174414058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6421506397174414058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6421506397174414058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6421506397174414058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3148360879982662472</id><published>2010-03-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:14:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish Blessing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6FUPi0trJI/AAAAAAAABUU/d61eBNVxRlQ/s1600-h/product_6781_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449729650117684370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6FUPi0trJI/AAAAAAAABUU/d61eBNVxRlQ/s320/product_6781_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you always have walls for the wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A roof for the rain, Tea beside the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter to cheer you, Those you love near you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all your heart might desire.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy St. Paddy's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3148360879982662472?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3148360879982662472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3148360879982662472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3148360879982662472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3148360879982662472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/irish-blessing.html' title='An Irish Blessing....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S6FUPi0trJI/AAAAAAAABUU/d61eBNVxRlQ/s72-c/product_6781_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1648545153778657594</id><published>2010-03-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:00:13.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older....And Mostly Ramblings.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Monday morning I got dressed, put on an adorable and colorful pair of socks that my daughter bought me that said, " It's my birthday today, I'm 29 again"......It was my birthday, I was not 29.....But that was sweet and I think I'll wear them again next year. ....I also think that next year I'll pretend that I was born on leap year....&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'll say about the age thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day, no coat needed and short sleeves worked out perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon with my daughter and had a wonderful time (I always do...I really like this girl), we laughed (mostly at me) and had a great lunch at one of our favorites... Douceur de France.....I finished my lunch off with this.....And YES....It was worth it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446633393209839506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S5ZUNrANj5I/AAAAAAAABTc/y6mKE7UHyUU/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the night eating supper at Poppy's, a great Cuban restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has made me think about life differently, and question a few things...Am I to old to start new adventures, should I stick with what I know...Some things are certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop being shocked every time I pluck enough gray hairs from my eyebrows and head to make a toupee....(This happens way too often, and each time I am in awe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point did baby oil and iodine sound like the perfect tanning oil to use while laying directly under the ozone layer on a shinny silver blanket called Even-Up...(If anyone remembers these tanning blankets, chances are you were using the same lotion as me..) This year there will be a giant increase in SPF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep buying wrinkle creams that swear to make you look ten years younger, when what I really need is plaster of Paris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I realize that I'll never be a size 6......Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jeans that make your bottom look smaller, don't do anything for your thighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be relationships that I look back on....And throw up a little in my mouth when I think about them...(Still thinking and a little nausea's )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are friends I never want to be without...The ones you know have your back no matter what...The ones that know every little stinking detail about you....And still they love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the friends I miss...The ones that I've lost touch with and wonder how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least......Someone my age cannot eat Cuban at 8:30 at night......No way, No How..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful and Blessed for another year of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1648545153778657594?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1648545153778657594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1648545153778657594' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1648545153778657594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1648545153778657594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-year-olderand-mostly-ramblings.html' title='Another Year Older....And Mostly Ramblings.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S5ZUNrANj5I/AAAAAAAABTc/y6mKE7UHyUU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6737402087195336109</id><published>2010-03-03T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:35:50.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash In The Neighborhood...Or Things Georgians Don't See Everyday...</title><content type='html'>A dirty stranger was spotted walking through our neighborhood Wednesday morning, causing fear and panic among our peaceful surrounding's.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444493211371125122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S465usXNOYI/AAAAAAAABTU/tfmaD_DsgG8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon further investigation, no authorities were needed...It seemed the stranger was the authorities&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492734140083570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S465S6idbXI/AAAAAAAABTM/wvq0k6MMyzk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes this is silly, I am aware of this....But I happen to find a 7 foot snowman in the middle of the street in my neighborhood hilarious)&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/8204649138823481362-6737402087195336109?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6737402087195336109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6737402087195336109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6737402087195336109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6737402087195336109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/news-flash-in-neighborhoodor-things.html' title='News Flash In The Neighborhood...Or Things Georgians Don&apos;t See Everyday...'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S465usXNOYI/AAAAAAAABTU/tfmaD_DsgG8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8239301968977163814</id><published>2010-03-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:04:38.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This day is coming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S40oJz0WnlI/AAAAAAAABTE/JX4pugAn0nw/s1600-h/moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444051673554525778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S40oJz0WnlI/AAAAAAAABTE/JX4pugAn0nw/s320/moment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the 2nd of March and Georgia woke up to snow....Beautiful snowflakes....To those of you who have had record breaking snow this winter I apologize for this.....But this is new for us...And we are hypnotized by it's beauty (truthfully, the state shuts down for a week at the mention of flurries, no bread or milk can be found for miles)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my point of this post was this.....It's March and those of us who dread "that time of year"T when we start looking for the perfect summer bathing suit ...the one that will make us look younger, thinner and more beautiful by the pool, lake or beach, is fast approaching....I have come to realize one thing.....I demand way too much out of a small piece of spandex......And I know this day is coming, when all I'll need is this..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Liz....This picture not only made me smile but put me in a deep depression....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-8239301968977163814?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8239301968977163814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8239301968977163814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8239301968977163814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8239301968977163814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-day-is-coming.html' title='This day is coming.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S40oJz0WnlI/AAAAAAAABTE/JX4pugAn0nw/s72-c/moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7169261070087229693</id><published>2010-02-25T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:57:56.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetit.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4b_-2nnkCI/AAAAAAAABS8/jn6RjXTblOc/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442318655002480674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4b_-2nnkCI/AAAAAAAABS8/jn6RjXTblOc/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those crazy squirrels Snoop and Scoop returned for a little Italian dining yesterday....I had made some pasta and put what was left over on my back porch (to lazy to take it to the trash), when I heard a noise....One little over sized rodent had found his way to the mother load...He then called out to his buddy and informed him of the feast.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several others tried to join the party but were quickly ran away....The two sat and ate for hours, sucking up noodle after noodle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442317845234822354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4b_Pt_9rNI/AAAAAAAABS0/_OPK9WHGpbk/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they finished...A little sunbathing was required...I figured they would go somewhere and blowup with all that pasta inside, but nope, they were back this morning knocking on the door wanting to know what today's special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442317098166590562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4b-kO9BHGI/AAAAAAAABSs/hsOM7JbS1Pw/s320/040.JPG" /&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/8204649138823481362-7169261070087229693?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7169261070087229693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7169261070087229693' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7169261070087229693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7169261070087229693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/bon-appetit.html' title='Bon Appetit.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4b_-2nnkCI/AAAAAAAABS8/jn6RjXTblOc/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-9045367457820659709</id><published>2010-02-24T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:32:45.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Beyond Medals................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4WasBhUfYI/AAAAAAAABSk/ob19teX6ixY/s1600-h/2604390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441925805860224386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4WasBhUfYI/AAAAAAAABSk/ob19teX6ixY/s320/2604390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone with half a heart, whether you follow the Olympics or not, had to be emotionally drained after watching Canada's Joannie Rochette take the ice last night....Only days after the death of her Mother, she skated to a standing ovation and a room full of tears....She skated as if her Mother was right by her side (I believe she was). They kept panning over to her tearful Dad who was there to support her...A breathtaking performance of grace and beauty...When she ended her routine, she broke down...I broke down as soon as she entered the ice...What courage for such a young woman...She currently stands in third place......And I'm pulling for her, I wish her the best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441925516949620434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4WabNPqhtI/AAAAAAAABSc/9zCwaL5tzck/s320/2604357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-9045367457820659709?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/9045367457820659709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=9045367457820659709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/9045367457820659709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/9045367457820659709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-beyond-medals.html' title='This Is Beyond Medals................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4WasBhUfYI/AAAAAAAABSk/ob19teX6ixY/s72-c/2604390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3465923402721853863</id><published>2010-02-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:58:36.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roses......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4Vos4QN-LI/AAAAAAAABSU/mt1PTvtjeKQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4Vos4QN-LI/AAAAAAAABSU/mt1PTvtjeKQ/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441870844971055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What's in a name? That which we call a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by any other name would smell as sweet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Can I tell you how much I love my photography classes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3465923402721853863?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3465923402721853863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3465923402721853863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3465923402721853863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3465923402721853863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/roses.html' title='The Roses......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S4Vos4QN-LI/AAAAAAAABSU/mt1PTvtjeKQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7347368747121820294</id><published>2010-02-17T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:20:09.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3wlOp5AzlI/AAAAAAAABQk/Xol9WEJGJOs/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263383650094674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3wlOp5AzlI/AAAAAAAABQk/Xol9WEJGJOs/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7347368747121820294?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7347368747121820294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7347368747121820294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7347368747121820294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7347368747121820294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-great-thing-in-this-world-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3wlOp5AzlI/AAAAAAAABQk/Xol9WEJGJOs/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5086183070495740638</id><published>2010-02-10T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:34:28.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Surprise and  Valentines Favorite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3SwA3kM3hI/AAAAAAAABQc/XI4wvo0bjSE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164179105308178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3SwA3kM3hI/AAAAAAAABQc/XI4wvo0bjSE/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a stressful week for me and I'm sure many of you have had the same kind of week yourself, not to mention this global warming is freezing us all to death...I had a wonderful surprise when I opened the mail this evening, Linda over at A day in the life of, had made a beautiful valentines day card for me (she's an incredible scrapbooker and card maker). Linda, it made my day...You are a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also reminded me of my favorite Valentine's Day card from my hubby, not at all what you would think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had went to the mountains with some friends for Valentines one year, of course one of our friends had already purchased his wife, as my husband puts it the most elaborate card he has ever seen, he swore cupid himself was inside this card sprinkling love dust...He gave his wife the card before we went to supper..Of course, she loved it....Here was my husband and our other friends husband looking at each other with the "you mean were supposed to give a card on valentines day look on their face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8pm on Valentines Day in the Smokey Mountains is not the time to find the "right card for your wife.".My husband literally walked in the store and grabbed the last card in the wife section and walked out....When I opened the card, romance was the farthest thing from my mind....it had a oven mitt on the front and simple said, " You'll need this for later". ...Inside the card was written, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I'm to hot to handle"......Right know your probably thinking what's wrong with this, give him credit, he tried.....Your right, I should have, except for the part that said.....TO MY HUSBAND WITH WITH LOVE............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about what the poor girl at the counter must have thought when my husband(who's a big man)paid for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Special Husband Valentines Day Card".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes that card priceless............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk about it and laugh every year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5086183070495740638?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5086183070495740638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5086183070495740638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5086183070495740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5086183070495740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-surprise-and-valentines.html' title='A Beautiful Surprise and  Valentines Favorite....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S3SwA3kM3hI/AAAAAAAABQc/XI4wvo0bjSE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5325734139168251965</id><published>2010-01-30T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:22:51.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Detergent...</title><content type='html'>Stella I'm sorry I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give directions, here they are.....some recipes say&lt;br /&gt;6 cups Borax&lt;br /&gt;6 cups Arm and Hammer Washing Soda&lt;br /&gt;4 Bars &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naptha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people that believe more is better, so I just put it all together ( You only have a cup and half of Borax left over anyway). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oxy&lt;/span&gt;-Clean or the Clorox Stain Fighter and Color Booster don't hurt at all...I really like having it in there..And the Clorox Stain Fighter and Color Booster was only $2.00 at the Dollar General..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5325734139168251965?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5325734139168251965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5325734139168251965' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5325734139168251965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5325734139168251965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/laundry-detergent.html' title='Laundry Detergent...'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7656829023056692563</id><published>2010-01-29T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:45:35.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fellow Americans.........</title><content type='html'>Due to the tough economic times ( sounds so political, doesn't it) and the fact that I can't use cheap laundry detergent...I have grown tired of paying over $15.00 for a bottle of Tide every time I go to the grocery store (A.K.A. Walmart). So, about two months ago I was looking at different soap recipes and I came across the recipe for your own laundry detergent.....This made me both curious and nervous (I break out in hives with certain laundry products)....This product boast the ability to clean, neutralize odors, cut grease, make my whites whiter and my brights brighter and all using only 1/8 cup, and it comes down to about .7 cents per load......Am I the only person who is thinking," Wow there's no way".....Alas, bloggie people that I love and respect there is a way.....And I'm going to show you how...That's right.....I crossed over..........To the frugal side..............(on somethings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you this stuff works great......Here's what you will need, and about 30 minutes of your time. personally I thought 30 minutes was worth it if I didn't have to buy laundry detergent for months (that's right, months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, gather these items&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2Rsx0krglI/AAAAAAAABQQ/y6hx6biXofY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432586653697540690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2Rsx0krglI/AAAAAAAABQQ/y6hx6biXofY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you add these together you must grate the soap....I choose to put mine in a blender, it comes out very powdery....If you choose to do this, you MUST brake up the bars of soap into tiny pieces (I put them in a zip lock bag and hit them with a hammer, did the job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2Rr-a1YGsI/AAAAAAAABQI/m_mVHrrNGy0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432585770614921922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2Rr-a1YGsI/AAAAAAAABQI/m_mVHrrNGy0/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fels Naptha Soap bar is hardest to find but I have found it at our local Ace Hardware Store and also Kroger ( it's not in the soap section, it's in the laundry detergent section).&lt;br /&gt;The first time I made mine I altered it a little and added 2cups of Oxy-clean to the mix..It worked great...This time I found the box of Clorox color booster and stain remover for $2.00 and added it......Total cost for all products.....under $8.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the final product...(Looks Pretty Good...Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2RrWwXkKMI/AAAAAAAABQA/4tP1r2tMSEQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432585089200695490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2RrWwXkKMI/AAAAAAAABQA/4tP1r2tMSEQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Fels Naptha Soap bar is a heavy duty stain remover&lt;br /&gt;Arm and Hammer washing soda works on grease and neutralizes odors&lt;br /&gt;The Borax cleans disinfects and softens the water&lt;br /&gt;And the Clorox is a Stain Fighter and Color Booster&lt;br /&gt;I've been chatting with Jennifer over at Through The Storms Of Life, and she has some really great homemade cleaning recipes....."Hey Jenn, the mold and mildew remover is awesome"...If anybody has some old family cleaning recipes they use....I would love to hear them.....&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/8204649138823481362-7656829023056692563?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7656829023056692563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7656829023056692563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7656829023056692563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7656829023056692563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-fellow-americans.html' title='My Fellow Americans.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S2Rsx0krglI/AAAAAAAABQQ/y6hx6biXofY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1535792612841993510</id><published>2010-01-25T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:04:36.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap, Soap And More Soap............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my obsession with organic soap making hasn't slowed down, I eat and breath soap and lotion ideas... I look at cake pans in a different light....If I can mold soap in it I use it...If Procter and Gamble goes out of business, I'm set for life.....Thanks to my daughters persuasion I've started selling them on etsy on a site she has...You can check it out if you like...loviessongbird.etsy.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and look under Organically Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lot of people make their own soaps and lotions, but it's something that I've never done before,and to be able to do it natural and organic is something I'm pretty proud of...And beside......it's a lot of hard work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share a few pictures with you....Just a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844158169206370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S147_O4uTmI/AAAAAAAABPw/RIlWY5z4Jm4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberries and Cream- Full of Strawberry seeds and ground Almonds, I want to eat this bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844153867219234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S147--3DMSI/AAAAAAAABPo/9y1o2avZxec/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Berry Bliss- Full of Strawberry, Raspberry and Blueberry, a great exfoliating bar with a wonderful scent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844145730381778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S147-gjE59I/AAAAAAAABPg/rl-0VQXkAUE/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lavender and Chamomile-Need I say more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844144229047842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S147-a9IXiI/AAAAAAAABPY/oN4iDwOJudU/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;Sweetest Touch- Contains Moroccan Red (Super good for your skin) and a little touch of Plumeria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430844134446685554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S14792g1XXI/AAAAAAAABPQ/H37veYc8op0/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine Dream- Lots of creamy milk and tangerine zest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-1535792612841993510?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1535792612841993510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1535792612841993510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1535792612841993510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1535792612841993510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/soap-soap-and-more-soap.html' title='Soap, Soap And More Soap............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S147_O4uTmI/AAAAAAAABPw/RIlWY5z4Jm4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4527891229245597876</id><published>2010-01-20T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:01:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cupcake Freaks Fantasy And A Birthday Celebration......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1pYd9lr9mI/AAAAAAAABPI/3QBJjwXLpro/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429749572520638050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1pYd9lr9mI/AAAAAAAABPI/3QBJjwXLpro/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great day with my "little girl" on her 28th birthday..... It was a beautiful winters day, sunny and 65 degrees, we did a little shopping and a lot of eating....We had lunch at an absolutely wonderful French bistro called Douceur De France, the waitress spoke about as much southern as we did french...But give me the right mix of pastries and butter, and I can speak any language.....And that's exactly what they did...."Magnifique"....We got a little pampered with a relaxing manicure and then went to get her a big cookie for after supper. What happen next was pretty much a blur, we walked past this little shop to my vehicle and the most angelic cupcakes you have ever seen were displayed in the window....We both stopped right in our tracks....Next thing we knew we were standing at the counter.....I honestly believe I heard the Lord speak to me when I entered this shop saying, "Angie, go forth and buy many cupcakes". All I can say is..... I obeyed the Lord.....And bought ten.....Instead of cookie or cake for her birthday we had these babies.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748922913391602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1pX4JnQA_I/AAAAAAAABPA/0CnbyKYk3Rk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We topped the night off with some spicy Cuban food (talk about a day of culture)...If any body out there has a birthday this week let me know, I'll be glad to go and buy one of these wonderful sinful cupcakes and eat it in your honor.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429747913644655378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1pW9Zy1QxI/AAAAAAAABO4/O5c1s8UV9h0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love y'all that much.....&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/8204649138823481362-4527891229245597876?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4527891229245597876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4527891229245597876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4527891229245597876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4527891229245597876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/cupcake-freaks-fantasy-and-birthday.html' title='A Cupcake Freaks Fantasy And A Birthday Celebration......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1pYd9lr9mI/AAAAAAAABPI/3QBJjwXLpro/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-222785165863023132</id><published>2010-01-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:24:31.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1ZzP6rKpqI/AAAAAAAABOw/u171sZKUcro/s1600-h/birthdaybox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428653118127253154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1ZzP6rKpqI/AAAAAAAABOw/u171sZKUcro/s320/birthdaybox.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 28th Birthday Hippie Chick!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428652710033500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1Zy4KaCKgI/AAAAAAAABOo/X36oABkAxxU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to say how happy I am and how lucky I feel to have you for a daughter...My one greatest accomplishment.....The day I first held you in my arms, you put an eternal hold on my heart....The passing years have only increased my love for you...You've become a woman that is more beautiful and wonderful than ever I imagined you'd be....I look at you with such pride...I'm amazed that I created you....It's so much fun to be with you and share the happenings in your life (thank you for letting me be apart of that)...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's go have some Birthday fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428651881538410546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1ZyH8BaWDI/AAAAAAAABOg/Aow4NC99y_U/s320/13441_103382839678127_100000192332539_91254_434711_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-222785165863023132?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/222785165863023132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=222785165863023132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/222785165863023132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/222785165863023132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess..............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S1ZzP6rKpqI/AAAAAAAABOw/u171sZKUcro/s72-c/birthdaybox.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5501277833416142000</id><published>2010-01-13T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:29:16.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.........</title><content type='html'>This morning physical fitness Barbie, A.K.A. She-ra Princess of power shows up at my door, fresh from the gym, where she had no doubt been tormenting some poor soul ( she had that look of a fresh kill on her face...It's so scary). Carrying her recycled grocery bag full of mixed berries and a few other things I wasn't familiar with...She asked if she could use my blender and make us a protein drink.....The berries looked great, so I thought how bad can it be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was good until she put spinach into the blender and it came out looking like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426429911602189906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S06NQQ-aVlI/AAAAAAAABOY/UxgKqG_Kpqk/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure, this is one thing that doesn't need to bother with the digestive system....because it's going to go in and come out the same way.....and my guess is pretty quickly.....And then she thought that I would want to share a glass with her..........How can she do that to fruit....How can she do that to herself...Just go eat a salad...Forget that, go eat some chocolate....Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426428792637854466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S06MPIghkwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/mHZNGGw-6K4/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5501277833416142000?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5501277833416142000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5501277833416142000' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5501277833416142000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5501277833416142000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously.........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/S06NQQ-aVlI/AAAAAAAABOY/UxgKqG_Kpqk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-5856935871312878350</id><published>2010-01-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:28:39.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Facts......</title><content type='html'>I thought I would start the New Year off with a few facts about me (it's not like I keep many things a secret, if I think it I say it) here's a few things you may or may not care to know about ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some of you may think I joke when I say I'm an Obsessive Compulsive Person, I'm Not....I am big time OCD....My husband has learned to tolerate me over the years....He just raises his feet when he sees me coming, because it usually means I have a vacuum cleaner or dust buster in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I really do love to clean....I could vacuum and dust every day....A dirty mirror or window drives me insane....And I am constantly cleaning my oven.....I know, I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make it stop I would....Why couldn't I be an obsessive compulsive ballerina or ball room dancer....Maybe because there aren't any ballerinas who wear an F-cup in a bra....Oh Yea! those are called strippers.....I think I will stick to cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate to fold and hang laundry, but I love to smell my clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I love to can and preserve fruits and vegetable's...I think there's an art to doing it...I love what it looks like in the jars when your finished....My Grandmother and Mama taught me these skills. And I still cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My life would be nothing without God and my family...I have two favorite bible verses.&lt;br /&gt;Gen 50:20&lt;br /&gt;But as for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good, in order to bring it about as it is this day, to save many people alive.&lt;br /&gt;And  Psalm 103:12&lt;br /&gt;As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love photography, and can't wait to start my lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am knocking on fifty and my daughter just taught me how to knit...I am making a scarf...It's very crocked but I'm going wear it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I cant sew...........Really.....I once sewed all the buttons on the inside of the wrong shirt....The dress I Had to make in home economics class wasn't suitable to wear for my grade....I failed that class.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I am obsessed with organic soap making, I've also started making lotion and kitchen soap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I live with a lot of regrets, I still let my past haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There's a lot of my childhood I want to remember forever, and some I wish I could forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am a sleepwalker and talker...I have woke my husband up trying to get the chickens out of the house....He has also got me off the front porch....Just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am very proud of my mountain heritage and being a Coal Miners daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I believe our house is haunted...We bought the property and built the house four years ago and have always heard little things. About a year ago things got really crazy, voices, televisions, lights and digital photo frames coming on. lots and lots of footsteps and things in my kitchen banging when we aren't in there...I could go on.....Not sure what we will do about this situation....We were woke up during the night with banging on our bedroom wall about three weeks ago and this has happened several times since then....Anyone have the number for a good Ghost Hunter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Summer is my favorite season, But my favorite time to cook is during the fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I've never seen a picture of myself that I thought was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've been a "big girl" before, as a matter of fact for several years....At my heaviest I weighed 287lbs......That's only skinny if your seven foot tall...........I'm not..............I don't weigh that now, but I'm sure if I keep sneaking cupcakes I might..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm not shy....I'm very out spoken and a bit of a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. For the past twenty years I have worked in the Operating Room (who don't love a blood and guts girl) Now, I am trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to, and can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. I almost drown when I was a little girl...I was terrified of the water and never went near it until I was in my early twenties...I taught myself how to swim, and now I love and respect the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I was thirty years old before I got my ears pierced....So sad...I pierced them myself...Big Mistake...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. I hate seafood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. I love a good purse...."Boy do I love good purses"....And they like me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. I believe being a middle child is a punishment....It has made me crazy!!! And after reading this post you will realize just how boring and sad my existence is.....I shall now go eat a cupcake and wallow in the misery that is my life....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-5856935871312878350?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5856935871312878350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=5856935871312878350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5856935871312878350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/5856935871312878350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-facts.html' title='Just The Facts......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2564691293320879915</id><published>2009-12-29T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:18:11.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Middle Aged OCD Woman Gets A New Hobby.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzwkPZTDkiI/AAAAAAAABN4/WN0cGmumJoM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 454px; display: block; height: 279px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421247898354684450" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzwkPZTDkiI/AAAAAAAABN4/WN0cGmumJoM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My OCD has been working overtime lately,and  I have been a very busy girl...(once again in my kitchen) ....But this this time instead of making preserves I am making homemade, 100% organic soaps (which doesn't contain Lye, I might add)....My house smells soooo good....I have bowls of grapefruit and tangerine zest, pureed avocado and aloe, almonds, honey and blueberry everywhere...Pretty much anything that is great for your skin, I'm putting it in.....Adorable names like, Grapefruit Blush, Tangerine Dream, Georgia Rain (I told you my OCD was working overtime).....I got tired of breaking out from so many other body washes....That I made my own....Most of my ingredient's are things like Milk or Goats Milk....Shea, Cocoa and Coconut Butter....Aloe and Vitamin E...Lots of fresh and dried fruits and some veggies, such as avocado and cucumber...LOVE IT!!!! I feel like I might need to give a few bars away soon...So keep checking back...This stuff is so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzwwaSGqhWI/AAAAAAAABOA/kt4GcbjXSdY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 321px; display: block; height: 238px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261279541757282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzwwaSGqhWI/AAAAAAAABOA/kt4GcbjXSdY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Lavender and Yuzu-luscious Bath salt scrubs&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/8204649138823481362-2564691293320879915?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2564691293320879915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2564691293320879915' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2564691293320879915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2564691293320879915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/middle-aged-ocd-woman-gets-new-hobby.html' title='A Middle Aged OCD Woman Gets A New Hobby.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzwkPZTDkiI/AAAAAAAABN4/WN0cGmumJoM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7464727724538287259</id><published>2009-12-27T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:23:47.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Christmas..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a tough year on a lot of people, and I'm certainly ready to start over and try for a better New Year....So many painful things have happened this year to myself and my family, yet my family has been so blessed..Last Christmas my daddy was in the hospital with pneumonia that turned into MRSA in his lungs, once he started showing improvement...my momma got pneumonia also...I remember praying , "Please don't let this be our last Christmas with either of them". My brother suffered his heart attack in the fall. and my 91 yr old miracle man father in law, who has pulled through so much, now complains about physical therapy wanting him to walk two miles a day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has blessed us beyond measure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I wont see my parents and brothers until the coming weekend, I spent a very blessed Christmas with my family here. Christmas Eve we were surrounded by all our children and lots of laughter....and lots of food. Apparently I was trying to make up for all the food that I missed on Thanksgiving....I'm pretty sure I achieved that goal....Our granddaughter was so excited, she wanted to give Santa a present because he gives to us every year...She gave him a bell for his sleigh....she tried her best to stay awake to hear any hint of it jingle...she lasted until 2:00am.....I lasted until 1:45am, that's when she woke me up whispering in my ear that I was going to miss the whole thing....I was exhausted.....&lt;br /&gt;After all, I was sleeping in a bed with her my husband and nineteen stuffed animals...All sleeping on Grammies side of the bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up early saying, "Is it time now, is it time now".&lt;br /&gt;Santa left her a surprise...A boot print...She can't wait to take the picture to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420724890095329154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzpIkTtAH4I/AAAAAAAABNw/fHrIs4LSTWE/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have been telling my hubby that he has the key to my heart, even though we are as different as night and day...This year he bought me the "key" to his....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420723815041142434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzpHlu0HDqI/AAAAAAAABNo/MG4Ljnsw3zU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this incredible gift, my old one died back in the summer and I have been using an old 35mm we still had... My daughter and son in law bought me photography lessons...I'm sooooo excited, can't wait to start those....... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720341021317058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzpEbhFPV8I/AAAAAAAABNg/29TpvzluCGU/s320/Nikon-D700-vanity-180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many life changing things happen to me this year...I hope I learn from them all and never go a day that I don't........Count all my Blessing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you all have a blessed New Year! &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/8204649138823481362-7464727724538287259?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7464727724538287259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7464727724538287259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7464727724538287259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7464727724538287259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed-christmas.html' title='A Blessed Christmas..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzpIkTtAH4I/AAAAAAAABNw/fHrIs4LSTWE/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6175635434624667040</id><published>2009-12-27T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:55:04.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wii Hangover....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is what a 7 year old looks like after 15 hours of Wii Guitar Hero and sports....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420006744623022914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/Sze7avV6A0I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ySa8CF8JHf8/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6175635434624667040?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6175635434624667040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6175635434624667040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6175635434624667040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6175635434624667040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/wii-hangover.html' title='A Wii Hangover....................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/Sze7avV6A0I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ySa8CF8JHf8/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-4937046962680281107</id><published>2009-12-24T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:25:18.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzOHy4ajnHI/AAAAAAAABNI/kQki5ZN7Kgs/s1600-h/z207280395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418824084863818866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzOHy4ajnHI/AAAAAAAABNI/kQki5ZN7Kgs/s320/z207280395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let us keep Christmas beautiful without a thought of greed, that it might live forever more to fill our every need. That it shall not be just a day, but last a lifetime through. The miracle of Christmas time, that brings God close to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas to all my wonderful Friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-4937046962680281107?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4937046962680281107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=4937046962680281107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4937046962680281107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/4937046962680281107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All..................'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzOHy4ajnHI/AAAAAAAABNI/kQki5ZN7Kgs/s72-c/z207280395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3220720778177928332</id><published>2009-12-21T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:47:42.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzAlHPCr5BI/AAAAAAAABNA/z3QnjG1Ur0o/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzAlHPCr5BI/AAAAAAAABNA/z3QnjG1Ur0o/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417871157953815570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I copied this poem from another blog I read, Dee Dee's son is fighting for our freedom and this poem is from him.....We should always remember those who serve and have served...I'm sure it's especially hard to have a son or daughter, husband or wife, fighting a war at Christmas.....For those of you and your families, I for one am proud that you have my back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..&lt;br /&gt;To the window that danced with a warm fire's light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The red, white, and blue... an American flag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can live through the cold and the being alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can carry the weight of killing another, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who stand at the front against any and all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."&lt;br /&gt;" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems all too little for all that you've done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just tell us you love us, and never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To stand your own watch, no matter how long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To know you remember we fought and we bled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30th Naval Construction Regiment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OIC, Logistics Cell One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Al Taqqadum, Iraq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3220720778177928332?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3220720778177928332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3220720778177928332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3220720778177928332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3220720778177928332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-copied-this-poem-from-another-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SzAlHPCr5BI/AAAAAAAABNA/z3QnjG1Ur0o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8832572819123609511</id><published>2009-12-15T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:11:48.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  End Of The Beginning...............</title><content type='html'>Flakes of worn paint on an old porch...the same one I had my first kiss on, and then my first broken heart that I thought would never mend.....A window from a empty room that has been looked through at least a trillion times, with thoughts like, Who's going? Who's coming? And "what in the world are my children doing know"....A rusted washtub hanging on an outside building, that gnarly old walnut tree that we climbed a thousand times...These are the thoughts that kept going through my mind as I walked around my home place one last time....the ones I will hold in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls are empty now in the old house, nothing left but a few odd and ends....After months of agonizing pain for my parents and and all of us, the gas company finally "settled" with them...I promise you, they wont be retiring on a beach somewhere......I made the 475 mile trip once again to help, along with my brothers and sisters in law we packed up what was left of a nine room house and tried to move it into a four room house.....As far as real estate goes in that area pickings are slim.....They do have the potential to build on to the house they are buying, we were just hoping that they could find something and not need to work on it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did managed to laugh at ourselves a little bit...You can't look at your old annuals (especially from the seventies) and take yourself serious.....Who ever came up with the fashion for the decade should be found and punished severely.......Found an old box of eight tracks tapes.....You know those are gonna make a big come back...Right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of tears....&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Daddy standing in the yard looking at the house...I went up to him and put my arms around him , he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "We had a good run of this ole place didn't we buddy". He put his arm around me and kissed me on top of the head....My heart broke into a thousand pieces....&lt;br /&gt;You may say people move every day, and they do, I did.&lt;br /&gt;But not mountain people, My people.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with family land...&lt;br /&gt;They believe you should be born there and die there....&lt;br /&gt;That is what has made this so hard for my parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gas company owns it now, and they will put up a gate and bull doze it down, I will need to think long and hard before I make the trip back, to support my parents and stand with my brothers and watch as the old home place is demolished...It will be hard to watch something so special be destroyed by someone who doesn't have a clue how magical the old place was to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents built the house from another old house that was being torn down...So I guess you could say they built an old house out of an older house....I had my brother cut me a piece of the original floor....A beautiful worn piece of chestnut...My husband is going to engraved the word HOME on it for me....I will hang it in my kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to get my own life back on track, I have neglected my family here and they need care too....I just put my Christmas up today, and I have no Christmas shopping done at all....But as I set and reflect on the things that myself and my family have overcome this year, I realize how richly blessed my life is.......I thank God......&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get back on track and stop by my wonderful friends blogs soon....I know I have missed so much...&lt;br /&gt;Still Stressed, But Blessed Beyond Measure&lt;br /&gt;The Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-8832572819123609511?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8832572819123609511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8832572819123609511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8832572819123609511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8832572819123609511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-beginning.html' title='The  End Of The Beginning...............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2818329526012677966</id><published>2009-12-13T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:03:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Qoute...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SyVkYoI9PcI/AAAAAAAABLA/-2PY0m73hIE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414844501237513666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SyVkYoI9PcI/AAAAAAAABLA/-2PY0m73hIE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever else be lost among the years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us keep Christmas still a shinning thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us hold close one day, remembering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's poignant meaning for the hearts of men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us get back our childlike faith again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Grace Noll Crowell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2818329526012677966?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2818329526012677966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2818329526012677966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2818329526012677966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2818329526012677966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/yet-another-qoute.html' title='Yet Another Qoute...........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SyVkYoI9PcI/AAAAAAAABLA/-2PY0m73hIE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6514980714419215235</id><published>2009-12-01T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:41:11.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SxWbXIG871I/AAAAAAAABK4/7vTMW0yoTiA/s1600/136681576_7f251a7865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410401348971458386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SxWbXIG871I/AAAAAAAABK4/7vTMW0yoTiA/s320/136681576_7f251a7865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold,everything is softer and more beautiful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6514980714419215235?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6514980714419215235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6514980714419215235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6514980714419215235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6514980714419215235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote.html' title='A Quote........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SxWbXIG871I/AAAAAAAABK4/7vTMW0yoTiA/s72-c/136681576_7f251a7865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3775959800887371037</id><published>2009-11-27T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:37:26.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season For Special Things..........</title><content type='html'>"When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor the feathery touch like the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735240656769378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SxM9ihRCUWI/AAAAAAAABKw/Rfha6UJwzrE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;It's official, the holiday's are here whether we want them to be or not....I was wondering if you have something special you put out every year...Something that really tells you Christmas is here....For me it's this beautiful little angel....She has stood watch over many family Christmases and was my parents first tree topper.....I confiscated this graceful lady many years ago and she sits in a corner shelf all year, but I know it's Christmas when I bring her out....Her silk is worn and her hair is a little tattered, but to me she is still beautiful and graceful and she let's me know, "It's that most wonderful time of year"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your special something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3775959800887371037?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3775959800887371037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3775959800887371037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3775959800887371037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3775959800887371037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-for-special-things.html' title='Tis The Season For Special Things..........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SxM9ihRCUWI/AAAAAAAABKw/Rfha6UJwzrE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-216848718072304046</id><published>2009-11-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:18:40.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy and Painful Blogging....</title><content type='html'>Today, I set in a drug filled haze...My dental insurance finally agreed that having a cracked wisdom tooth with an exposed nerve removed, was not.....COSMETIC......Can you believe this was even an argument......I have been suffering for over two months...Yesterday they surprised me with the "Let's just pull them all while were here", because of another being impacted....I will tell you, I am a number one fan of versed, fentanyl and a little diprivan tossed in for fun....However, I'm not about fun today....My face looks like a chipmunk and all I have managed to get down is a half a cup of applesauce.......And tomorrow is Thanksgiving....No feast for me, I'll do good to eat some mashed potatoes....So, for the next few days I'll sit/lay back and take my painkillers and know that the evil tooth that has been torturing me for months is gone....So to all of you,  I hope you have a great Thanksgiving... and eat a little extra for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-216848718072304046?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/216848718072304046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=216848718072304046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/216848718072304046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/216848718072304046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/hazy-and-painful-blogging.html' title='Hazy and Painful Blogging....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6837624184291601535</id><published>2009-11-18T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:59:25.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That..............</title><content type='html'>I have seven drafts saved that I've tried to post, and still I haven't been able to get anything out...Nothing inspires me anymore...It seems my mind is somewhere else..So many things have happened in the past six months and most of the time I walk around in a daze.....This is where it would be nice to live on a farm, I could at least have a picture of a cow to post....I could write about the drawer full of wrinkle creams I noticed this morning while putting on my make-up.... six different kinds...Everything from Oil of Olay to something I can't pronounce, but judging by my reflection, I should demand a refund....Or how I've just given up and let the squirrel's win (sometimes putting a little extra out just for them).....&lt;br /&gt;The three enormous trees are still laying in the creek, the county came out and took pictures but that was all...I guess they were serious when they said we would have to use our crane to get them out....However,we are the average two car family...Not two car and a crane family...So as far as I'm concerned, the eye sore can stay there....Maybe I'll plant some flowers around in the spring...Who knows.....&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and my parents are still without a place to live, they've finally gotten the help of an attorney...Hopefully one who wont be afraid of a major gas company....It's very sad to see them the way they are, the stress of it all has really taken it's toll...My Daddy was diagnosed with early stages Alzheimer's in the Spring, this has really caused his condition to worsen...Everything from getting lost while in the mountains....His Mountains....To forgetting a&lt;br /&gt;conversation between he and I a few days earlier...Reminders of things yet to come...I do wonder if there will be a day  when my  Daddy will look into my eyes and not see me....Hopefully this situation can get solved quickly and they can get back to some sort of a normal life...and the stress level for all of us can ease up...&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard to watch them destroy the home of my Grandparents and the place I grew up, but to have my parents somewhere safe and this mess over with,will be worth it....And hopefully ease the stress from all of us....&lt;br /&gt;Longing for happier days, but knowing they are ahead,&lt;br /&gt;The Queen of the Broken Palace......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6837624184291601535?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-6055204136812254203</id><published>2009-11-07T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:36:30.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hanging On.......</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful fall day and I spent it outside working in the yard....I was looking at some of my flowers that are still hanging on, despite the heavy frost we had the other night.....Thought I would share a few with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hydrangea bush has been blooming since early spring, and it's still full of flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492893094733586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SvX1Kv21ZxI/AAAAAAAABKo/_9QVev_3dGo/s320/R1-+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These adorable little Cosmos are still around, and how lucky was I to catch this little bee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492490193183970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SvX0zS7npOI/AAAAAAAABKg/rYJHgwlN9aQ/s320/R1-+3_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mums on my porch looked happy today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401490889847344818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SvXzWJLcDrI/AAAAAAAABKY/a1Cab9c0hvo/s320/102_0063_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this Mushroom I took especially for Andora....I thought of her when I saw it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401490026604634594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SvXyj5WVoeI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Dk6EGLeLVOo/s320/002_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-6055204136812254203?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6055204136812254203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=6055204136812254203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6055204136812254203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/6055204136812254203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-hanging-on.html' title='Still Hanging On.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SvX1Kv21ZxI/AAAAAAAABKo/_9QVev_3dGo/s72-c/R1-+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-3322401629214213167</id><published>2009-11-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:12:04.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain............</title><content type='html'>This has been a tough week for me...First thing Monday morning I started out at my dentist office....Some lady sitting in the waiting room looked over at me nervously said ,"Who's your doctor?, Mines so in so, I'm in here all the time"...And said it about that fast...I thought to myself, the chairs are comfortable and my dentist is young and attractive, but Mr. Brad Pitt himself could be drilling on a tooth and I wouldn't care if I had lipstick or deodorant on...and anyone who's that obsessed with their dentist needs more help than Jerry Springer, Oprah or any government facility can give them.....All I do know is, I went in for some nerve pain in a tooth...Three hours later, I come out with a filling and a crown and an appointment to see an Oral Surgeon........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'm suffering from bloggers block, brain freeze or brain dead, I might even blame it on the full moon, I'm not sure which one, like I said, such a odd week for me and for anyone reading this mess....I apologize..... I've been sitting and starring out into the crisp fall air contemplating life and all the things of my past that still haunt me....Every one of us has a few skeleton's in our closet... But not me, I am the proud owner of a small cemetery.....One day I'm gonna write a book, I promise you, it would be a best seller..Humor, Drama, Trauma, Heartwarming and all with a hint of sarcasm (Just like Little House on the Prairie, but with electricity)....No, on second thought nobody would buy a book from someone with a name like Angie Queen, I could always change it to Alexandra Steele, the lady from the weather channel....That's a great name...A mix between a author and a porn star......You see what fall does to me... Others enjoy the changing seasons and the beautiful colors with happiness...while I sit and have delusions of grandeur and wonder if it's to late in life for me to remarry someone with better dental insurance...After all, what's love when you have a impacted wisdom tooth and your dental insurance sucks... "Love is a many splendored thing", but pain will make insane.....It sounds like I'm already there.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-3322401629214213167?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3322401629214213167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=3322401629214213167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3322401629214213167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/3322401629214213167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html' title='Pain............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-1818606981200476829</id><published>2009-10-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:40:39.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable Halloween Treats.....</title><content type='html'>Goin go all Sandra Lee on ya!....Been in the kitchen with my daughter today, working on some treats for her to take to a Halloween party tonight...How cute are these little graves....So easy to make.. Little Debbie Swiss Rolls covered with chocolate frosting and rolled in oreo cookies....Then use a chocolate filled vanilla wafer cookie as the tombstone .........A chocolate lovers dream......... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398475187504504386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/Sus8lKf3XkI/AAAAAAAABJg/-UhJXeRqseY/s320/IMG00071-20091030-1434%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this mess here is the Kitty Litter Cake....Complete with kitty poo (melted tootsie rolls), white and german chocolate cakes with vanilla pudding....Smells wonderful, but looks horrible....And served in a litter box and scoop.......No Thanks on this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398474954591261346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/Sus8Xm1BUqI/AAAAAAAABJY/Ot70oyLgxho/s320/IMG00070-20091030-1433%5B1%5D.jpg" /&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/8204649138823481362-1818606981200476829?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1818606981200476829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=1818606981200476829' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1818606981200476829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/1818606981200476829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/adorable-halloween-treats.html' title='Adorable Halloween Treats.....'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/Sus8lKf3XkI/AAAAAAAABJg/-UhJXeRqseY/s72-c/IMG00071-20091030-1434%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-2914409735465934474</id><published>2009-10-27T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:29:04.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda, your a peach!........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SueCAHxrooI/AAAAAAAABH4/mMwS06hr0tw/s1600-h/102_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397425617025868418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SueCAHxrooI/AAAAAAAABH4/mMwS06hr0tw/s320/102_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blogger Buddies are the Best.........Today, I got a surprise in the mail from my wonderful friend Linda over at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LindainNCtoo&lt;/span&gt;....She sent me these great stamps for my peaches and apples....And I can't wait to use them.......Linda has a heart of gold and a talent to match....her cards surpass hallmark any day....And nothing beats her peanut butter pie recipe........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda, big hugs too you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-2914409735465934474?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2914409735465934474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=2914409735465934474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2914409735465934474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/2914409735465934474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/linda-your-peach.html' title='Linda, your a peach!........'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ7RWZXP-eY/SueCAHxrooI/AAAAAAAABH4/mMwS06hr0tw/s72-c/102_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-7591258644378724230</id><published>2009-10-25T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:18:36.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Rebel In Me Coming Out...............</title><content type='html'>So I'm on edge and stressed out, blah,blah,blah,blah....That's life, right? What's the saying, when life give you lemons, make lemonade...........Or in my case buy cupcakes.....and lots of them......After I left the court house, I received a very disturbing phone call from our daughter in law (our family is falling apart and I feel helpless)....I suffered a small mental break down after that and what happened next.... is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow I came how with twelve cupcakes a Dr.pepper and a pack of Virgina Slims .......I DON'T SMOKE!!!! Or drink carbonated beverages.... But in my mental state of mind and still wanting to look like a lady....I bought what I must have thought to be the most elegant and lady like cigarette.......Whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a teenager sneaking behind the bleachers at high school, I was on a high (cupcakes will do that to you)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, standing on the back porch starring at eight cupcakes (I finished off a few) , drinking a Dr.pepper with a $5.00 pack of cigarettes in my hand........ The only thing missing was the trailer park a pair of cutoffs and 5 kids hanging around my legs (cue the theme from Cops)........I was in mid puff when the back door opened.....My husband was home.........I couldn't eat the cigarette, and I had cupcakes spread out everywhere........It was a smorgasbord.......He looked at me in disbelief, almost as if he was afraid and slowly asked, "Whats going on?".......I tried to think of something cleaver but all I got out was, " What's it look like?"......He then asked me, "Why are you smoking?".....I looked up at him and said, "Because no one was selling crack at the convenience store"....He looked over at me, rubbed his head and said, " No, but I see they were having a special on cupcakes".....................Turned around and walked back inside......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-7591258644378724230?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7591258644378724230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=7591258644378724230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7591258644378724230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/7591258644378724230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-rebel-in-me-coming-out_25.html' title='It&apos;s The Rebel In Me Coming Out...............'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8204649138823481362.post-8074582552807848298</id><published>2009-10-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:53:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Blogging Better Than Zanax?.......Not Today.......</title><content type='html'>First off, let me start by saying my Father in law (the 91 year old miracle man) is at home recovery wonderfully.......Thank you all for every prayer, thought and kind comment that was made.....My youngest brother follows up with a new cardiologist today, and will go from there....The mess in the mountains with my parents is still a NASTY MESS!!!! So much emotional damage has been done to my parents, I almost wish the slide would have taken everything away...Because now, they have to see so many things that they worked for damaged or ruining in black mold, mildew and mud.......And so far not much help from the company responsible.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say, my stress level is at a all time high....And I deal with stress like I deal with a dirty house....Wide open and full speed ahead.....This week I have decided a few things....1.)If any of your children have gray hair,  they shouldn't be allowed to move back home(What's the age limit)...2.) The state of Georgia doesn't grant divorces from your family....3.)If trees fall on your property because of flooding and damns up the creek, and you are left with the choice of going to the county court house for help, or shooting off your foot..........Buy a gun............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with both of our parents, we are having stressful issues with our family in other areas also.......................I'M ON EDGE PEOPLE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of everything else, we had three enormous trees fall that had been weakened from the flooding and the rain (To much erosion). Thank God they didn't fall on any ones house or anybody, what they did do was destroy our neighbors new fence......And the roots from three giant white oaks are now resting quietly in the creek bed..........FYI. When this happens, there is no number in the phone book for this problem....You have to go to the court house................I spent an hour and a half jumping through hoops and finally ended up in an office no bigger than my bathroom....Staring directly at Jan and Marsha Brady..............Who looked at me like I was an inconvenience to them and all mankind.....The first young lady was blowing bubbles with her gum when she looked at me a said, "Do you need something"?..After telling my tree story for the tenth time and explaining that the roots were damning up the creek that runs along our property and I was afraid of flooding....All of the sudden little miss homecoming queen raises up her hand in my face and says......."You don't own the creek lady, the county does, Do you understand?"............After my head did a 360 degree turn, and I asked the Lord to forgive me for anything I was about to say............I looked at her and said, " I don't care who owns the creek, I am just here to tell you that it's going to cause major flooding for the people above us, and we cant remove it".....Again, I get the "county owns the creek story".....I'm still trying to be nice......She looks at me and says, "Don't you have a wheel barrel"..........WOW! Guess who's going be employee of the month!...................At that moment, her partner in crime who was sitting beside her filing her nails, looks over at her and said, "What does she need".............I had had enough..........I looked at her and said, " Lady, there is no wall between the two of you and I'm pretty sure that you've heard this entire conversation...I will not be repeating it".........She put down her nail file and said, "Oh, the county wont help you remove anything from that creek, you'll have to use a crane"...........My reply......."Well, I don't know about you....BUT WE DON'T HAVE A CRANE!!!!!......And all I wanted was to let you people know that the creek was damned up so my neighbors wouldn't get flooded......As as far as I'm concerned, I'll be coming back after the next heavy rains for a building permit, to build a boat dock to go with our new lake"...............They took our information......Someone from the county came this morning and took pictures of the trees ..........The next time I  go back to the county complex........It will be as a prisoner.......&lt;br /&gt;By the way...I don't have any zanax, so if anyone is doing a fall festival zanax giveaway........SIGN ME UP!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204649138823481362-8074582552807848298?l=goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8074582552807848298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8204649138823481362&amp;postID=8074582552807848298' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8074582552807848298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8204649138823481362/posts/default/8074582552807848298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtobeaqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-blogging-better-than-zanaxnot-today.html' title='Is Blogging Better Than Zanax?.......Not Today.......'/><author><name>Good to be a Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03207010214327089821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQnWYXje9Go/TxTQ6f8hkZI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jk6MKBYpUGs/s220/imagesCA87UKJO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
