<?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-7055639864495846080</id><updated>2012-01-31T06:24:53.550-06:00</updated><category term='Just for Fun'/><category term='Husband'/><category term='Working'/><category term='Ode to Ms. Cheap'/><category term='My Mom&apos;s Fight'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='In The News'/><category term='Check It Out'/><category term='He Speaks'/><category term='Created by Diana'/><category term='Day Trip'/><category term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Get Fit'/><category term='Greiving'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Fabulous Food'/><category term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><category term='House Work'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Good Tunes'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>The Cook Book</title><subtitle type='html'>. . . a collection of the ingredients and steps that make the Cook Family all mixed up for your enjoyment . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>576</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3910953910749855475</id><published>2011-07-22T09:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:38:09.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy 90th Birthday to my Wonderful Grandfather!</title><content type='html'>Here's an article from &lt;a href="http://www.foxbororeporter.com/"&gt;The Foxboro Report&lt;/a&gt; about my "Papa Bridgham", who just celebrated his 90th birthday! Sure wish I was there, but so happy my family was able to get together and celebrate the patriarch in our Bridgham family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1iyP5XYnLw/TimITQFmM5I/AAAAAAAADIU/K_yRk80k0Ng/s1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 79px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632182673320850322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1iyP5XYnLw/TimITQFmM5I/AAAAAAAADIU/K_yRk80k0Ng/s320/fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninety years young &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family, friends celebrate as Charlie Bridgham still going strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Christine Igo Freeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Published: Thursday, July 21, 2011 9:04 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zySjUjkdmLA/TimHUjDXIjI/AAAAAAAADIM/42NJ0Pv7v5Q/s1600/pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632181596079989298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zySjUjkdmLA/TimHUjDXIjI/AAAAAAAADIM/42NJ0Pv7v5Q/s320/pop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie Bridgham, center, celebrates his 90th birthday at his former home -- now his daughter Judy’s home at 4 Mill Street -- surrounded by his children, from left: son Gary Bridgham of East Machias, Maine; daughter Judy Fraher of Foxboro; son Eric Bridgham of West Bridgewater; daughter Donna Kemp of Rockland; and daughter Janis Eastwood of Sarasota, Fla. More than 100 guests of all ages joined Charlie for a big party. (Photo by Christine Igo Freeman&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you give a man for his 90th birthday? If the man is Charlie Bridgham and you are one of his five children, you plan a backyard party for over 100 guests to delight him with their "presence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just what happened last Saturday afternoon at 4 Mill Street. With tunes such as "Moonlight Serenade" by the Glenn Miller Orchestra and songs by Frank Sinatra filling the hot, summer air; family and friends of all ages celebrated Charlie Bridgham's latest milestone in nine decades of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a man who founded a judo school, started skiing when he was in his 70s and exercises at least five days a week, this World War II Veteran claims, "I should have something else to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, despite a heart attack in May of 2010 and knee surgery five years ago, Bridgham continues to keep moving. In fact, he worked out at his judo school the morning of his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Henry Bridgham was born on July 20, 1921 in Vermont. He is the youngest of four children and the only boy. He found his way to Foxboro after serving in World War II as a B17 crew chief navigator, drawing maps and flying over Africa. His parents and sister Thelma had moved to Foxboro, so after the war, he came here to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So began his life as a citizen of our small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know at the time, but there was someone else waiting for him in Foxboro besides his immediate family. The classic story of the girl next door with a slight twist, Jane Dodge was actually the girl across Mechanic Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with a dashing black and white framed photo of Bridgham in his pilot's uniform. Jane Dodge first noticed that photo on the neighbor's piano when she was 14 years old and rumor has it there were often lipstick marks on the glass. When the man in the photo arrived in Foxboro, the two met and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple raised their five children in Foxboro moving to different houses over the years. There are three daughters -- Donna Kemp, Judy Fraher and Janice Eastwood -- and two sons, Gary and Eric Bridgham. The house on Mill Street where last Saturday's party was held now belongs to daughter Judy, who bought it from brother Eric, who bought it from his parents. The house, as Eric ,explains, "has become the family homestead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when Charlie and Jane bought the house on Mill Street in 1979, the Curry family lived next door. The Bridgham's and Curry's are cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Charlie was approximately 40 years old, he began taking judo lessons at the Attleboro YMCA. Since that time, he has inspired several of his children to also take judo and even founded his own judo school at the old Pratt School in East Foxboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 35 years, San Machi has been home to the Foxboro Judo Club. Currently the club has several Senseis including Bridgham and Bob Anton who runs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party were some of Bridgham's former judo students including Sara Jobin and her brother Andy Jobin. Sara started taking lessons first, but when she came home after judo class and started flipping her brother around the house, Andy quickly decided he better start taking lessons too. According to Sara, "He [Charlie] taught us so much more than judo. He taught us how to behave, be respectful and be a good person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al and Bill Rollins are two of Bridgham's nephews. Both shared several memories of their Uncle Charlie. Al Rollins remembers how as a boy he always liked planes and when his Uncle Charlie returned home, they both joined the Civil Air Patrol. Bill Rollins adds, "My uncle is a combination of Clark Kent and Harrison Ford. Mild-mannered on the surface with lots of adventure underneath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both talked about their uncle the golfer. Al explains, "Uncle Charlie plays golf too. He says he doesn't lose the balls anymore because they don't go far enough and if he does hit a ball too far, it's no good because then he can't see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al still lives in New England up in Vermont, the state where his uncle and mother were born. Bill lives out on the west coast in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Bridgham has been without his wife for 20 years. They were married for more than 40 years before her death. He now enjoys sharing his life with a close friend, Ann Parlato, who he met at a family wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of family, Bridgham has five children, eleven grandchildren, four great grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of his many guests told him he looked wonderful, Bridgham responded with a smile, "I am wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.foxbororeporter.com/articles/2011/07/22/features/9910923.txt"&gt;http://www.foxbororeporter.com/articles/2011/07/22/features/9910923.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3910953910749855475?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3910953910749855475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3910953910749855475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3910953910749855475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3910953910749855475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-90th-birthday-to-my-wonderful.html' title='Happy 90th Birthday to my Wonderful Grandfather!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1iyP5XYnLw/TimITQFmM5I/AAAAAAAADIU/K_yRk80k0Ng/s72-c/fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1262539485643634171</id><published>2011-07-08T12:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:45:32.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me "Unimom"</title><content type='html'>I don't know how shes does it, did it, or will continue to do it, but that Octomom is something else! Ann Curry conducted an interview with Nadya Suleman this morning on &lt;a href="http://www.today.com/"&gt;The Today Show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e323/gabemelton/octomom.jpg?t=1241987122" /&gt; Oh.my.word. The whole ordeal stressed me out completely . . . and I was just viewing it through a television screen! Kids running every which way, getting into things, almost getting hurt, nearly knocking sets over, etc. . . Can't fathom the mayhem actually taking place live in Studio 1A. Ann, as usual, handled it all so very well. The Octomom, well, I'm still not sure she's right in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did look pretty well put together. Those cameras can do some cool things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think having many, many children is a bad thing, necessarily. The Duggars, for instance, seem to pull it off pretty well. But it surely not for everyone and a single mom, who is unable to provide for them, that got herself willingly into this situation . . . Ummm, yeah. I'll refrain from my spiel on only having children you can afford. *zip the lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, another thing, why are we calling her Octomom when she has 14 children?!?! 14!! Shouldn't she be the &lt;em&gt;quattuordecmom&lt;/em&gt;? Oh people. They sure do make this world a very interesting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you want to catch the craziness for yourself . . . here it is. Enjoy. Or scream. Pull your hair out. Take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032633/"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032633/&lt;/a&gt; as the embed code is not posting correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly keep my title, &lt;strong&gt;Unimom&lt;/strong&gt;! Love my one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254867_10150279240935763_623915762_9685741_5745933_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1262539485643634171?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1262539485643634171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1262539485643634171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1262539485643634171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1262539485643634171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.html' title='Just Call Me &quot;Unimom&quot;'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8994559569154767722</id><published>2011-06-22T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:51:58.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>Blueberry - Blueberry - Blueberry Pie</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things about being in Maine, besides spending time with my family, enjoying the cooler temps, having no set schedule, the smell of the ocean breeze, delicious seafood . . . sorry, getting carried away . . . is baking with Maine blueberries. So much better than the high-bush, big berries you find in the supermarkets in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight's culinary choice: Blueberry Pie. Oh, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScWPc4LSmDQ/TgNAvNOBqOI/AAAAAAAADHA/M2TENzfIWAA/s1600/blueberry%2Bpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621407939635030242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScWPc4LSmDQ/TgNAvNOBqOI/AAAAAAAADHA/M2TENzfIWAA/s320/blueberry%2Bpie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favorite things about being back home in Tennessee . . . not eating so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8994559569154767722?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8994559569154767722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8994559569154767722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8994559569154767722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8994559569154767722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/06/blueberry-pie.html' title='Blueberry - Blueberry - Blueberry Pie'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScWPc4LSmDQ/TgNAvNOBqOI/AAAAAAAADHA/M2TENzfIWAA/s72-c/blueberry%2Bpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7914478702502877974</id><published>2011-05-21T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:02:01.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Fit'/><title type='text'>Charity's 1st Race</title><content type='html'>After all the excitement around our home following Dave and I completing the Country Music 1/2 Marathon, Charity, as the only child she is, was feeling slightly left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: have her complete her own race. So, I found this cool little 5K (&lt;a href="http://www.elliesrun.org/"&gt;Ellie's Run for Africa&lt;/a&gt;) for us to do together. It worked out perfectly as Dave had to work, so we didn't really have a lot going on this Saturday. The money goes for a great cause and the entire event was very well done, geared toward family fun. We'll probably do it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity seemed to enjoy herself, getting a little tired and somewhat distracted, but enjoyed "passing" people. Though that didn't last long when she'd stray off the course to catch cicadas! They'd soon pass her and be way ahead as I tried to keep her on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she completed it and even beat her mom by 3 seconds! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Grp Place - O'All - Bib # - Sex Place - Name - Age - Gun Time - Chip Time - Pace&lt;br /&gt;10 . . . . . . . . . . . . 361 . . 523 . . . . 189 . . . . . Charity . 7 . 44:01 . . . . 43:10 . . . . 13:56 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 . . . . . . . . . . . . 362 . . 522 . . . . 190 . . . . . Diana . 32 . 44:04 . . . . 43:14 . . . . 13:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had a photo booth! Here we are:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZwBvBQMDjw/TeUyGexbqBI/AAAAAAAADGw/dcxO--HeAg0/s1600/Ellies-Run-0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZwBvBQMDjw/TeUyGexbqBI/AAAAAAAADGw/dcxO--HeAg0/s1600/Ellies-Run-0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612947597508192274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZwBvBQMDjw/TeUyGexbqBI/AAAAAAAADGw/dcxO--HeAg0/s320/Ellies-Run-0253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So proud of my little monkey, her willingness to do this and persistence to keep going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7914478702502877974?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7914478702502877974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7914478702502877974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7914478702502877974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7914478702502877974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/charitys-1st-race.html' title='Charity&apos;s 1st Race'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZwBvBQMDjw/TeUyGexbqBI/AAAAAAAADGw/dcxO--HeAg0/s72-c/Ellies-Run-0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5646488979536014240</id><published>2011-05-14T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:09:59.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my amazing Mother!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a51334d6a4d794e7a633d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a51334d6a4d794e7a633d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5646488979536014240?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5646488979536014240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5646488979536014240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5646488979536014240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5646488979536014240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-to-amazing-mother.html' title='Happy Birthday to my amazing Mother!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4857299948239472248</id><published>2011-03-19T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:03:29.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Sleepover Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Charity had her friend, Clata, over last night. Their class is doing the "Flat Stanley " thing over Spring Break, so it made it for double the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQMqSOdoLQ/TYZMx6S4eSI/AAAAAAAADGI/OQly855Gh4Y/s1600/March2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQMqSOdoLQ/TYZMx6S4eSI/AAAAAAAADGI/OQly855Gh4Y/s320/March2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original plan was to go bowling, but it was such a beautiful evening (and without ANY resistance) we convinced the girls to go to park, where we stayed until dark . . . and then, of course, onto &lt;a href="http://sweetceces.com/"&gt;Sweet Cece's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7VZsdZW4uk/TYZNUCNi13I/AAAAAAAADGQ/HNuCU55KkJM/s1600/March3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237394386081650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7VZsdZW4uk/TYZNUCNi13I/AAAAAAAADGQ/HNuCU55KkJM/s320/March3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;All went well and I think both girls really enjoyed themselves. I actually thought they even got some sleep . . . until Charity voluntarily decided on a 3-hour nap this afternoon. Guess that's party of a sleepover, too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4857299948239472248?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4857299948239472248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4857299948239472248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4857299948239472248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4857299948239472248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepover-fun.html' title='Sleepover Fun!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQMqSOdoLQ/TYZMx6S4eSI/AAAAAAAADGI/OQly855Gh4Y/s72-c/March2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-128448502612392944</id><published>2011-03-15T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:31:13.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick’s Day from We Three Cooks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZV_7HkIjI/AAAAAAAADGc/wdn7b73qTPU/s1600-h/DSC00163%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00163" border="0" alt="DSC00163" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZWAYa_ZkI/AAAAAAAADGg/KRm0OMQX-G8/DSC00163_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have a dear lil’, or should I say, flat friend here celebrating this lucky day with us! Hope he likes Shepard’s Pie, Green Sprite and mint chocolate-chip ice cream, because that’s what’s on the menu. We’re celebrating a little early, because Daddy will be busy Thursday evening and he’s doing the cooking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope your St. Patty’s day is blessed . . . I leave you with this little Irish prayer I came across today:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Cataneo BT"&gt;May those who love us, love us;     &lt;br /&gt;and those who don't love us,      &lt;br /&gt;may God turn their hearts;      &lt;br /&gt;and if He doesn't turn their hearts,      &lt;br /&gt;may he turn their ankles      &lt;br /&gt;so we'll know them by their limping.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-128448502612392944?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/128448502612392944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=128448502612392944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/128448502612392944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/128448502612392944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day-from-we-three.html' title='Happy St. Patrick’s Day from We Three Cooks!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZWAYa_ZkI/AAAAAAAADGg/KRm0OMQX-G8/s72-c/DSC00163_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2356951003011349624</id><published>2011-03-08T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:08:53.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Skype . . . iPhone Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have officially figured out how to Skype on the my iPhone! Yay, me!! I’m a little slow. So here’s hoping this will open more opportunities to Skype with Nana, we hope. Maybe if they create App that adds more hours to your day, that might help. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZe0D52aII/AAAAAAAADGo/qqAfGnv8GWI/s1600-h/IMG_0909%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0909" border="0" alt="IMG_0909" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZe1A2hNwI/AAAAAAAADGs/-4kbkbuPCwE/IMG_0909_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And, . . . okay, so now, just maybe, I take back a couple of the mean things I have said about this crazy little Apple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2356951003011349624?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2356951003011349624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2356951003011349624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2356951003011349624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2356951003011349624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/skype-iphone-style.html' title='Skype . . . iPhone Style!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TYZe1A2hNwI/AAAAAAAADGs/-4kbkbuPCwE/s72-c/IMG_0909_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6026732900929849357</id><published>2011-03-07T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:33:33.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><title type='text'>I Really Do Learn Something New [Almost] Everyday</title><content type='html'>So neat to learn today I can blog from my phone!! I like to think this is going to change my blogging-life as I know it, but I'm still missing one thing . . . time! &lt;p&gt;But in the mean, I sure hope this results in at least a few more entries of family milestones and memories, more (though poor quality) pictures and additional random babblings. Be warned . . . but not too scared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6026732900929849357?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6026732900929849357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6026732900929849357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6026732900929849357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6026732900929849357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-neat-to-learn-today-i-can-blog-from.html' title='I Really Do Learn Something New [Almost] Everyday'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-475906584500941204</id><published>2011-03-04T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:13:17.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>My 2011 *dream* Easter Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, if I could justify spending $400 on an Easter Dress, this would &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; be my dress this Easter. It makes me so happy. :) Rainbows rock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="'kate" src="http://images.bloomingdales.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/1151067_fpx.tif?wid=325&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=sharp2&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" width="286" height="319" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weeeeeeee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ksp.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pKSLCI1-9312707_kspr02_v275.jpg" width="286" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-475906584500941204?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/475906584500941204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=475906584500941204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/475906584500941204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/475906584500941204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-2011-dream-easter-dress.html' title='My 2011 *dream* Easter Dress'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6233605150244041298</id><published>2011-02-19T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:19:47.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Overnight Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maxflight.com/images/clients/adventure_science_center.jpg" width="190" height="93" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh little, Charity. I miss you so. You spent last night with your Girl Scout Troop at the Adventure Science Center. We’re about an hour away for when we pick you up. I &lt;strong&gt;can’t wait&lt;/strong&gt; to see you and hear about all the fun you had!! You seem to enjoy sleeping over, such a different girl than the one that I had to struggle to drop off at Kindergarten almost daily. I’m so proud of how big you’ve become, so quickly. So wish I was better at blogging it. But I love you, know that. I’m sure today you’ll be overtired and cranky, but that’s all part of sleepover “fun”. A nap will definitely be in order . . . and maybe mom can blog about all the fun you had! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6233605150244041298?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6233605150244041298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6233605150244041298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6233605150244041298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6233605150244041298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/overnight-adventure.html' title='Overnight Adventure'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-320783470513356000</id><published>2011-02-17T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:15:44.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>The Only 10 Things More Popular Than Facebook</title><content type='html'>Yep, pretty neat little article. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/the-only-10-things-more-popular-than-facebook-2011-2"&gt;The Only 10 Things More Popular Than Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-320783470513356000?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/320783470513356000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=320783470513356000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/320783470513356000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/320783470513356000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-10-things-more-popular-than.html' title='The Only 10 Things More Popular Than Facebook'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7412511481674857802</id><published>2011-02-06T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:24:29.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>My Favorite 2011 Super Bowl Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R55e-uHQna0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7412511481674857802?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7412511481674857802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7412511481674857802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7412511481674857802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7412511481674857802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-favorite-2011-super-bowl-commercial.html' title='My Favorite 2011 Super Bowl Commercial'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R55e-uHQna0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3312273217500628975</id><published>2011-01-20T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:33:43.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>Stopping By</title><content type='html'>Awwww, January 20 . . . 1st day here of the new year. Yep, I'm a real serious blogger. Not. Man. Someday. And so much of precious, sweet Charity's life is flying by and she does the cutest things. Life's not too bad. We miss Gramma. 2nd grade is half over. We're having a very snowy winter. Fashion is lovely. And I miss blogging it all. Going to try and get the mobile thing set up once and for all. I can do it! If not . . . well, until next month, right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3312273217500628975?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3312273217500628975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3312273217500628975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3312273217500628975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3312273217500628975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/01/stopping-by.html' title='Stopping By'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1867726644028406888</id><published>2011-01-14T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:48:23.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Love, love, love the new year of kate spade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: garamond, new york, times, serif; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;This just makes me think it's going to GOOD year!! Falling in love with kate spade all over again, not sure how I got away from her amazing style. YAY for color all year long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 44px" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.ed4.net/ksp/images/ksp_20110113_colorfully/live_colorfully_email_01.gif" width="717" height="105" usemap="#main_nav" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TTifYp_HvqI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tWnHV9PCJ_U/s1600/live_colorfully_email_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564372585552527010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TTifYp_HvqI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tWnHV9PCJ_U/s400/live_colorfully_email_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1867726644028406888?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1867726644028406888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1867726644028406888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1867726644028406888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1867726644028406888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-love-love-new-year-of-kate-spade.html' title='Love, love, love the new year of kate spade!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TTifYp_HvqI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tWnHV9PCJ_U/s72-c/live_colorfully_email_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1105709767992215964</id><published>2010-12-02T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:19:25.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Today Show goes Viral!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Charity and I enjoyed watching this so much this morning. Fun! Now I just want to work for "The Today Show"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="msnbc47f0d9" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11112"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="6482"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc47f0d9" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=40220223&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1105709767992215964?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1105709767992215964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1105709767992215964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1105709767992215964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1105709767992215964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-show-goes-viral.html' title='Today Show goes Viral!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7361893150714901840</id><published>2010-11-18T13:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:58:19.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ode to Ms. Cheap'/><title type='text'>Getting In the Spirit</title><content type='html'>Well, I had good intentions of doing &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;family pictures this year, the kind someone else actually takes. - Though I must admit over the years, Gramma has done a really good job capturing the three of us for our annual Christmas card. - But, you know, the real deal: making an appointment, setting the location, outfit changes, different backgronds and poses, etc. . . . all that fun stuff. And although Dave's always been so hesitant about the whole "family photo" process, I think after the 50 pounds he's shed over this past year I probably could have talk him into it . . . finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in the middle of November . . . and, ummm, I guess it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what can you do? Moving on with Plan B, which I actually have. (I don't get my hopes up about actually ever having family pictures done. That's happened ONCE in our 13 years of marriage!) Last year, I just happened to capture an amazing picture of Charity in front of our lit-tree. Don't know how it happened, everything was perfect, for once. It probably won't happen again ever, so I guess I better do something special with this extra-special shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this picture would make a great photo card, but I never dreamed &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly &lt;/a&gt;would have exactly the card I had pictured in my head when I saw the picture. Amazing! I'm so excited to order them and even more excited to send them out! And I think this is going to work out better than Plan A. Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got lots of designs to choose from. You should take a look:&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas Cards: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday Cards: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Photo Cards: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're there, you can cross some gifts off your list. You know Santa uses Shutterfly! *&lt;]:o{)}&lt;br /&gt;- Personalized Photo Mug: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts/photo-mugs"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts/photo-mugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wall Calendars: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What says "Merry Christmas" more than free? Here's a little bonus to get you started and in the Holiday spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloggers get 50 free holiday cards from Shutterfly… sign up: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/sfly2010"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://bit.ly/sfly2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7361893150714901840?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7361893150714901840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7361893150714901840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7361893150714901840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7361893150714901840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-in-spirit.html' title='Getting In the Spirit'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6297103815485183657</id><published>2010-11-02T10:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:53:59.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><title type='text'>Ready for 2011!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my lovely life. And it's Monday. Figures. They're always the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda' hoping in the back of my mind that this month, November, was going to be better than the last couple. Been a little rough. September was awful. Then October my BlackBerry crashed causing me enormous headache and trouble that I'm still dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, November 1st. I think surely things have to get better. Ha! That would be way too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity and I leave her $133 dentist appointment only to have to return in a few days for her to get either a couple-hundred-dollar-filling or a $410 crown, they don't know which. They won't know until they get "in" there. Ok. We'll figure that out. We have dental insurance, it's just the dentist we are currently going to does not accept our insurance. Must switch dentist. Must figure out soon. Still stress. Will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hop in the car to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAvzcueYpI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VXjXcVAiiRo/s1600/1101001630a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534976502969295506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAvzcueYpI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VXjXcVAiiRo/s200/1101001630a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the lovely check engine light on. In the car we just got back from the $1300 shop visit. Oh, lovely. Did I mention how great life's going currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's bound to get better . . . or worse. Either or, we'll deal with it and move on, because that's life and that's just what you do. However, here's hoping 2011 is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6297103815485183657?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6297103815485183657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6297103815485183657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6297103815485183657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6297103815485183657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/ready-for-2011.html' title='Ready for 2011!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAvzcueYpI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VXjXcVAiiRo/s72-c/1101001630a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-91819352786076809</id><published>2010-10-31T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:59:06.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Hard Halloween</title><content type='html'>We really did have a great day. Church this am and then Trunk-or-Treat tonight. Then Charity and Daddy decided to go around the neighborhood while I passed out treats back at home. It was a busy day, but we did it. Charity was a purple crayon and I was a sheet of white paper. We even squeezed Skyping Nana and Grampa in there so they could (sorta') see our costumes (bad web cam). Hopefully I can get some pictures up??? I've been blogging, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good, with the pics and all. So maybe. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Charity and I spend what seemed like forever washing our hair of the dyes, we were changing into our jammies, ready to head downstairs and enjoy her bounty, when it hit her. Weird. You just never know. I can kind of just tell when it's going to happen. She walked in my room in Gramma's nightgown that she has inherited. She said, "I miss Gramma. I took my picture frame off my shelf. (A picture of her and grandma.) I kissed her. I know it's not really her. But, . . . " And that's all she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it broke my heart. I burst and she just let me hug her and squeeze her tight and cry on her shoulder. She's become such a strong little girl over the last month. I told her, like I always do, it's okay to cry. "I know, Mom. I just can't." I know. I understand. After a few minutes, I said we need to go downstairs and get some candy, trying to gather myself and cheer her up. She replied, "No." and just kept hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was missing Gramma all day. The squeal of joy she would have let out upon seeing Charity in her costume. Picking through all the candy and giving Gramma the Dots, they're her favorite. The praise for our creativity. Reminding Charity to brush her teeth after every piece of candy. Just being able to spend another holiday with those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on Halloween, though not my favorite holiday, we miss Gramma. But I guess that makes perfect sense, because we miss her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, . . . &lt;em&gt;Happy Halloween, Gramma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-91819352786076809?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/91819352786076809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=91819352786076809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/91819352786076809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/91819352786076809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/hard-halloween.html' title='Hard Halloween'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7191670786059358666</id><published>2010-10-27T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:49:55.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>1st Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today it's been a month. A month without Gramm. But a month that Gramma's been with Jesus, healed, pain-free. And while, Dave and I were chatting, we feel like the month has been very busy, it feels like an eternity since she's been gone. Most days a struggle, hard to get through, but we do it, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried and morned, but the neatest thing happened today. Somehow Charity got on the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAy_Jau6bI/AAAAAAAAC_E/KfXRZyPvnQI/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534980002479532466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAy_Jau6bI/AAAAAAAAC_E/KfXRZyPvnQI/s200/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;subject of what happens to babies when they die. And that's when we remembered about the child Gramma had before Dave that she had lost prematurely. She had said she was looking forward to meeting this child in heaven one day. It was weird because we had never really remember this until today. She has finally met her first child!! This little thought blessed us so, gave a peace in our hearts on this grievous day. It's just like the Lord to do that. He is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramma, hope you've had a good month with Jesus. We're so happy you met your little angel. How special! I like to think it was a girl, but I don't know. Now you do. God's ways are so good, we do not understand them, but press forward with Him. You life has thought us that is what's best. And we're looking forward to the day when we're all together. Every one of us in our heavenly home as one big, happy family. Love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7191670786059358666?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7191670786059358666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7191670786059358666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7191670786059358666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7191670786059358666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-month-anniversary.html' title='1st Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TNAy_Jau6bI/AAAAAAAAC_E/KfXRZyPvnQI/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1354832721398068022</id><published>2010-10-23T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:04:41.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Charity's New Favorite Commercial</title><content type='html'>This week at Grumpy and Meme's house, we all had to cease our conversations and be quiet every time this commercial came on. Charity is loving it. I guess it is pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5s1QNfXGn4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5s1QNfXGn4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1354832721398068022?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1354832721398068022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1354832721398068022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1354832721398068022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1354832721398068022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/charitys-new-favorite-commercial.html' title='Charity&apos;s New Favorite Commercial'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8747442225513821844</id><published>2010-10-18T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:01:51.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>Good-bye, Gramma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TM11ROwm0-I/AAAAAAAAC-s/0A_7TMkBNp4/s1600-h/DSC07814%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07814" border="0" alt="DSC07814" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TMwcnceIKsI/AAAAAAAAC-0/88rtqNg1m_s/DSC07814_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" height="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today’s the day, we said our “final” good-bye to Gramma. It was a very short, just family, not a big deal affair, just what she wanted, at the location she chose. The same beach her husband was scattered at. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sun shone bright as we walked as a family, all 8 of us, to find a quite spot on Coast Guard beach. When we spotted a seal, we decided that was a “sign”, so we decided that would be the location. Dave did well, we both hung in there, and Charity ran frolicking all over the beach . . . just what Gramma would have wanted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Such a final process. Such a hard day. Being with family was nice. But Saturday we fly back to Nashville and we’re just dreading that empty house. Gramma’s always there when we get back from our trips away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, as we were headed back to Westfield from the Cape we passed a billboard in this very left-winged, blue non-Bible Belt state:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. &lt;strong&gt;God is faithful&lt;/strong&gt;, and He will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing He will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you, God!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8747442225513821844?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8747442225513821844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8747442225513821844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8747442225513821844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8747442225513821844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-bye-gramma.html' title='Good-bye, Gramma.'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TMwcnceIKsI/AAAAAAAAC-0/88rtqNg1m_s/s72-c/DSC07814_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3142477140792186421</id><published>2010-10-17T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:43:43.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>6 Coventry Place, Sandwich, MA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today we took “Gramma” by her old house today. Thought we’d show Charity were Gramma lived for many of the years of her life and where we used to come and visit her often. A special time for Charity and I, though she doesn’t remember it, is when she and I came and stayed a week with Gramma after her husband passed away. It was March, but we got the stroller out and would take walks each day and keep Gramma company as she prepared for another chapter in her life, moving up to Maine with us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TLvCZdrcKMI/AAAAAAAAC90/IBhabwYaJ0I/s1600-h/DSC07734%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07734" border="0" alt="DSC07734" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TLvCaC_bmYI/AAAAAAAAC94/QAGiaf3zqiw/DSC07734_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" height="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here it is, Gramma. Awful, isn’t it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TLvCavZKicI/AAAAAAAAC98/CzDvC8yIgCA/s1600-h/DSC07736%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07736" border="0" alt="DSC07736" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TLvCa6GiiLI/AAAAAAAAC-A/bKL2B2NSGXw/DSC07736_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This house used to be a cute little cape, before she sold it in 2004. If I were at home, I’d show the before and after pictures. We knew they had plans of making it a two story home. But it looked just hideous, with cars being worked on in the driveway, junk all around, complete with a gentleman bent over working on an engine . . . much needing to pull up his pants. Yikes. And my reason for not getting a real great picture. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that made it a little easier to move on from there.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But it’s hard being on the Cape. The place Gramma lived and loved. She loved the Tennessee weather, but missed the ocean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We drove down to Coast Guard beach, where she is to be scattered. The ocean just has this thing, it’s very emotional. Dave and I have both agreed this is going to be a lot harder than we thought. So after we found a hotel and got some dinner this evening, we went and got ourselves some tissues for tomorrow . . . because, we know we’re going to need them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3142477140792186421?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3142477140792186421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3142477140792186421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3142477140792186421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3142477140792186421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-coventry-place-sandwich-ma.html' title='6 Coventry Place, Sandwich, MA'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TLvCaC_bmYI/AAAAAAAAC94/QAGiaf3zqiw/s72-c/DSC07734_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5321964689292956991</id><published>2010-10-11T21:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:59:55.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2409/213/59/623915762/n623915762_2623831_7362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2409/213/59/623915762/n623915762_2623831_7362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a little melt down today . . . saw a white-haired lady walking out of Pizza Hut holding hands will a bouncy little girl dressed in pink from her rubber rain boots to the tippy top of her umbrella. Made me miss Gramma, and for Charity. :( Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall things are getting better. When my mind thinks of Gramma, it is starting to adjust. I don't have the gut-wrenching pain in my chest like it just happened when she comes to my mind. But instead my brain tells me, it's okay, Diana. She's not here, she's happy with Jesus. It still hurts, but we're making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still miss you so, Gramma! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5321964689292956991?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5321964689292956991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5321964689292956991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5321964689292956991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5321964689292956991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/grandma-i.html' title='Grandma &amp; I'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8991213942880043871</id><published>2010-10-06T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:25:13.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><title type='text'>One Day Closer</title><content type='html'>I've finally figured it out. It doesn't get easier. The sting is still there, but we are able to make it through another day because we know that brings us one day closer to being together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I were chatting with Charity and told her Jesus knows the very day each of us will get to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma always kept calendars for Charity when an important day was coming up so she could cross off the days that went by and keep track of the "how long . . .". I told Charity I think Gramma's keeping a calendar of "Days until Charity (Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy) gets to Heaven". Each day she crosses off another block. We explained to Charity how a day in Heaven is like a year here on Earth, so it would be going by much faster for Gramma, like when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for us, we'll hang in there another day, for Gramma she'll enjoy rejoicing another day. But that just makes us one day closer to being together again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8991213942880043871?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8991213942880043871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8991213942880043871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8991213942880043871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8991213942880043871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-closer.html' title='One Day Closer'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4022342736018533764</id><published>2010-10-04T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:10:01.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Adjustments</title><content type='html'>It's been a week. A very long week. But thank the Lord we've made it through a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramma, I think we've figured out a morning schedule that will work for the 3 of us. You're right. Charity eats more in front of the TV, so we've moved the sofa table you bought her upstairs and now our "No food in the family room" rule is gone. But whatever it takes to make a smoother morning and get something in Charity's belly. You knew. I pray that God gives us the wisdom you had. You knew just what to do with Charity and what worked best for her, because you love her so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And burrrr . . . is it cold. Low 50's this morning when Charity and I left for school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;We knew you never liked these chilly temperatures and felt so trapped in Maine, because of all the snow. But you "escaped" this cold weather just in time! Lucky! But by the end of the week, it shouldn't be so bad. See if you can work out something up there so our winter's not that bad . . . and I'll promise to take Charity out more than I normally would! :) You'd be proud: Dave or I take her out every day. And she's been riding her bike with us when we jog. We can only do about 2 miles, but that's a lot for her little legs! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramma, we love and miss you so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4022342736018533764?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4022342736018533764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4022342736018533764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4022342736018533764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4022342736018533764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/adjustments.html' title='Adjustments'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-9013330666533696002</id><published>2010-10-01T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T07:54:59.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A New Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We’re trying to figure this out. All life’s little changes. Pick up all the amazing things Gramma did. Charity went down there every morning for breakfast. Monday through Friday before school. Saturday when I was sleeping in or out early doing errands. Sunday when Dave and I were busy with church activities. Charity was hanging at Gramma’s getting a yummy start to her day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday morning, Dave and Charity went down for breakfast at Gramma’s. And then since we had to bring all the food up . . . which was incredibly hard. Who knew we’d have a breakdown cleaning out the fridge. Or carrying her cookies upstairs to our pantry. The last bag of lettuce she bought. Her candy. The crackers she always had on hand. Gramma had things well stocked. But she’s always had such a mouse and pest problem in the past, so we were worried without a lot going on down there, they might take over. Thursday Dave moved the “breakfast routine” upstairs to our kitchen. Of course, Charity adjusted no problem. I can’t even get over how resistant this kid is. Gramma&amp;#160; probably prayed that she be okay with this all, that’s something she would have done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today is Dave’s first day back to work. So our plan is to keep our routine about the same. Dave will get her breakfast, then he’ll head up to work and I’ll continue getting ready, leaving Charity downstairs for about 45 minutes by herself enjoying her breakfast and watching Curious George as she did at Gramma’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She did ok. But it was bothering me. Ouch. She’s down their all alone, when I’m getting ready and she used to have Gramma waiting on her hand and foot. We’ve got to figure something out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I asked her when she came up at 7:30am to get her hair done, “Charity, do you like being downstairs by yourself? Are you okay?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her reply, “No, but it’s what I have to do.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, I love her. She was ok, she knows it’s just how life’s going to be. I can learn a lot from her. But I’m going to try and figure out this routine, so she’s not alone, at least not during the time she was usually with Gramma. Someway, somehow . . . we’ll figure it out. It’s what we have to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-9013330666533696002?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9013330666533696002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=9013330666533696002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9013330666533696002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9013330666533696002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-routine.html' title='A New Routine'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3171737637213645915</id><published>2010-09-30T12:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:35:34.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Getting There</title><content type='html'>Oh, it's working! It's not getting easier; just more accustom to the stinging pain. My brain actually feels like it's starting to work again. It's thinking beyond the pain, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKTlx1vMpXI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Sak_LvveuMo/s1600/picnic-01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522791687464461682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKTlx1vMpXI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Sak_LvveuMo/s320/picnic-01a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know Gramma's having a beautiful day in Heaven. It's absolutely beautiful here in Nashville today. Mid 70's. Dave's been meeting me and taking me to lunch the past couple days. Today we went to &lt;a href="http://www.thepicnic.cafe.com/"&gt;The Picnic Cafe&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. It was so girl-y, quaint, with a big selection of baked goods to choose from and we both thought the same thing: "Mom would like this place." I'm sure she's enjoying a lovely picnic of her own today! It's been so nice to have these little breaks during the day with Dave, we both catch up on our feelings and he lets me know what he's accomplished for the day. Tomorrow Dave goes back to work, but I think he's ready. He's got much of the loose ends tied up. I guess it will good to develop some sort of a regular routine. But I will miss him. I won't work a full day tomorrow to help adjust, next week we'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave felt to call the doctor today to get more closure on what actually happened Monday. He was worried that Mom had suffered. But all signs appear as no. The doctor believes it was probably her heart, as we all suspected. And because she passed during the cat scan, it shows there were no blockages or eruption of her intestines, which would have been a very painful ending for Mom. Not the case, it was very quick and painless. Just what Mom wanted, probably exactly what she prayed for Sunday night when she was at alter for prayer. Heal me completely or take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming to grip with her time with Charity. I just long she could have had more years. But Dave and I have discussed how 7 is God's number of completion. Gramma had 7 years with Charity. And though I would like 10 more and 10 more and 10 more on top of that. I have to accept God's will and know that Gramma is happier and pain-free. It is just so hard and hard to explain in words. I had Charity "for" Mom. I love Charity, but I wasn't planning to have children until God changed my heart because of Mom's prayers and her desire. Though she never said a word to me, she took all her supplications to the Lord. I tell the Lord, I knew I couldn't do this on my own, I did this for Gramma. She has always been there for me and helped me with Charity. I'm trying not be selfish, but I feel bad for Charity. I will never be the sweet and loving soul Gramma was to her. I LOVE her so much, but Gramma, that's some big soft slippers to fill! I trust God will give me strength and know He does ALL things WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my brain has decided to start working again, I must return to my work. I think it's taken me all week to do 2 hours of work. I am so thankful my boss is on vacation and I have the entire office to myself for my frequent tear breaks, multiple phone calls and constant spacing out! I promised him I'd have it all together when he returned next Tuesday . . . I hope I do. With God's help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3171737637213645915?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3171737637213645915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3171737637213645915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3171737637213645915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3171737637213645915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKTlx1vMpXI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Sak_LvveuMo/s72-c/picnic-01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1046206985200732914</id><published>2010-09-29T10:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:24:40.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Isn't this supposed to get easier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't really know what's going on. We're on day 2 since Gramma left for Heaven and I'm still dying inside. I keep asking myself how does one live after [a loved] one dies? I know it's possible. Just trying to stay strong and take one minute at a time. Wow! I know the cares of life will drag me down and schedules will fill, but I do appreciate the love for life and others and having correct priorities in prospective that this is teaching me. But why such a hard lesson? Wish I had figured it out a lot sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was having a rough day. Didn't sleep much last night and I'm sure the over tired state I'm in is not helping anything. Went down to Gramma's while Dave was taking Charity to school and like I've often done, I audibly called out "Mom." And I was sincerely praying inside she would come around the corner from her bedroom as she had so many times before and I would wake up from this awful nightmare. :'( It didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my purpose in heading down there was to see what she had for laundry so I could wash it. So after I realized what I was supposed to do, I gathered some clothes she had and her basket of wash and set it on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I both have been completely avoiding "the bag" the funeral home gave us of her belongings. He did take her library book out and we have returned all the books she had checked out. Since I was doing her laundry, I figured I'd go ahead and tackle it. Just a small plastic bag stuffed with a few items, how could it be so daunting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already set her glasses and watch on the counter. Ouch. First thing I pulled out was her shoes. Breakdown. Sobbing. I carried them into her bedroom and set them on her closet floor and that's when I heard her say, "Diana, I got new shoes!" knowing how much I appreciate SHOES!!! Oh, it blessed my heart. It was so real. It is hard to explain if you haven't been in this place. And Dave and I are trying to explain that to Charity. It's like you hear her in your heart, not your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the happy thought, I was able to complete the task of "the bag". And I know Mom would be so proud of me. Actually, she would say chuck it all, but I'm not there yet. I took out her skirt and slip and put it in the wash basket. Not sure what happened with the shirt she had on Monday, but it wasn't in the bag. The final items that remained were her panties and stockings and with Mom's "help" I threw them away!! She would be so proud! I told Dave when he returned home and we both chuckled. You just can't imagine how hard it is, until you've been to this place. Those items, nothing I would usually want anything to do with, become so "special". They were what she had on her last day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do know it will get more bearable with time. Probably never easy, but the good memories and the kind thoughts and prayers of friends and family are helping so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramma, I know you were never into "things". It was all just stuff to you. You would say throw it all away. I'll get there, with time. And so it reminds me of the verse that changed your life, Ecclesiastes 2:11. I LOVE YOU, GRAMMA and am still learning from you daily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecclesiastes 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pleasures Are Meaningless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I thought in my heart, "Come now, I will test you with pleasure to find out what is good." But that also proved to be meaningless. 2. "Laughter," I said, "is foolish. And what does pleasure accomplish?" 3. I tried cheering myself with wine, and embracing folly—my mind still guiding me with wisdom. I wanted to see what was worthwhile for men to do under heaven during the few days of their lives. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I undertook great projects: I built houses for myself and planted vineyards. 5. I made gardens and parks and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them. 6. I made reservoirs to water groves of flourishing trees. 7. I bought male and female slaves and had other slaves who were born in my house. I also owned more herds and flocks than anyone in Jerusalem before me. 8. I amassed silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and provinces. I acquired men and women singers, and a harem [a] as well—the delights of the heart of man. 9. I became greater by far than anyone in Jerusalem before me. In all this my wisdom stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;&lt;br /&gt;I refused my heart no pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;My heart took delight in all my work,&lt;br /&gt;and this was the reward for all my labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done&lt;br /&gt;and what I had toiled to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;&lt;br /&gt;nothing was gained under the sun.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1046206985200732914?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1046206985200732914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1046206985200732914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1046206985200732914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1046206985200732914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/isnt-this-supposed-to-get-easier.html' title='Isn&apos;t this supposed to get easier?'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6016882033848865433</id><published>2010-09-28T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:07:59.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Breakfast with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKMdxZ9s_eI/AAAAAAAAC88/VgO8QvpsVVQ/s1600/DSC04855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522290302706843106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKMdxZ9s_eI/AAAAAAAAC88/VgO8QvpsVVQ/s320/DSC04855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dave’s taking most of this week off and though we don’t have funeral arrangements to prepare, as Gramma didn’t wish for that, he’s got lots of “stuff” to do. We’re trying to keep Charity’s routine the same, so he brought her down to “Gramma’s” for breakfast and they ate her food. When she came up at her normal 7:30am to finish getting ready for school, I asked Charity if she missed Gramma. She responded, “No.” As I was sobbing inconsolably. Kids. They’re so resilient. I think they just don’t understand the gap caused by a loss. But as an adult we can see what Charity will miss over the year. Nevertheless, we believe that Charity’s peace is probably just another result of Gramma’s prayers. I’m sure she thought of this. And prayed protection for Charity’s heart and mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flashback to 9.27.2010: Dave and I both decided to pick up Charity yesterday from school, since I didn’t feel I could do it myself. We brought Gramma’s car, since I had told her Gramma was picking her up, I wanted her to at least see the right car, which Dave and I had retrieved from the Oncology Center where Gramma had parked it that morning. I made him drive it home. We talked on our cell phones the whole way home. The alone silence is so hard. And when it was time to pick up Charity from school, just seeing a piece of Gramma hair started a stream of emotions. :'( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a beautiful day, Monday was. The beautiful blue skies, finally cooler weather. Gramma definitely would have been sitting outside enjoying it. Reading her bible, doing her devotions on the back patio in her green chair with the sun shining on her. She loved this weather. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our plan was to sit down with Charity in the living room and explaining what had happened. But Charity wanted to go outside. So we moved our discussion to the back porch. As a kid, you just know something’s up. So as Dave fumbled around to find the right words, Charity burst into tears. “You mean Gramma died?” Her little heart. It broke mine, again. She cried for a few minutes. We all decided to go to Gramma’s place and look at the “Grandma Remembers” book she has been working on for Charity. We had given her this book when we told her we were pregnant. We actually wrapped it in a baby blanket and gave it to her for Christmas that year as the way of telling her. That’s a day none of us will ever forget! That book is so full of everything. Charity is going to love and cherish it. Gramma kept a journal of important dates in it. We flipped through it, but barely scratched the surface of all the love flowing through it. Yet another of Gramma’s selfless acts. And a reminder to me to keep up the blog. Gramma loved it and I know it will bless Charity someday. Gramma knew where the priorities were. These are things that live on, not the clean house or the neatly folded laundry. But the things you do for your family. I need to and will try harder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramma, I hope you’re enjoying your first breakfast with Jesus. I hope Heaven’s got those good kind of donuts we like. The kind Dunkin Donuts has. Eat as many as you want! And the yummy muffins. The ones we used to get at Hannaford with the cinnamon chips or the butterscotch chips. Those ones that had at least a stick of butter in each muffin! And fresh fruit. I’m sure it’s the best fruit ever! Miss you so much. And though Charity says she didn’t, you and I both know she does. Can’t wait to join you for breakfast someday. For now, I’m off to work. It will be hard, but I know you would want us to continue on our normal routine. And just sitting around here makes me miss you so much. Chris flies to England for the Ryder Cup today, so I need to know what I’m supposed to do while he’s gone. I know if you were here, I’d go downstairs and find you watching it. You liked watching golf. Probably reminded you of Dave O. I LOVE YOU, GRAMMA. Enjoy your first full day in Heaven!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6016882033848865433?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6016882033848865433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6016882033848865433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6016882033848865433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6016882033848865433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/breakfast-with-jesus.html' title='Breakfast with Jesus'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TKMdxZ9s_eI/AAAAAAAAC88/VgO8QvpsVVQ/s72-c/DSC04855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4589292426371471995</id><published>2010-09-28T03:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:02:15.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>9.27.2010 – The Day Gramma Went to be with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My heart hurts. It’s so unbelievably heavy right now. But I just know how much Gramma loved this blog, and I’m just foolish enough to think she’ll still see it. So I felt that if I could just get down what I’m feeling, maybe, somehow it will help some of the hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can’t even begin. Gramma. She was amazing. As we look back over her life, just one word comes to mind, SELFLESS. She lived every moment of her life for us, Dave, myself and especially her granddaughter, Charity, who was so precious to her. She was such a good, sweet-spirited, kind and quiet soul. She has such a close relationship with the Lord each day and the Lord showed her mercy to her final day her on earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We knew things had been getting worse with her cancer. She has no energy, unable to take her walks and this weekend, even struggling to eat comfortably, but never expected this, not this fast. Monday morning. This morning, like every school morning, Charity and I go about our regular routine. Things have been hectic in the mornings, so I set my alarm earlier than normal as to give us more time. Each morning, I get up, then Charity gets up following me and she gets dressed. After she’s dressed she heads down to Gramma’s for breakfast. I hesitated to allow her to go down this morning, because all weekend Gramma was in pain in her stomach and I knew she had an early morning appointment. But Gramma has urged me that it’s fine for Charity to come down, no problem at all, she sets her up with her food and does what she needs to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never saw Gramma at home that morning. Charity came up at 7:30am as she usually does for me to do her hair and we proceeded with our routine. Hair, teeth and then off to school. Since I had gotten up earlier, Charity was plenty early for school, rather than running in at the last minute. I dropped her off, happy and continued about my day. She gets stressed out when her routine gets off. So she asked me, “Who’s picking me up?” I reassured her Gramma would be, as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I drove into the subdivision, I passed Gramma leaving for her scheduled cat scan. Usually I’m “flying”, running behind, headed back home to finish preparing myself for the day before I head off to work. But this morning, I was enjoying, going the speed limit, rather leisurely heading back home. I appreciate the Lord for that. As we passed our eyes met and we gave each other a wave. And I was thanking God for her, that wave, it blessed me. I was thinking how blessed I am to have her and that she fed Charity, even though I know she wasn’t feeling good, she had someplace to be, but even to the end she selflessly gave herself for us. Little did I know, that sweet wave Gramma gave me was the last time I would see her. I waved “good-bye” to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, had I known the circumstances that would transpire after that. I would have stopped that car. I would have hugged her neck. I would have never let go. But God knew. He knew in His infinite mercy, she did not want to suffer. She did not want to be a burden to us as she worsened and would be unable to care for herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Dave called me at work, broken, he explained the doctor had called. I didn’t want to believe it. I still don’t want to believe it. Honestly, I hate it. She was having her scheduled cat scan to see what, if anything her chemo was doing and they found her nonresponsive. They rushed her across the street from the oncology center where she was to the hospital emergency room and tried to resuscitate her. They were able to get a little heartbeat, but only for a second. Gramma was already worshipping around the throw! She wasn’t coming back. She was home free. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my heart. Gramma, I know how happy you are now and pain-free. But I don’t know how I’m going to do this without you. I LOVE YOU, GRAMMA. I know I’m being selfish. Everyday you helped me so much. You completely lived your life for this family. You exemplified the true ministry of a goodly mother in how you lived for your “children”. You never once treated me as an “in-law”. I was always “your daughter”. I love how when we moved here to Tennessee from Maine, people often thought you were my “real” mom, not Dave’s. You were our strength when we were weak. You listened to my rambling and raving, even yesterday, Sunday, as I babbled on and on about this crazy week, you listened caringly. Even agreeing to keeping Charity for a date night I wanted to have on Friday or Saturday evening. I would easily say, you care for Charity about 80% of the time, if not more. And my little C, how will she live without her Gramma? You are so good with her. And you do all those fun crafts and play office and school and take her outside. How am I going to fill those shoes? Speaking of shoes, how can I continue my 1/2 marathon training? You were such an inspiration. You and your 10 minute mile! I don’t think I’ll ever get there. I don’t know that I’ll be able to run again. I think of you and all your encouragement you gave to Dave and I on running and being healthy. I LOVE YOU, GRAMMA. I pray you know that, I pray you know how much you meant to me. I pray you can see my heart and the gratefulness we all have for the time we had with you. They told us 12 years ago, you only had a year. And we were blessed with such good years with you here in Tennessee, 5 years. But it doesn’t seem like enough. I want you back. I want you to see Charity cheer her next game. Her next girl scout outing. I want you to be there when we run the 1/2 marathon. I want you to see Charity start high school and all the memories she makes through the years. I want you to be part of them. I LOVE YOU, GRAMMA. I really wish I would have told you everyday. Dave assures me you knew. But I want to tell you again and again. I wish I would have spent more time down there, at your place, just being with you and hearing you talk. I have learned so much from you. I just LOVE you so much and want you back. But I know God had a plan and I guess I have no other option, but to accept that, though it’s killing me. My heart is so heavy. We now understand when you told about losing your husband, Dave O. The void. The emptiness. The place in your heart for only that loved one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only peace is that this life is just a vapor. We’re only passing through. It’s not about here, but there, there in heaven with the One who created us. And I can’t wait to be there with you and Him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOM, I LOVE YOU.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4589292426371471995?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4589292426371471995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4589292426371471995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4589292426371471995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4589292426371471995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/9272010-day-gramma-went-to-be-with.html' title='9.27.2010 – The Day Gramma Went to be with Jesus'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4100672147351545239</id><published>2010-08-20T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:30:54.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2nd Grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467314e546b314d6a593d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467314e546b314d6a593d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4100672147351545239?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4100672147351545239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4100672147351545239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4100672147351545239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4100672147351545239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-2nd-grade.html' title='Welcome 2nd Grade!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6593070398263779860</id><published>2010-08-20T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:04:02.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>That’s Amore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Love &lt;a href="http://www.italianmarket.biz/"&gt;Coco’s Italian Market&lt;/a&gt; on a Friday night with my sweet family. This place is awesome! Amazing authentic food, exceptional service! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I treated myself to nice big ole’ fatty, calorie-loaded pasta dish as opposed to my usual salad in celebration of hitting the 20 pound mark this week!!! . . . I think I gained half of it back this evening!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Penne al Fresco . . . delish! Lots of olives and artichokes! Oh, I’m so glad I have leftovers!! Tomorrow’s lunch is going to be splendid too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG_cw1B0GxI/AAAAAAAAC8k/GGSuXNd0vkY/s1600-h/IMG01082-20100820-1839%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG01082-20100820-1839" border="0" alt="IMG01082-20100820-1839" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG_cx8DjgiI/AAAAAAAAC8o/ijLmJOwVIJg/IMG01082-20100820-1839_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then they brought a free cannoli!! Just to get me hooked! I go by this place once a week, I just know my car is going to have to stop! HEAVEN!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG_cz3nXcGI/AAAAAAAAC8s/APE3LpC_j5I/s1600-h/IMG01084-20100820-1859%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG01084-20100820-1859" border="0" alt="IMG01084-20100820-1859" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG_c0oKidAI/AAAAAAAAC8w/g8XbpRVwW5Q/IMG01084-20100820-1859_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glad I ran 3 miles when we got home, or else I’d be feeling really guilty right about now. It’s all good! A lovely way to kick-off the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6593070398263779860?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6593070398263779860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6593070398263779860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6593070398263779860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6593070398263779860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-amore.html' title='That’s Amore!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG_cx8DjgiI/AAAAAAAAC8o/ijLmJOwVIJg/s72-c/IMG01082-20100820-1839_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-367816559117749014</id><published>2010-08-18T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T06:54:57.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; C-H-A-R-I-T-Y&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGvHRiSJO4I/AAAAAAAAC6c/5WV5hDWmhAk/s1600-h/DSC06689%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06689" border="0" alt="DSC06689" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGvHSJorxWI/AAAAAAAAC6k/L02p5zDCbls/DSC06689_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Homework’s done!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-367816559117749014?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/367816559117749014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=367816559117749014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/367816559117749014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/367816559117749014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGvHSJorxWI/AAAAAAAAC6k/L02p5zDCbls/s72-c/DSC06689_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3845108824920350934</id><published>2010-08-17T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:55:07.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Charity – Fun Facts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Charity’s homework tonight consisted of a sheet she had to complete with information about her name. Neither Dave or I had any idea it’s origin. So I had to look it up. Guess that’s my homework. Found all sorts of interesting facts about “Charity”. Wow!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;img alt="girl Charity" src="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/img/female.gif" /&gt;Charity - name meaning, origin&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The girl's name &lt;b&gt;Charity&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;\ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/"&gt;ch&lt;/a&gt;(a)-ri- &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/"&gt;ty&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/i&gt; is pronounced &lt;i&gt;CHARE-ih-tee&lt;/i&gt;. It is of &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/0/latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; origin, and the meaning of Charity is &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/0/dear"&gt;dear&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;. One of the &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/0/virtue"&gt;virtue&lt;/a&gt; names. Originally denoted the &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/0/christian"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/0/love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; for his fellow man. See also &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Faith"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Hope"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charity has 18 variant forms: &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Carissa"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Carita"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Chareese"&gt;Chareese&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charis"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charissa"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charisse"&gt;Charisse&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charita"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charitee"&gt;Charitee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charitey"&gt;Charitey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charitye"&gt;Charitye&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Chariza"&gt;Chariza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charty"&gt;Charty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Cherri"&gt;Cherri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Cherry"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cherry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Sharitee"&gt;Sharitee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Sharitey"&gt;Sharitey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Sharity"&gt;Sharity&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Sharitye"&gt;Sharitye&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For more information, see also related names &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Clemence"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clemence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Esperanza"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperanza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baby names that sound like Charity are &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Cherita"&gt;Cherita&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Sharita"&gt;Sharita&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charity is a very common first name for women (#643 out of 4276) and also a very common last name for both men and women (#12252 out of 88799). (1990 U.S. Census) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Displayed below is the baby name popularity trend for the girl name Charity. &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/"&gt;Compare Charity&lt;/a&gt; with its variant forms and related girl names. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Charity" src="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/graph.php?g=0&amp;amp;c=0&amp;amp;1=Charity" width="497" height="191" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Charity Name" src="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/graph.php?g=0&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;1=Charity" width="435" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Charity"&gt;Charity - meaning of Charity name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3845108824920350934?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3845108824920350934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3845108824920350934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3845108824920350934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3845108824920350934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/charity-fun-facts.html' title='Charity – Fun Facts!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6426345619150736892</id><published>2010-08-16T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:51:21.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Packing Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I made the first heart-shaped cinnamon-bread-jelly-only sandwich this morning. Before I know it I’ll be counting down the days to packing the last lunch of this school year. My little lunch-muncher might be a little picky, but I don’t mind the challenge of putting together a lunch she’ll each each day. And in a few months, it will be a challenge! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Call me a crazy mom, but I love packing lunch!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGp3tXXmoXI/AAAAAAAAC6M/7MbOAGSlqMw/s1600-h/IMG01041-20100816-0639%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG01041-20100816-0639" border="0" alt="IMG01041-20100816-0639" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGp3uDiLaOI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/TDLJRvxMKfo/IMG01041-20100816-0639_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6426345619150736892?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6426345619150736892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6426345619150736892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6426345619150736892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6426345619150736892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/packing-lunch.html' title='Packing Lunch'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGp3uDiLaOI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/TDLJRvxMKfo/s72-c/IMG01041-20100816-0639_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2687422361423060746</id><published>2010-08-15T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:53:02.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>Charity’s Baptism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We’ll never forget this day, August 15, 2010, a truly amazing day! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today Charity decided she wanted to get baptized! We are so happy and proud of her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daddy was bringing people home from service when she made her decision, after seeing her friend, Emma, get baptized. So we had a little wait for him to return to the church. Charity could not stand still! She was so excited!! You can see the joy all over her! I know she was ready, because the other times we have mentioned this she had such fear and uncertainty. Today she was truly ready and had the confidence that only Jesus could have given her. I am so glad she heeded to the tug at her little heart and do this important step.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93bbGBpRI/AAAAAAAAC6s/_JvQBV2qYY4/s1600-h/IMG01040-20100815-1246%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG01040-20100815-1246" border="0" alt="IMG01040-20100815-1246" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93bwFYLUI/AAAAAAAAC6w/Q62UdnBmRL8/IMG01040-20100815-1246_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93dErre-I/AAAAAAAAC60/eDCgw32cYYY/s1600-h/DSC06664%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06664" border="0" alt="DSC06664" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93dv-feCI/AAAAAAAAC64/qudVw11j4mY/DSC06664_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am very thankful for my friend, Allison, who was able to capture some pictures for us. Another blessing! Thank you, Allison!! *Send me the invoice!! :) No amount is too large for these pictures! I’m blessed every time I look at them and I know that will continue as long as my eyes can see them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93e5EholI/AAAAAAAAC68/8d_iwmkriWs/s1600-h/DSC06666%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06666" border="0" alt="DSC06666" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93fvNb8AI/AAAAAAAAC7A/3swhgcADVLM/DSC06666_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93grGarnI/AAAAAAAAC7E/Xv1cORJqkhM/s1600-h/DSC06669%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06669" border="0" alt="DSC06669" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93hdMHJ4I/AAAAAAAAC7I/2H1psdvicTk/DSC06669_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Prayer from Pastor Becton and Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy praying too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93iSXnTvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/G_I9-0jkT-w/s1600-h/DSC06670%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06670" border="0" alt="DSC06670" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93kf_swcI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/WSsjy2T0-xg/DSC06670_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93lyfs8iI/AAAAAAAAC7U/uO0xCYa5MHM/s1600-h/DSC06671%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06671" border="0" alt="DSC06671" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93m4VI0GI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/urvDXzdX39U/DSC06671_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93oBTyvOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/LFrB4cHp3ms/s1600-h/DSC06672%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06672" border="0" alt="DSC06672" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93or7y6bI/AAAAAAAAC7g/0UOxGnOXml0/DSC06672_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93pyfsaMI/AAAAAAAAC7k/BvcDCPotXxk/s1600-h/DSC06673%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06673" border="0" alt="DSC06673" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93qt_BqAI/AAAAAAAAC7o/V8YUR3JWeE4/DSC06673_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93rpvs85I/AAAAAAAAC7s/gT6t8Y3fPO8/s1600-h/DSC06674%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06674" border="0" alt="DSC06674" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93syf94BI/AAAAAAAAC7w/EtmDn9rAXJM/DSC06674_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All clean! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93t0ZRY9I/AAAAAAAAC70/q9TOJVy9dUU/s1600-h/DSC06677%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06677" border="0" alt="DSC06677" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93usAP-iI/AAAAAAAAC74/Nl4CIHGpTpA/DSC06677_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Baptized Buddies!    &lt;br /&gt;So thankful Emma set the example for Charity today!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93wKEck2I/AAAAAAAAC78/zUi8RILt0zE/s1600-h/DSC06680%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06680" border="0" alt="DSC06680" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93xD9QfoI/AAAAAAAAC8A/TP0NteRGk-o/DSC06680_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Church Friends: Charity, Sophie and Emma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93ysIDpmI/AAAAAAAAC8E/jGkH2vYGAZI/s1600-h/DSC06683%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06683" border="0" alt="DSC06683" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93za7DCmI/AAAAAAAAC8I/1IOJNC8D9As/DSC06683_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What a great way to start 2nd grade!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing brings me greater happiness than to hear that my children are obeying the truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 John 1:4 (CEV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2687422361423060746?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2687422361423060746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2687422361423060746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2687422361423060746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2687422361423060746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/charitys-baptism.html' title='Charity’s Baptism!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG93bwFYLUI/AAAAAAAAC6w/Q62UdnBmRL8/s72-c/IMG01040-20100815-1246_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1750262252406062316</id><published>2010-08-13T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:24:23.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The tooth fairy’s going to go broke . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; This is the second tooth she’s lost this week! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGpxZV8Zi5I/AAAAAAAAC6E/YBSz_tNrHFo/s1600-h/DSC06656%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06656" border="0" alt="DSC06656" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGpxZ7aYz3I/AAAAAAAAC6I/_gNFmEM0l5Y/DSC06656_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love that toothless grin!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1750262252406062316?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1750262252406062316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1750262252406062316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1750262252406062316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1750262252406062316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/tooth-fairys-going-to-go-broke.html' title='The tooth fairy’s going to go broke . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TGpxZ7aYz3I/AAAAAAAAC6I/_gNFmEM0l5Y/s72-c/DSC06656_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-394549735039366401</id><published>2010-08-09T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:21:32.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>From Mrs. Medders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Charity received a note today from her new 2nd grade teacher. I think it’s going to be a good year . . . I pray it is! I told Dave I can tell by her writing. She writes like a good 2nd grade teacher, I just know! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG9-b257mBI/AAAAAAAAC8U/BY_VyQEFIXs/s1600-h/DSC06596%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06596" border="0" alt="DSC06596" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG9-dMNXW3I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Viqayc4gEDM/DSC06596_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG9-eV9yS9I/AAAAAAAAC8c/ftffcNcLYUU/s1600-h/DSC06597%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06597" border="0" alt="DSC06597" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG9-e3eX9FI/AAAAAAAAC8g/rFhyHvyPGR8/DSC06597_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course, Charity had to put her “glasses” on to read it! Her and her specs!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just 4 more days! Whoooooo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-394549735039366401?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/394549735039366401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=394549735039366401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/394549735039366401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/394549735039366401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-mrs-medders.html' title='From Mrs. Medders'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG9-dMNXW3I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Viqayc4gEDM/s72-c/DSC06596_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3998228068389882576</id><published>2010-07-24T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:43:29.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>I Loved this Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a simple fun, full day. However great. We jammed a lot it. Saturday’s are my favorite and the one’s with no set schedule are even better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started off intending to find some yard sales, but didn’t see anything that interested us. Headed to the Nashville Flea Market, from there to Farmer’s Market for some fresh produce and an amazing blueberry pie that we later enjoyed with Gramma along with some vanilla yogurt. It was worth going off the diet for! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEx14cO_90I/AAAAAAAAC5k/jLZjfp3RaT4/s1600/blueberry+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497898857624762178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEx14cO_90I/AAAAAAAAC5k/jLZjfp3RaT4/s320/blueberry+pie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate lunch at new spot in Bellevue: &lt;a href="http://www.teesfiresidecafe.com/index.html"&gt;Tee’s Fireside Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. The chicken salad was AMAZING and they had tasty fruit tea too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEx3KJTZwEI/AAAAAAAAC5s/FiFhHMZq6l4/s1600/tee%27s+chicken+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497900261292228674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEx3KJTZwEI/AAAAAAAAC5s/FiFhHMZq6l4/s320/tee%27s+chicken+salad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came home and enjoyed a nice 2 hour nap. Then out to &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; for some leisurely girl time, 2 hours of shopping. Charity was pretty good, for that long of period in one store. But it’s been so long since I’ve just strolled around and shopped there . . . and only spent $100. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finished the night with a 2 mile run! Whoa! Bed feels goods, but the entire day was, too!&lt;/p&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/7055639864495846080-3998228068389882576?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3998228068389882576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3998228068389882576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3998228068389882576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3998228068389882576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-loved-this-saturday.html' title='I Loved this Saturday!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEx14cO_90I/AAAAAAAAC5k/jLZjfp3RaT4/s72-c/blueberry+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4729500328146518901</id><published>2010-07-23T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:24:10.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>New Kix</title><content type='html'>I guess April 30th 1/2 marathon's getting even more official . . . got the new sneaks to prove it. Hope they're ready to cover some miles . . . or at least give me what I need to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyAwj_q65I/AAAAAAAAC50/TCvGCE5CM1U/s1600/kix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497910816896904082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyAwj_q65I/AAAAAAAAC50/TCvGCE5CM1U/s320/kix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4729500328146518901?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4729500328146518901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4729500328146518901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4729500328146518901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4729500328146518901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-kix.html' title='New Kix'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyAwj_q65I/AAAAAAAAC50/TCvGCE5CM1U/s72-c/kix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8564670914758634718</id><published>2010-07-23T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:13:33.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Stopping for a Story Break . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG98l1R_aPI/AAAAAAAAC8M/htqsMIPJMrc/s1600-h/DSC06443%5B33%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC06443" border="0" alt="DSC06443" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG98nPt4MuI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/GQNS6Kmsf-U/DSC06443_thumb%5B31%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not too concerned with where . . . just happy she’s reading! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8564670914758634718?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8564670914758634718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8564670914758634718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8564670914758634718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8564670914758634718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/stopping-for-story-break.html' title='Stopping for a Story Break . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TG98nPt4MuI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/GQNS6Kmsf-U/s72-c/DSC06443_thumb%5B31%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8517182457116812115</id><published>2010-07-18T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:28:18.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Time Keeps on Slipping</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me where the last seven years slipped away to?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyBly0IlqI/AAAAAAAAC58/qWMr9HlwvOA/s1600/DSCN1854+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497911731408115362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyBly0IlqI/AAAAAAAAC58/qWMr9HlwvOA/s320/DSCN1854+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8517182457116812115?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8517182457116812115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8517182457116812115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8517182457116812115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8517182457116812115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-keeps-on-slipping.html' title='Time Keeps on Slipping'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TEyBly0IlqI/AAAAAAAAC58/qWMr9HlwvOA/s72-c/DSCN1854+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5691660844216922190</id><published>2010-07-03T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:49:20.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ode to Ms. Cheap'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Goodwill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got this shirt today at Goodwill for 1/2 off $3.49. Yep, I paid all of $1.75! Yay!! Got to love saving $153.25 on one shirt! And so cool that pink pony represents the fight against cancer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My new favorite polo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TC94Hd3EKLI/AAAAAAAAC5U/I9eeXH5zMCA/s1600-h/RL%20Big%20Pony%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="RL Big Pony" border="0" alt="RL Big Pony" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TC94H6OhKJI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/T6DCzqhdgsQ/RL%20Big%20Pony_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See for yourself here: &lt;a href="http://www.ralphlauren.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3235462&amp;amp;ab=crosssell_2_2470333_3235462"&gt;Pink Big Pony Polo - Polos - RalphLauren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5691660844216922190?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5691660844216922190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5691660844216922190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5691660844216922190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5691660844216922190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-love-goodwill.html' title='Why I Love Goodwill'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TC94H6OhKJI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/T6DCzqhdgsQ/s72-c/RL%20Big%20Pony_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4278060683389928765</id><published>2010-06-06T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:58:19.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>I Love My Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>So very different from the world I grew up in. But I love the diversity found in our neighborhood and am so glad Charity is able to grow up here in this "melting pot". I hope someday she will appreciate it, as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our family walk tonight we stopped and chatted with our Muslim/Pakistani neighbor about the craziness of radical Muslims and how our current weather is comparable to their winter in the Middle East. He's like the weather here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked with our Indian, newly-parents, neighbors about how Northern and Southern Indian food differs and where to find the best of each our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chatted for the longest time with our Thai (husband)/Vietnamese (wife) friends and met their new dog, "Wasabi" and all the current happenings in their lives, while reminding them they need to come back and visit us at Asian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! And I know God does too or He wouldn't have said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark 12:29-31 And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if loving them means just taking stopping for a little chat and learning more about them, their life and their culture. &lt;strong&gt;Love they neighbor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4278060683389928765?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4278060683389928765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4278060683389928765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4278060683389928765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4278060683389928765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-my-neighborhood.html' title='I Love My Neighborhood'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3482682419502547868</id><published>2010-06-02T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:34:24.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>One of Each, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have to admit I love to shop, but even with my passion, there are few stores were I like every single item. However &lt;a href="http://www.llbeansignature.com/"&gt;L.L. Bean Signature&lt;/a&gt; breaks that rule. I don't know if there's anything in the catalog I wouldn't wear in the woman's department?!?! I LOVE IT ALL!! I guess it's my Maine roots, but I have always loved and appreciated L.L. Bean quality. And the Signature collection is even more vogue. The prices reflex the quality, so they’re high. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s the first thing I’m savings my pennies for. So nautical, so perfect! Love!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/llbeansignature/llb/shop/65349?subrnd=1&amp;amp;parentCategory=505950&amp;amp;feat=505950-sigtn&amp;amp;cat4=505949"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Farnsworth Lawn Dress" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdni.llbean.com/is/image/wim/261940_22_42?wid=292&amp;amp;hei=346" width="292" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/llbeansignature/llb/shop/65349?subrnd=1&amp;amp;parentCategory=505950&amp;amp;feat=505950-sigtn&amp;amp;cat4=505949"&gt;L.L.Bean Signature Farnsworth Lawn Dress &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3482682419502547868?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3482682419502547868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3482682419502547868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3482682419502547868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3482682419502547868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-each-please.html' title='One of Each, Please'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7974114732040403071</id><published>2010-05-26T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:51:57.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>The last day of 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another chapter has come to an end. :’( Mom’s holding it together. Charity’s excited to start summer vacation!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A card for Ms. Ford from my lil’ monkey! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uA5BSuyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/yr8pTfi1ETU/s1600-h/DSC04559%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04559" border="0" alt="DSC04559" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uBnAFSWI/AAAAAAAAC3c/zZ0CFcHC2nY/DSC04559_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uDWoz-yI/AAAAAAAAC3g/PMzQlq6ja2Y/s1600-h/DSC04560%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04560" border="0" alt="DSC04560" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uD9JYtnI/AAAAAAAAC3k/EK1eT-Ix-64/DSC04560_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A lil’ something for Ms. Ford . . . she LOVES Sonic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uFM0L4XI/AAAAAAAAC3o/d848hQ7uIDI/s1600-h/DSC04567%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04567" border="0" alt="DSC04567" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uFx32WPI/AAAAAAAAC3s/24V1LlEuUuo/DSC04567_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Silly Bandz for all the kids! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04553" border="0" alt="DSC04553" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uGuAo9PI/AAAAAAAAC3w/P6eJMiZMEXc/DSC04553_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uJErKycI/AAAAAAAAC30/ktwWu30lPok/s1600-h/DSC04553%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uLgJDGSI/AAAAAAAAC34/Bv4eXmlkqUM/s1600-h/DSC04554%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04554" border="0" alt="DSC04554" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uMdXumuI/AAAAAAAAC38/IkPnx25exrA/DSC04554_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Celebration @ &lt;a href="http://www.sweetceces.com"&gt;Sweet CeCe’s&lt;/a&gt; for Charity . . . solace for Mommy that her little girl is growing up way to fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charity and Gramma enjoy their fro-yo! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uNr9mteI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ju1y3hNV4a4/s1600-h/DSC04568%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04568" border="0" alt="DSC04568" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uOLWzlGI/AAAAAAAAC4E/CINeKCOq5uk/DSC04568_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uPcO1wJI/AAAAAAAAC4I/9s0iwyfzzyc/s1600-h/DSC04569%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04569" border="0" alt="DSC04569" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uQPPeeII/AAAAAAAAC4M/L6sLY8UQLLQ/DSC04569_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My delicious LOW-FAX peanut butter! SOOOOO yummy! Then I added a tablespoon of sliced almonds and Heath bars . . . and of course a cherry! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04570" border="0" alt="DSC04570" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uQmVcTwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/wohe8r1YNN8/DSC04570_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="162" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy girls!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uSPdaoKI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Bb5iC7RSKCM/s1600-h/DSC04574%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04574" border="0" alt="DSC04574" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uS171QbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/pB09u03JGPs/DSC04574_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uUAca0VI/AAAAAAAAC4c/KM38E2tkYMg/s1600-h/DSC04577%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04577" border="0" alt="DSC04577" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uU1Qo6aI/AAAAAAAAC4g/rtUDI1E93v0/DSC04577_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Charity wipes out from too much sugar! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uWQaVnFI/AAAAAAAAC4k/GFuwXbcEaek/s1600-h/DSC04573%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC04573" border="0" alt="DSC04573" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uXH4jEmI/AAAAAAAAC4o/VWCrnj5FPJ4/DSC04573_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let Summer Begin!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7974114732040403071?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7974114732040403071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7974114732040403071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7974114732040403071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7974114732040403071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='The last day of 1st Grade'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S_-uBnAFSWI/AAAAAAAAC3c/zZ0CFcHC2nY/s72-c/DSC04559_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8432291585894930929</id><published>2010-04-21T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:23:54.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>I love Kool-Aid Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I even have the pitcher I ordered from all my earned Kool-Aid points. That's a fan! I mean, how can you resist this round guy with a big smile?!? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DzsWgg4gIoY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzsWgg4gIoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzsWgg4gIoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8432291585894930929?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8432291585894930929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8432291585894930929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8432291585894930929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8432291585894930929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/kool-aid-man-log-rolling-commercial.html' title='I love Kool-Aid Man!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-839056057653684594</id><published>2010-04-18T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:08:49.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>Lemonade, Coming Right Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Our neighbor just got a lemon tree. We all thought it was so cool when we first noticed it. Charity was dying to go over and pick a lemon off it. Obviously, she refrained. But today when we were all out enjoying the beautiful weather, Ms. Stacey was so nice to share with us some lemons off her new tree. How cool! Fresh organic lemons. We can’t wait to make lemonade! Thank you, Ms. Stacey!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jmW_4thrI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/W4_Ek0-c01U/s1600-h/IMG00435-20100418-1446%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG00435-20100418-1446" border="0" alt="IMG00435-20100418-1446" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jmYWhQMMI/AAAAAAAAC3U/qNzGDSVlIM0/IMG00435-20100418-1446_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-839056057653684594?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/839056057653684594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=839056057653684594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/839056057653684594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/839056057653684594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/lemonade-coming-right-up.html' title='Lemonade, Coming Right Up!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jmYWhQMMI/AAAAAAAAC3U/qNzGDSVlIM0/s72-c/IMG00435-20100418-1446_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1508625101723473956</id><published>2010-04-17T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:59:41.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never ever cook . . . I've got a sweet hubby for that. But I been wanting these Jerk Chicken Lettuce Wraps and he doesn't take orders. So I decided it was time. And boy, were they just perfect on the eve of this beautiful spring day. When something comes out this good, almost makes me want to do it more . . . almost, but not quite!! :) Sorry, Dave! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8uOKbQQN3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fsjXtEil734/s1600/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461615282882623346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8uOKbQQN3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fsjXtEil734/s400/DSC04208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8uOKbQQN3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fsjXtEil734/s1600/DSC04208.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/7055639864495846080-1508625101723473956?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1508625101723473956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1508625101723473956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1508625101723473956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1508625101723473956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8uOKbQQN3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fsjXtEil734/s72-c/DSC04208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3328753798113881363</id><published>2010-04-17T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:02:23.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Women &amp;amp; the Word today . . . they matched! The mugs matched and I was so worried. All was fine! And even the ladies and the baby match! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful day, scrumptious food, and awesome time being encouraged by the Word and fellowship of Sisters in the Lord!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jkC16BZ0I/AAAAAAAAC3I/DYIMbxzMi1k/s1600-h/DSC04141%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC04141" border="0" alt="DSC04141" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jkDj4Eo9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/9i9EBiITxaw/DSC04141_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Saturday All!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3328753798113881363?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3328753798113881363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3328753798113881363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3328753798113881363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3328753798113881363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jkDj4Eo9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/9i9EBiITxaw/s72-c/DSC04141_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5735318227641880778</id><published>2010-04-16T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:01:35.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Created by Diana'/><title type='text'>Goodie Mugs Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got the mugs completed for Women &amp;amp; the Word tomorrow, [our ladies monthly brunch get together @ &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurchnashville.org/"&gt;First Church&lt;/a&gt;]. Just got the stuff a few hours ago, so it was good to get them done before it got too late! Hope they match!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jhn3n2m4I/AAAAAAAAC3A/tzc-ejSCyj0/s1600-h/DSC04137%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" title="DSC04137" border="0" alt="DSC04137" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jhooKZ7dI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lt053BWtGIY/DSC04137_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5735318227641880778?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5735318227641880778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5735318227641880778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5735318227641880778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5735318227641880778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodie-mugs-done.html' title='Goodie Mugs Done!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S-jhooKZ7dI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lt053BWtGIY/s72-c/DSC04137_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5570989620732951561</id><published>2010-04-15T06:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:03:51.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>Hello Blog! I'm Diana . . .</title><content type='html'>Pretty bad, the only way I stop by my blog is when someone leaves a bogus comment, that I have come and delete. Sad. So I'm here and it's stale. Outdated background and header. Sparse postings. It makes me sad. And I miss it. :( Someday . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8fS5ppe7vI/AAAAAAAAC2I/MpP0g4BQs1I/s1600/Don%27t_cry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460564961084239602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8fS5ppe7vI/AAAAAAAAC2I/MpP0g4BQs1I/s320/Don%27t_cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5570989620732951561?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5570989620732951561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5570989620732951561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5570989620732951561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5570989620732951561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-blog-im-diana.html' title='Hello Blog! I&apos;m Diana . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8fS5ppe7vI/AAAAAAAAC2I/MpP0g4BQs1I/s72-c/Don%27t_cry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6554276100782116216</id><published>2010-04-11T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:23:28.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I love you, too! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S85vOD0RUzI/AAAAAAAAC2s/KgfD6xFVokk/s1600-h/IMG00418-20100411-1351%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="IMG00418-20100411-1351" border="0" alt="IMG00418-20100411-1351" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S85vPAcIHVI/AAAAAAAAC2w/W5jmz_pVXEI/IMG00418-20100411-1351_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6554276100782116216?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6554276100782116216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6554276100782116216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6554276100782116216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6554276100782116216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-too.html' title='I love you, too! :)'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S85vPAcIHVI/AAAAAAAAC2w/W5jmz_pVXEI/s72-c/IMG00418-20100411-1351_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8986184861610105595</id><published>2010-03-18T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:16:24.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>From Charity:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8k1sdIddNI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9cGCBOWi3lI/s1600/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955061014066386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8k1sdIddNI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9cGCBOWi3lI/s320/DSC04119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made my day. xo xo xo xo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8986184861610105595?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8986184861610105595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8986184861610105595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8986184861610105595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8986184861610105595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-charity.html' title='From Charity:'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S8k1sdIddNI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9cGCBOWi3lI/s72-c/DSC04119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4479343054484851985</id><published>2010-03-16T00:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:24:05.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><title type='text'>What Have I Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've emptied the totes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58efb9MWMI/AAAAAAAAC1w/vkfb4qm7Gbg/s1600-h/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449107599570786498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58efb9MWMI/AAAAAAAAC1w/vkfb4qm7Gbg/s200/DSC03845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a huge mess and lots of piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58a0JQsRKI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Ju6nOYcUhBk/s1600-h/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449103557283038370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58a0JQsRKI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Ju6nOYcUhBk/s200/DSC03841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the pile to be washed and consigned. It may look small, but it's probably at least 2 feel tall and 6 feet long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58fyeBdLKI/AAAAAAAAC14/BqS10PpNohk/s1600-h/DSC03843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449109026054679714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58fyeBdLKI/AAAAAAAAC14/BqS10PpNohk/s200/DSC03843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what am I supposed to do with this gem that I paid $169.99 and can't even sell. Lovely! Kids are pricey! Now I know why, Charity's IT for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58iC46ApMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/LROB7giqMdE/s1600-h/DSC03846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449111507172369602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58iC46ApMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/LROB7giqMdE/s200/DSC03846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7055639864495846080-4479343054484851985?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4479343054484851985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4479343054484851985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4479343054484851985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4479343054484851985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-have-i-done.html' title='What Have I Done'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58efb9MWMI/AAAAAAAAC1w/vkfb4qm7Gbg/s72-c/DSC03845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-220321593074236977</id><published>2010-03-15T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:15:15.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><title type='text'>My Job This Week</title><content type='html'>And what a job it is. For the first time ever, I'm consigning Charity's baby stuff. I don't think I got rid of one sock or even a onesie from her first year of life. Oh my! This is going to take me forever! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58Lo5GyRKI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/47HmfPC3E50/s1600-h/DSC03821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449086871293543586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58Lo5GyRKI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/47HmfPC3E50/s200/DSC03821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charity waves good-bye to her baby stuff. So long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58Q-KAQVII/AAAAAAAAC1Y/L1htcUkURNE/s1600-h/DSC03822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449092734164948098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58Q-KAQVII/AAAAAAAAC1Y/L1htcUkURNE/s200/DSC03822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping I don't end up in puddle of tears as we move on from this stage of our life!! &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/7055639864495846080-220321593074236977?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/220321593074236977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=220321593074236977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/220321593074236977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/220321593074236977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-job-this-week.html' title='My Job This Week'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S58Lo5GyRKI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/47HmfPC3E50/s72-c/DSC03821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1941570353503692305</id><published>2010-03-12T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:50:06.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>YPG 2010</title><content type='html'>Charity's interpretation of YPG, the annual Youth Praise Gathering at &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurchnashville.org/"&gt;First Church&lt;/a&gt;. She says the girl has rockin' out hair. Love it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xa5_FSdwI/AAAAAAAAC0g/5EEr0q9uT90/s1600-h/IMG00324-20100313-1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448329601444116226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xa5_FSdwI/AAAAAAAAC0g/5EEr0q9uT90/s320/IMG00324-20100313-1920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1941570353503692305?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1941570353503692305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1941570353503692305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1941570353503692305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1941570353503692305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/ypg-2010.html' title='YPG 2010'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xa5_FSdwI/AAAAAAAAC0g/5EEr0q9uT90/s72-c/IMG00324-20100313-1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7509398278219815425</id><published>2010-03-08T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:52:43.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>I am loving all the people that ever said: "Do you know who you remind me of?" right now. Because I've been told &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;a few times in my life. I know, it's a stretch. But thank you for your kindness! She's pretty!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggYYVr9TdxM_s1Cac5McNcOQ---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/65/1e/1345230699_9595993255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 626px" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggYYVr9TdxM_s1Cac5McNcOQ---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/65/1e/1345230699_9595993255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7509398278219815425?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7509398278219815425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7509398278219815425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7509398278219815425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7509398278219815425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2958640109036131174</id><published>2010-02-23T22:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:09:46.693-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Lunch</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe my morning didn't go so well. But my lunch couldn't have been better. Found just the book I was looking for at &lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/"&gt;Borders&lt;/a&gt; and the most scrumptious White Chocolate Mocha Latte. YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xgp715i1I/AAAAAAAAC0w/g1fGDqexQkc/s1600-h/IMG00313-20100223-1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448335922766121810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xgp715i1I/AAAAAAAAC0w/g1fGDqexQkc/s320/IMG00313-20100223-1256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2958640109036131174?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2958640109036131174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2958640109036131174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2958640109036131174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2958640109036131174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-lunch.html' title='The Perfect Lunch'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xgp715i1I/AAAAAAAAC0w/g1fGDqexQkc/s72-c/IMG00313-20100223-1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1287184787707372739</id><published>2010-02-23T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:40:35.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>My Tyical Morning</title><content type='html'>A little creamer in my coffee . . . literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xabNDhCmI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/zsJQTzLJPTo/s1600-h/IMG00312-20100223-0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448329072618834530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xabNDhCmI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/zsJQTzLJPTo/s320/IMG00312-20100223-0803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1287184787707372739?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1287184787707372739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1287184787707372739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1287184787707372739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1287184787707372739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tyical-morning.html' title='My Tyical Morning'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xabNDhCmI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/zsJQTzLJPTo/s72-c/IMG00312-20100223-0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8293383611729408967</id><published>2010-02-13T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:10:27.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><title type='text'>Pizza! Pizza!</title><content type='html'>We got a new place to get dinner from! Yum! Haven't tried this new one yet, but we love us some Little Caesars! And who knew Little Caesar was so cute?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S4GRzy3idqI/AAAAAAAAC0I/jZ6bMsVankY/s1600-h/DSC03457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440790143854343842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S4GRzy3idqI/AAAAAAAAC0I/jZ6bMsVankY/s320/DSC03457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8293383611729408967?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8293383611729408967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8293383611729408967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8293383611729408967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8293383611729408967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/pizza-pizza.html' title='Pizza! Pizza!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S4GRzy3idqI/AAAAAAAAC0I/jZ6bMsVankY/s72-c/DSC03457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8951683426385551171</id><published>2010-02-08T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:36:34.458-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Super Bowl Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IV--ISqrMLs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IV--ISqrMLs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8951683426385551171?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8951683426385551171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8951683426385551171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8951683426385551171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8951683426385551171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-super-bowl-ad.html' title='My Favorite Super Bowl Ad'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2969620362751047981</id><published>2010-01-19T21:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:57:48.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>The Power of A Commerical</title><content type='html'>I got a new laptop . . . which I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Thank you, sweet hubby of mine! Everything is so zoom, zoom, zooom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one I got, guess why? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lp-kKrPbuLM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lp-kKrPbuLM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2969620362751047981?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2969620362751047981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2969620362751047981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2969620362751047981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2969620362751047981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-commerical.html' title='The Power of A Commerical'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2817638586163914799</id><published>2010-01-16T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:58:10.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Work'/><title type='text'>Good bye . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . formal living room Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S1Ueph3YWgI/AAAAAAAAC0A/hP5jxz2hqoI/s1600-h/DSC02656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428278624679123458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S1Ueph3YWgI/AAAAAAAAC0A/hP5jxz2hqoI/s320/DSC02656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally have started the process of getting the trees down. I have done a lot of un-decorating through the rest of the house, just been avoiding the trees. Well, now, one done . . . two to go! And it's not even February!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2817638586163914799?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2817638586163914799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2817638586163914799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2817638586163914799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2817638586163914799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-bye.html' title='Good bye . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S1Ueph3YWgI/AAAAAAAAC0A/hP5jxz2hqoI/s72-c/DSC02656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6672973363759722209</id><published>2010-01-09T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:37:00.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Oh dear!</title><content type='html'>“Dear Lord, in the past year you have taken away from favorite actor, Patrick Swayze, my favorite actress, Farrah Fawcett, my favorite musician, Michael Jackso, my favorite salesman, Billy Mays, and my favorite athlete, Chris Henry. I just wanted to let you know . . . my favorite president is Barack Obama.” :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6672973363759722209?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6672973363759722209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6672973363759722209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6672973363759722209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6672973363759722209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-347268473755679065</id><published>2010-01-02T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:14:56.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Found on Publix's shelf today . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xiERY3jEI/AAAAAAAAC04/vF6EmN2AH9s/s1600-h/IMG00247-20100102-1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448337474738162754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xiERY3jEI/AAAAAAAAC04/vF6EmN2AH9s/s320/IMG00247-20100102-1808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if only I liked frozen bananas. I tried them once and I didn't. But if I did, I would only buy Diana's Bananas, of course. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-347268473755679065?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/347268473755679065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=347268473755679065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/347268473755679065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/347268473755679065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/found-on-publixs-shelf-today.html' title='Found on Publix&apos;s shelf today . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xiERY3jEI/AAAAAAAAC04/vF6EmN2AH9s/s72-c/IMG00247-20100102-1808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6798044104307761894</id><published>2009-12-30T02:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:44:41.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Mighty Ducks Gear</title><content type='html'>I am completely excited about going to see the Anaheim Mighty Ducks next month at the Sommet Center. And though they're here to play our hometown Predators, I will be cheering for my favorite team ever. . . the Ducks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought, like any fan, I need to some team-pride attire. I began doing a little shopping on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;. And I couldn't believe what I found, well, I can. It just cracked me up! Isn't the point to proudly display your favorite team?!?! Maybe this would be appropriate for your favorite beach volleyball team, but ice hockey no less!?!?! Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be skipping the Duck panties and sticking to a warm sweatshirt or something a lot less revealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsQWefjmLI/AAAAAAAACzo/5y_Wom_MFSs/s1600-h/duck+panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420944554799110322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsQWefjmLI/AAAAAAAACzo/5y_Wom_MFSs/s320/duck+panties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6798044104307761894?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6798044104307761894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6798044104307761894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6798044104307761894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6798044104307761894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/mighty-ducks-gear.html' title='Mighty Ducks Gear'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsQWefjmLI/AAAAAAAACzo/5y_Wom_MFSs/s72-c/duck+panties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-9049700008239291116</id><published>2009-12-28T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:32:01.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>I am going to gramma</title><content type='html'>Dave was trying to get Charity to hang out with him in his office as he worked this morning and sign some Christmas thank you cards. Well, obviously it was taking a little longer than Charity wanted to give. She was ready to head down to Gramma's to begin her day of playing. Dave was on the phone and wasn't getting off fast enough. So Charity wrote him a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened as I was just leaving for work. I asked her had she finished her cards. She said no, but would do them later. She told me about the note she had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave then. I had to go check it out. Glad I did. It made my whole day. Too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsOUHkPPhI/AAAAAAAACzg/xqGxc5di_m0/s1600-h/DSC03101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420942315261738514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsOUHkPPhI/AAAAAAAACzg/xqGxc5di_m0/s320/DSC03101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-9049700008239291116?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9049700008239291116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=9049700008239291116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9049700008239291116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9049700008239291116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-gramma.html' title='I am going to gramma'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsOUHkPPhI/AAAAAAAACzg/xqGxc5di_m0/s72-c/DSC03101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8552779080899303580</id><published>2009-12-27T22:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:40:38.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good &apos;n Bad'/><title type='text'>Finally . . .</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, updated the blog. Blog is happy . . . I am happy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal for the coming year: more entries than this year (169 so far). Or at least more consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, may 2010 be your best year yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8552779080899303580?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8552779080899303580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8552779080899303580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8552779080899303580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8552779080899303580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title='Finally . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1577942369200806646</id><published>2009-12-17T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:03:55.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas . . .</title><content type='html'>is my one front tooth! That my Mom knocked out with her bum (as we were playing walking up the stairs from Gramma's) and I swallowed. Ut-0h!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xfOJXtKWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/ZKrT5DZvuMA/s1600-h/IMG00013-20091217-1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448334345849612642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xfOJXtKWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/ZKrT5DZvuMA/s320/IMG00013-20091217-1912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hope the tooth fairy still knows to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1577942369200806646?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1577942369200806646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1577942369200806646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1577942369200806646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1577942369200806646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/S5xfOJXtKWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/ZKrT5DZvuMA/s72-c/IMG00013-20091217-1912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5804503760516797364</id><published>2009-12-14T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:57:05.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Santa Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>A friend gave this little guy to me as hostess gift. She said is was "just for fun". I decided he belonged in our master bath since it lacks any signs that it's even Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time I'm in there, I smile. I don't know, he's just cute and brings cheer to an otherwise boring room. Thanks, Mysty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsTM3z4lhI/AAAAAAAACz4/J9s_wdAFV6M/s1600-h/DSC03106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420947688331449874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsTM3z4lhI/AAAAAAAACz4/J9s_wdAFV6M/s320/DSC03106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5804503760516797364?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5804503760516797364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5804503760516797364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5804503760516797364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5804503760516797364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-makes-me-smile.html' title='Santa Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzsTM3z4lhI/AAAAAAAACz4/J9s_wdAFV6M/s72-c/DSC03106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-9184752343445448989</id><published>2009-12-12T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:44:14.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Parties!</title><content type='html'>It was a busy, busy Saturday. Started the day with a Girl Scout cookie party this morning, then I had a choir clinic at noon for a few hours and then Charity had her annual party at Mysty's with her friends! Mysty offered for Charity to ride to Ashland City with her since she was here for the choir clinic. I thought she'd never agreed, but she was so excited. She could hardly wait! What fun! At 6, she's learning how much fun the holidays can be especially sharing time with the ones you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some shots from the this morning's Girl Scout party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWSMykbI/AAAAAAAACzI/94HM9-WKIe8/s1600-h/DSC02604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420155102150431154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWSMykbI/AAAAAAAACzI/94HM9-WKIe8/s320/DSC02604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing a craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWIbV3QI/AAAAAAAACzA/0bVUzSU6-Xk/s1600-h/DSC02603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420155099527109890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWIbV3QI/AAAAAAAACzA/0bVUzSU6-Xk/s320/DSC02603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the loot! :P Yum, yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWoRsQdI/AAAAAAAACzQ/fa31qConOj0/s1600-h/DSC02612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420155108076569042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWoRsQdI/AAAAAAAACzQ/fa31qConOj0/s320/DSC02612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-9184752343445448989?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9184752343445448989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=9184752343445448989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9184752343445448989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9184752343445448989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-parties.html' title='Christmas Parties!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SzhCWSMykbI/AAAAAAAACzI/94HM9-WKIe8/s72-c/DSC02604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-8753730685360282330</id><published>2009-11-06T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:24:39.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>The Story of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SwAA9N7psiI/AAAAAAAACyo/UbKi4-RGCmI/s1600-h/dinosaurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404320604556472866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SwAA9N7psiI/AAAAAAAACyo/UbKi4-RGCmI/s320/dinosaurs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-8753730685360282330?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8753730685360282330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=8753730685360282330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8753730685360282330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/8753730685360282330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-of-my-life.html' title='The Story of my Life'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SwAA9N7psiI/AAAAAAAACyo/UbKi4-RGCmI/s72-c/dinosaurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-3811301290735233389</id><published>2009-11-03T02:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:17:56.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Mills</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my little sister, Katie who was married this past weekend to Jason Mills. And of course, Raistlin, the center of it all! Such a cute family. It tears me up that I couldn't be there to celebrate her happy day with her. She was sooo beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Katie, Jason and Raistlin Mills ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_mHTzsvEI/AAAAAAAACxY/Se6Yhc8BBWo/s1600-h/Katie+-+Jason%27s+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399787491491101762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_mHTzsvEI/AAAAAAAACxY/Se6Yhc8BBWo/s400/Katie+-+Jason%27s+Wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you guys and God bless your marriage for always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-3811301290735233389?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3811301290735233389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=3811301290735233389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3811301290735233389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/3811301290735233389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/mr-and-mrs-mills.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Mills'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_mHTzsvEI/AAAAAAAACxY/Se6Yhc8BBWo/s72-c/Katie+-+Jason%27s+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-150721221424224747</id><published>2009-10-31T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:32:26.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>All Treats . . . No Tricks!</title><content type='html'>My beautiful princess ballerina: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntVaT2yI/AAAAAAAACxg/Jrd76tLhR7g/s1600-h/DSC02157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399789244268141346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntVaT2yI/AAAAAAAACxg/Jrd76tLhR7g/s320/DSC02157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed off for some treats, but first a present from Gramma! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntk-ysYI/AAAAAAAACxw/eiFVrKvXvoo/s1600-h/DSC02160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399789248447689090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntk-ysYI/AAAAAAAACxw/eiFVrKvXvoo/s320/DSC02160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntRhLsJI/AAAAAAAACxo/AdE2s5cWg3M/s1600-h/DSC02159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399789243223224466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntRhLsJI/AAAAAAAACxo/AdE2s5cWg3M/s320/DSC02159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the night . . . with a rather full sack, ripped handles and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntrwgqEI/AAAAAAAACx4/CqQyT-6UUiU/s1600-h/DSC02179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399789250266835010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntrwgqEI/AAAAAAAACx4/CqQyT-6UUiU/s320/DSC02179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at home, handing out candy with Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocB0EAtI/AAAAAAAACyQ/T8B8WdqxViw/s1600-h/DSC02190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790046461297362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocB0EAtI/AAAAAAAACyQ/T8B8WdqxViw/s320/DSC02190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ob4sxFeI/AAAAAAAACyI/cHU4MRLF_EM/s1600-h/DSC02189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790044014777826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ob4sxFeI/AAAAAAAACyI/cHU4MRLF_EM/s320/DSC02189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patiently waiting for the next trick or treat-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_nt7xvaaI/AAAAAAAACyA/e8ZW5DYOa28/s1600-h/DSC02188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399789254566963618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_nt7xvaaI/AAAAAAAACyA/e8ZW5DYOa28/s320/DSC02188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stash!!  . . . Oh dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocUiGXpI/AAAAAAAACyY/NEwXkHfn8Z0/s1600-h/DSC02197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790051486228114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocUiGXpI/AAAAAAAACyY/NEwXkHfn8Z0/s320/DSC02197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggin' in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocVnV93I/AAAAAAAACyg/NUYeWm_HDOE/s1600-h/DSC02198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790051776657266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ocVnV93I/AAAAAAAACyg/NUYeWm_HDOE/s320/DSC02198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7055639864495846080-150721221424224747?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/150721221424224747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=150721221424224747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/150721221424224747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/150721221424224747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-treats-no-tricks.html' title='All Treats . . . No Tricks!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Su_ntVaT2yI/AAAAAAAACxg/Jrd76tLhR7g/s72-c/DSC02157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2191597173172189303</id><published>2009-10-25T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:59:32.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family Church</title><content type='html'>Due to marriage retreat this weekend, our church changed it's normal service schedule to one 2pm service. It's nice to sleep in and when we have choir, I usually will just attend the afternoon service. But since there was no choir, I decided Charity and I would attend Asian service with Dave this morning, since that service time doesn't change due to their work schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready this morning, Charity pointed out, "Oh, it's nice. We're going to church as a family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such mixed feelings about this. I usually leave early for choir and Dave leaves following me and picks people up, all good things. Charity usually rides with Gramma. We get there at different times, for different things. Once service is dismissed, Charity and I head home with Gramma, waiting well into the afternoon for Dave to get home. It's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoyed the nice change today . . . as a family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2191597173172189303?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2191597173172189303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2191597173172189303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2191597173172189303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2191597173172189303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-church.html' title='Family Church'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-354190240966745757</id><published>2009-10-24T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:23:32.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Trip'/><title type='text'>Fun and Fall just go together!</title><content type='html'>So on this chilly, willy Saturday we headed to Eagleville, TN to &lt;a href="http://www.luckyladdfarms.com/"&gt;Lucky Ladd Farms&lt;/a&gt;. Though it was cold, we survived and had a fun day. Even finding a new little deli chain on the way home. &lt;a href="http://www.lennys.com/"&gt;Lenny's&lt;/a&gt;. Was pretty yummy, little pricey. Home in time to relax and enjoy some movies. Ahhhh, weekends rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity patiently waiting to get to the farm . . . sort of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqmKfLN_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/tYswXKXjTXI/s1600-h/DSC01930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118407332804594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqmKfLN_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/tYswXKXjTXI/s320/DSC01930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpi9Ek9ZI/AAAAAAAACvA/XvZD3StpWF8/s1600-h/DSC02015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117252680349074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpi9Ek9ZI/AAAAAAAACvA/XvZD3StpWF8/s320/DSC02015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn maze was very, VERY muddy. Charity lost her shoe more than once. So I ended up carrying her shoes and Daddy got her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqlkQuA3I/AAAAAAAACxA/BBbZHoMsiH4/s1600-h/DSC01935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118397071623026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqlkQuA3I/AAAAAAAACxA/BBbZHoMsiH4/s320/DSC01935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pink pig . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqlei9ixI/AAAAAAAACww/Ik1ttcnP-PI/s1600-h/DSC01938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118395537525522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqlei9ixI/AAAAAAAACww/Ik1ttcnP-PI/s320/DSC01938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a black pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZql0YZFQI/AAAAAAAACxI/bOGXiLzXisA/s1600-h/DSC01932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118401398772994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZql0YZFQI/AAAAAAAACxI/bOGXiLzXisA/s320/DSC01932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqULEgx5I/AAAAAAAACwo/l5qhae8PcXA/s1600-h/DSC01939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118098251761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqULEgx5I/AAAAAAAACwo/l5qhae8PcXA/s320/DSC01939.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTwIpI-I/AAAAAAAACwg/JV0_ZZ0yM0Y/s1600-h/DSC01940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118091021329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTwIpI-I/AAAAAAAACwg/JV0_ZZ0yM0Y/s320/DSC01940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqliDWnqI/AAAAAAAACw4/jh_JOWuTcTA/s1600-h/DSC01936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118396478693026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqliDWnqI/AAAAAAAACw4/jh_JOWuTcTA/s320/DSC01936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjQyGihI/AAAAAAAACvQ/iXwCrYl7KpU/s1600-h/DSC02006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117257971567122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjQyGihI/AAAAAAAACvQ/iXwCrYl7KpU/s320/DSC02006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lassoing a bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTqlPTII/AAAAAAAACwY/HWA0mbUpsJw/s1600-h/DSC01956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118089530657922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTqlPTII/AAAAAAAACwY/HWA0mbUpsJw/s320/DSC01956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a ride on a very small tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118086962138978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqThA2z2I/AAAAAAAACwQ/JKz2sS8CXF8/s320/DSC01960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of a big hay stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTXGO8LI/AAAAAAAACwI/EgCeJaHhACU/s1600-h/DSC01963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118084300337330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqTXGO8LI/AAAAAAAACwI/EgCeJaHhACU/s320/DSC01963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petting zoo . . . hopefully not picking up anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp7IxwgPI/AAAAAAAACwA/erBtYxu8c6w/s1600-h/DSC01996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117668139499762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp7IxwgPI/AAAAAAAACwA/erBtYxu8c6w/s320/DSC01996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love these woolly guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpixWA_4I/AAAAAAAACu4/7JbztPrFUkY/s1600-h/DSC01998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117249532264322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpixWA_4I/AAAAAAAACu4/7JbztPrFUkY/s320/DSC01998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this big polka-dotted caterpillar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6-bkg_I/AAAAAAAACvw/yFRryH2E5Tk/s1600-h/DSC01974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117665362084850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6-bkg_I/AAAAAAAACvw/yFRryH2E5Tk/s320/DSC01974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6p-qM_I/AAAAAAAACvg/1qFMPW401Ho/s1600-h/DSC01973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117659872113650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6p-qM_I/AAAAAAAACvg/1qFMPW401Ho/s320/DSC01973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp7HY-gSI/AAAAAAAACv4/B9jn3mAhCZM/s1600-h/DSC01977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117667767124258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp7HY-gSI/AAAAAAAACv4/B9jn3mAhCZM/s320/DSC01977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad ~ by Charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6u3bV2I/AAAAAAAACvo/lBnWmcHRooc/s1600-h/DSC01975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117661183956834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZp6u3bV2I/AAAAAAAACvo/lBnWmcHRooc/s320/DSC01975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjVAGlqI/AAAAAAAACvY/AhhsKqyWTA4/s1600-h/DSC02007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117259104032418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjVAGlqI/AAAAAAAACvY/AhhsKqyWTA4/s320/DSC02007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjJZ1_KI/AAAAAAAACvI/GvwQIpI8CCk/s1600-h/DSC02005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397117255990770850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZpjJZ1_KI/AAAAAAAACvI/GvwQIpI8CCk/s320/DSC02005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-354190240966745757?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/354190240966745757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=354190240966745757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/354190240966745757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/354190240966745757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-and-fall-just-go-together.html' title='Fun and Fall just go together!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SuZqmKfLN_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/tYswXKXjTXI/s72-c/DSC01930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1562727427617752665</id><published>2009-10-22T19:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:34:35.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Getting to know me . . .</title><content type='html'>They made us do this little questionnaire at work today. I figured since I never blog anymore, I add it here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting to Know A Nashville Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Where was your birthplace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Foxboro, MA GO PATS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Give a description of your first job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ A cashier at one of the more popular fast-food chain, taking orders, wiping trays, and cleaning the lobby countless times a day. Yeah, that didn’t last long. I started dating my manager and he fired me. But it was all good, we later married and now he’s doing all the “order-taking, tray-wiping and lobby-cleaning! Ha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What was your most recent job before TALX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A concierge/personal assistant for various rich people of Nashville. A typical day would include hanging expensive art while Kyle Petty lies on his sofa singing country songs at the top of his lungs. Very interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. What hobbies/activities do you enjoy in your free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Can someone tell me what free time is?!?! This is what I do in my free time . . . WORK. My first job is Mommy, so I opt to work in my “free time” so my daughter can go to private school . . . she better thank me one day!! But when I don’t feel like sleeping at night, I love to blog and scrapblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What is your favorite vacation place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Maine, not only is it THE Vacationland, but its where a lot of my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Name one thing about you that most people would not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ I grew up in Maine without indoor plumbing for a few early years of my life. Believe it or not, I know how to rough it.&lt;br /&gt;~ I never, ever drive on the interstate anywhere. It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Sweet Tomatoes and Jason’s Deli. I ♥ salads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. What is your favorite queue and why? Be creative. &lt;&lt;em&gt;work thing&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ What is a queue? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Do you have any kids or pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A 6 year-old daughter, Charity Lynn, who has a hermit crab named Ethel. She’s da’ bomb, Charity not the crab. The crab’s just dumb and the only pet her OCD parents would let her have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Not a nickname, per se, but AKA: Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1562727427617752665?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1562727427617752665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1562727427617752665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1562727427617752665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1562727427617752665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-to-know-me.html' title='Getting to know me . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2006518589518228621</id><published>2009-10-19T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:48:12.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Quite A Catch</title><content type='html'>Dave and Charity went fishing today, didn't have much luck getting any fish, but found a very large live clam on a nearby rock. And so it came home . . . not sure the smartest of ideas. But it's Charity new pet for the meantime and then it will be her next craft project. She can't wait to paint the shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Girl Scout *&lt;em&gt;she's never been real creative in the name department!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/St1KqSpiegI/AAAAAAAACuo/oMXbVEhiTCI/s1600-h/Charity+%26+Clam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394550019080747522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/St1KqSpiegI/AAAAAAAACuo/oMXbVEhiTCI/s320/Charity+%26+Clam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/St1Kq81tECI/AAAAAAAACuw/mmjAHSpeNpY/s1600-h/Clam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394550030406062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/St1Kq81tECI/AAAAAAAACuw/mmjAHSpeNpY/s320/Clam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2006518589518228621?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2006518589518228621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2006518589518228621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2006518589518228621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2006518589518228621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/quite-catch.html' title='Quite A Catch'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/St1KqSpiegI/AAAAAAAACuo/oMXbVEhiTCI/s72-c/Charity+%26+Clam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6015912036061339673</id><published>2009-10-16T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:29:14.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Swine flu has gotten a bit out of hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stq1F_4y_UI/AAAAAAAACug/XdrAgcSjj7c/s1600-h/Swine+flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393822618383220034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stq1F_4y_UI/AAAAAAAACug/XdrAgcSjj7c/s400/Swine+flu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6015912036061339673?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6015912036061339673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6015912036061339673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6015912036061339673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6015912036061339673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu-has-gotten-bit-out-of-hand.html' title='Swine flu has gotten a bit out of hand.'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stq1F_4y_UI/AAAAAAAACug/XdrAgcSjj7c/s72-c/Swine+flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1897050707719537893</id><published>2009-10-14T23:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:52:45.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Help Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3339000820_a4bcdc8b3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3339000820_a4bcdc8b3c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bowl%20of%20ice%20cream" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess I was taking too long to get downstairs and get Charity the bowl of ice cream she requested for dessert this evening. So she took it upon herself to get it. She amazed me! Not that I didn't think she could do it, she just never has. Got the bowl, spoon, scoop and ice cream. Even putting the ice cream away and rinsing off the scoop! Yep, even today we're still celebrating first. It's so nice how big and independent she's getting, but at the same time growing up soooo fast. You could say it's a mixed bowl of emotions for me as she gets her own bowl of ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1897050707719537893?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1897050707719537893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1897050707719537893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1897050707719537893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1897050707719537893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-yourself.html' title='Help Yourself'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3339000820_a4bcdc8b3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1205534473689224969</id><published>2009-10-12T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:25:37.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><title type='text'>Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>I miss my blog soooo much. I can barely visit &lt;a href="http://www.3cookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.3cookies.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; without nearly crying. :'( Life is just so busy. Work takes up too much time. And the few hours I'm at home don't allow for much beside housework and sleeping. Add extra-curricular activities, like church and school functions and you end up with 3 posts a month. Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to stop by and gripe. That's why it's probably best I stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week offers no exception. Very busy. Lots of cleaning and errands getting ready for Grumpy and Meme's visit this weekend. Should be fun! And then next week's Fall Break. Yay! It will be nice to have a break from the school routine. And Dave has Monday and Tuesday off. Wish I did, too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed for now. See you in November! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1205534473689224969?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1205534473689224969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1205534473689224969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1205534473689224969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1205534473689224969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-friends.html' title='Lost Friends'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6052210215044200109</id><published>2009-10-08T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:53:52.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>My Lil' Daisy Girl Scout</title><content type='html'>Sporting her smock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stqr4aFWoVI/AAAAAAAACtw/y4F6qbT2Bwc/s1600-h/IMG00144-20091008-1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393812489292390738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stqr4aFWoVI/AAAAAAAACtw/y4F6qbT2Bwc/s320/IMG00144-20091008-1637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stqr4ODQFXI/AAAAAAAACto/n5f806oq2ak/s1600-h/IMG00143-20091008-1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she got a shirt today to wear to outings with her troop. I'm so happy she actually does love Girl Scouts and looks forward to the 2nd Tuesday of the month. Yay for GS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/StqtE8d1_FI/AAAAAAAACuY/Tvmr9dCmf5Y/s1600-h/IMG00145-20091008-1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393813804191972434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/StqtE8d1_FI/AAAAAAAACuY/Tvmr9dCmf5Y/s320/IMG00145-20091008-1639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-6052210215044200109?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6052210215044200109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6052210215044200109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6052210215044200109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6052210215044200109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lil-daisy-girl-scout.html' title='My Lil&apos; Daisy Girl Scout'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Stqr4aFWoVI/AAAAAAAACtw/y4F6qbT2Bwc/s72-c/IMG00144-20091008-1637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5800244820722983839</id><published>2009-09-30T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:40:08.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>Faith Like a Child</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I try. And with a name like mine, I have no excuse. But for some unknown reason, I gave in and did something I don't usually do. I agreed to bring a meal to a brand new mommy and daddy. Poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started today with a six hour worked day. Rushed from there to meet Charity at her doctor's for her yearly check-up and then home to whip up their meal up. I had already done some preparation last night so I didn't figure it wouldn't be a big deal. Threw my spaghetti pie together. Put the salad and bread in a bag and headed to bring them their dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well, dropped it off. They were thankful. I met their little guy - it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I got home. And discovered that layer #2 that goes between the noodles and sauce in my spaghetti pie was still sitting in the fridge! Uuuugggg! :( I was so upset. If you're not familiar with spaghetti pie, if would be like leaving the ricotta out of lasagna. Oh my!! Probably not the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; thing, I could have done, but it's pretty bad. And in my eyes - just horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor folks. I was feeling so awful. Moaning and complaining at what an awful cook I am. When Charity injected, "Mom, it's fine. God can reach in the fridge and put it in for you." I must have had a look of disbelief on my face because she continued, "He's God. He can do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her! It took me awhile, but eventually I took on her faithful spirit and believed that only God &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; fix the mistake I'd made or at least make it taste edible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's God! He can do anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 18:14 ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Is any thing too hard for the LORD?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5800244820722983839?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5800244820722983839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5800244820722983839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5800244820722983839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5800244820722983839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith Like a Child'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4761223800139288406</id><published>2009-09-25T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:27:49.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>In the Hood[ie]</title><content type='html'>Charity got her much anticipated school hoodie today. You know she loved it when she wore it most of the day and the low was in the 70's. Really not hoodie weather yet. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2cmMlCe0I/AAAAAAAACr4/rctuKwKPqnE/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385632909430520642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2cmMlCe0I/AAAAAAAACr4/rctuKwKPqnE/s320/DSC01763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenient for listening to one's "ipod".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2cltSqbLI/AAAAAAAACrw/So61G153Zn8/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385632901031947442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2cltSqbLI/AAAAAAAACrw/So61G153Zn8/s320/DSC01762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough pictures, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2clJSYEcI/AAAAAAAACro/C5wb69QQK7A/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385632891367068098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2clJSYEcI/AAAAAAAACro/C5wb69QQK7A/s320/DSC01759.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/7055639864495846080-4761223800139288406?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4761223800139288406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4761223800139288406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4761223800139288406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4761223800139288406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-hoodie.html' title='In the Hood[ie]'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2cmMlCe0I/AAAAAAAACr4/rctuKwKPqnE/s72-c/DSC01763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1839180631028875129</id><published>2009-09-24T22:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:39:06.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Heaven is Blessed Today</title><content type='html'>. . . in it's new angel. But we here on earth will mourn a great loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is so full of questions. Why Violet left us so early is the one that is perplexing my mind this evening. She was an amazing lady. She has a family, loving husband, young daughter and a son. I first met Violet helping out with weddings at First Church and learned so much from her. She was so extremely talented. She battled cancer for a few years now. Her fight ended today. I'm sure she's celebrating her win tonight around the throne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet, you will be so missed. Your faith in God and courage through this was remarkable. You lit up the room with your positive attitude. I am blessed to have known you, learned from you and called you a friend even if for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember the Bockhouse family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet and her husband, Chuck, finishing final preparations for a wedding at First Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxJI9trV1I/AAAAAAAACqo/bJAPPZFFdiw/s1600-h/100_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385259672782198610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxJI9trV1I/AAAAAAAACqo/bJAPPZFFdiw/s400/100_3455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Party 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxHnicpQYI/AAAAAAAACqY/lvcOuzY_XBQ/s1600-h/100_4018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257999015690626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxHnicpQYI/AAAAAAAACqY/lvcOuzY_XBQ/s400/100_4018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetfest 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKikEPkLI/AAAAAAAACrA/UlVdG69QmI0/s1600-h/100_7308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385261212085751986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKikEPkLI/AAAAAAAACrA/UlVdG69QmI0/s400/100_7308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKiEYZLfI/AAAAAAAACq4/f5UVSt6fcew/s1600-h/100_7305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385261203580333554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKiEYZLfI/AAAAAAAACq4/f5UVSt6fcew/s400/100_7305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Lexi, she lost her mommy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxISt-sHyI/AAAAAAAACqg/gxRHpI9-gz8/s1600-h/100_4873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385258740845649698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxISt-sHyI/AAAAAAAACqg/gxRHpI9-gz8/s400/100_4873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxHnZyl_2I/AAAAAAAACqQ/1yeeoPSho1I/s1600-h/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257996691832674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxHnZyl_2I/AAAAAAAACqQ/1yeeoPSho1I/s400/100_1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Night at First Church won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKhr6m5SI/AAAAAAAACqw/gwWFjJ03PBg/s1600-h/100_4450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385261197012952354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxKhr6m5SI/AAAAAAAACqw/gwWFjJ03PBg/s400/100_4450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b-0.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs245.snc1/9229_160230285762_623915762_4170969_8203890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1839180631028875129?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1839180631028875129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1839180631028875129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1839180631028875129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1839180631028875129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/heaven-is-blessed-today.html' title='Heaven is Blessed Today'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SrxJI9trV1I/AAAAAAAACqo/bJAPPZFFdiw/s72-c/100_3455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4869350028098883297</id><published>2009-09-22T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:51:20.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>It's here . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20fall" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 215px" border="0" alt="Happy Fall Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m404/BusyMom5x/Fall-1.jpg" width="270" height="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that beautiful time of year again! I love it! And we always have lots of fun {extra} activities planned. Oh! Yay! I love Fall! And even more amazing . . . I got the blog background changed on schedule. This is AMAZING!! Not two months too late. I still need to do the header, so consider this blog still "&lt;em&gt;under construction&lt;/em&gt;". But I just had to stop by and wish everyone a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FALL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4869350028098883297?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4869350028098883297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4869350028098883297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4869350028098883297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4869350028098883297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here . . .'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7929227948070928320</id><published>2009-09-19T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:42:14.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Scrumptious Saturday</title><content type='html'>One lazy Saturday AM, Charity and I whipped up some pancakes. Ahhhh, good times, yummy eats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2R7Z_AB-I/AAAAAAAACrI/S5qQ3CwLXMo/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621179178420194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2R7Z_AB-I/AAAAAAAACrI/S5qQ3CwLXMo/s320/DSC01701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip . . . plenty for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2UcGLQ-SI/AAAAAAAACrY/5eOJKDRg6ts/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385623939820091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2UcGLQ-SI/AAAAAAAACrY/5eOJKDRg6ts/s320/DSC01703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this place {&lt;a href="http://thefriendlytoast.net/"&gt;The Friendly Toast&lt;/a&gt;} Dave's cousin mentioned on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; that has Heath Bar and Almond Joy pancakes inspired me to make some with mini Reese's PB cups and rainbow sprinkles. You can't mess up a pancake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2UcftkJZI/AAAAAAAACrg/sgXuqeITxEU/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385623946674840978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2UcftkJZI/AAAAAAAACrg/sgXuqeITxEU/s320/DSC01705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity loved the pretty sprinkle ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2R7zWxL1I/AAAAAAAACrQ/hmZWehgdX3o/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621185988996946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2R7zWxL1I/AAAAAAAACrQ/hmZWehgdX3o/s320/DSC01709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved sharing a Saturday morning with my daughter. xo xo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7929227948070928320?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7929227948070928320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7929227948070928320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7929227948070928320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7929227948070928320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrumptious-saturday.html' title='Scrumptious Saturday'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr2R7Z_AB-I/AAAAAAAACrI/S5qQ3CwLXMo/s72-c/DSC01701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-6520034958471151770</id><published>2009-09-19T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:41:59.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>1st Girl Scout Outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;@ the Skate Center . . . playing games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UEfK7bkI/AAAAAAAACtI/F0aE2AZzicE/s1600-h/DSC01719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764271701061186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UEfK7bkI/AAAAAAAACtI/F0aE2AZzicE/s320/DSC01719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UD7UxJBI/AAAAAAAACtA/tee44mdnTkc/s1600-h/DSC01720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764262078653458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UD7UxJBI/AAAAAAAACtA/tee44mdnTkc/s320/DSC01720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity and Macy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UDmVmhjI/AAAAAAAACs4/KkKPcqot7iM/s1600-h/DSC01723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764256445007410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UDmVmhjI/AAAAAAAACs4/KkKPcqot7iM/s320/DSC01723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on the skates, but a little to scared for the "real" skate floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4V_ssBROI/AAAAAAAACtY/K6imf7u2Zlw/s1600-h/DSC01712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385766388453426402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4V_ssBROI/AAAAAAAACtY/K6imf7u2Zlw/s320/DSC01712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she was brave enough with a little encouragement. But it's not as easy as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UDeLkSnI/AAAAAAAACsw/ZJx03qKQuik/s1600-h/DSC01726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764254255434354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UDeLkSnI/AAAAAAAACsw/ZJx03qKQuik/s320/DSC01726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SKdSQQWI/AAAAAAAACsA/ukx_IVwIfxA/s1600-h/DSC01727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762175250874722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SKdSQQWI/AAAAAAAACsA/ukx_IVwIfxA/s320/DSC01727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to get the swing of things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SKhaYwcI/AAAAAAAACsI/dFnx2vJa64s/s1600-h/DSC01731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762176358728130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SKhaYwcI/AAAAAAAACsI/dFnx2vJa64s/s320/DSC01731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rest of the shots are so blurry, since I couldn't get her to slow down! She was off . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UCxbnttI/AAAAAAAACso/MCIf1lgF7HU/s1600-h/DSC01740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764242243172050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UCxbnttI/AAAAAAAACso/MCIf1lgF7HU/s320/DSC01740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of her. She was scared at first, but pushed through and went around and around the rink, even with numerous falls. She was a little skating trouper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SLXsrPdI/AAAAAAAACsY/ut_ESbZTQUE/s1600-h/DSC01742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762190930951634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SLXsrPdI/AAAAAAAACsY/ut_ESbZTQUE/s320/DSC01742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SL6JZn0I/AAAAAAAACsg/KpxdH6WBCEg/s1600-h/DSC01754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385762200178237250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4SL6JZn0I/AAAAAAAACsg/KpxdH6WBCEg/s320/DSC01754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daisy Girl Scout Friends ~ Charity and Macy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4V_ZgxS9I/AAAAAAAACtQ/bcl41zUF67E/s1600-h/DSC01716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385766383305968594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4V_ZgxS9I/AAAAAAAACtQ/bcl41zUF67E/s320/DSC01716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7055639864495846080-6520034958471151770?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6520034958471151770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=6520034958471151770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6520034958471151770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/6520034958471151770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-girl-scout-outing.html' title='1st Girl Scout Outing!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Sr4UEfK7bkI/AAAAAAAACtI/F0aE2AZzicE/s72-c/DSC01719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-1737916360212300895</id><published>2009-09-14T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:21:41.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>She's so Funny!!</title><content type='html'>Due to parent/teacher meetings tomorrow, Charity has a day off from school. Tonight as she pondered what she'd do with her free time, in her most facetious voice possible, says, "Raise your hand if you have to go work or school tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I looked at each other rolling our eyes and raised our hands as she kept hers pressed to her lap and begins laughing hysterically. Funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bugger!! But even at a young age, she knows how great a day off is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-1737916360212300895?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1737916360212300895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=1737916360212300895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1737916360212300895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/1737916360212300895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-so-funny.html' title='She&apos;s so Funny!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-4309678122193975321</id><published>2009-09-10T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:11:06.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Kids Need Tags</title><content type='html'>Charity had her first girl scout meeting today. From what I can tell (Dave picked her up) there's only one other girl in her Daisy division. But they are involved with the Brownies, so events won't be so small. She really enjoyed it and liked getting her new handbook, smock and the bag of badges Mom gets to iron on. Oh, what fun!! :) It's worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first activity is planned for a skate and pizza party in a few weeks. She's so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are too. It's so nice to see her getting out and enjoying something with girls her age. I've always encouraged [made] her to do some sort of activity. We've tried gymnastics, ballet and she's even doing her second year of cheer leading. But there always seem to be a struggle. But with girl scout she's barely had one bit of resistance. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been six years, but I think I'm finally figuring her out! Now, why didn't she come with a little tag: &lt;em&gt;Doesn't like Gymnastics. Ballet's not really my thing. I love girl scouts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, kids need to come with these things. 'Cause we sure would like to know which foods she likes to eat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-4309678122193975321?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4309678122193975321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=4309678122193975321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4309678122193975321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/4309678122193975321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-need-tags.html' title='Kids Need Tags'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2918047036320555353</id><published>2009-09-07T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:25:34.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>The Benefit of Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac172/SimpliStaci/Thanksgiving%20Decor/CornucopiaBasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac172/SimpliStaci/Thanksgiving%20Decor/CornucopiaBasket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was soooo nice. I thoroughly enjoyed having an extra, no-agenda planned, day. Ahhhhh! I was able to get the house all clean on Friday night so I could enjoy this long weekend. Smart! So I thought today I would like to get out the Fall decorations. But didn't want to stress out about it if I didn't get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I did!! Yay! And just like every year prior, I hauled everything out and strew all the leaves and pumpkins, scarecrows and everything else imaginable from one side of the house to the other, with boxes and bags all over the place, and then lose steam. Uugggg! Well, Dave and Charity were having a movie marathon. I really just wanted to be with them. And as I sat there enjoying time with my family, the boxes of Fall paraphernalia haunted me. And I knew I only had one choice: finish what I started. So I did! And boy, did it feel good when I put those rubber totes back out in the garage and returned to my freshly, Fall-decorated abode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like a big deal, but I don't think I've ever taken on a this task in just one day. Usually the goods remain strewn for days as I slowly put everything in its place. Not this year. I just couldn't possibly return to work tomorrow with my nice, clean house and then, such clutter everywhere. So I got 'er done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for once, yay for work! And that it encouraged me to complete the job started. Guess it's not all bad! :) The paycheck is nice, too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2918047036320555353?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2918047036320555353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2918047036320555353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2918047036320555353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2918047036320555353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/benefit-of-working.html' title='The Benefit of Working'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac172/SimpliStaci/Thanksgiving%20Decor/th_CornucopiaBasket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7198794505291265514</id><published>2009-08-30T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:38:08.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Once a Girl Scout, Always a Girl Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Spys6kjWBkI/AAAAAAAACo4/EhsgnLDbCaM/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376362177417840194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Spys6kjWBkI/AAAAAAAACo4/EhsgnLDbCaM/s200/DSC01686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we signed Charity up for girl scouts! Yay!! I had looked for a troop for her to join last year without any luck, so when she brought a brochure home from school about a local troop that meets at her school, I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weekend wouldn't have been complete, had I not dug out my old vest and shirt . . . I save EVERYTHING. She loved looking at all the badges (the benefit of having an older sister in girl scouts!) Glad I saved it, worked great in convincing Charity she wanted to become a girl scout. She's so hesitant to do anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember how long I was a member, three years maybe? I was never a Daisy, which is what Charity's going to be. But I was a Brownie and then a Junior. Lots of fun and fond memories!! I'm glad Charity can carry on the tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To attend events and outings with the troop, the mom (or parent) must also be registered. So I had to pay my yearly membership fee and fill out the paperwork, as well. Charity, pretty much, thought this was the coolest part of the whole process. And though I don't think my shirt and vest will fit anymore, I am, however, a girl scout . . . again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7198794505291265514?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7198794505291265514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7198794505291265514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7198794505291265514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7198794505291265514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-girl-scout-always-girl-scout.html' title='Once a Girl Scout, Always a Girl Scout'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/Spys6kjWBkI/AAAAAAAACo4/EhsgnLDbCaM/s72-c/DSC01686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-9145235551052838360</id><published>2009-08-24T22:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:19:16.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Counting Sheep</title><content type='html'>Last week as I "taught" Charity how to fall asleep on her own, I told her to count sheep imagining them going over her bed. Of course, she didn't really understand what I meant. She hasn't watched as much Sesame Street as I did growing up, which, I guess, is where I learned it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her we could go online and look and see if we could find Ernie counting sheep that I used to watch when I was little. I found this one. Lovely &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;You Tube&lt;/a&gt;! I don't really remember this particular one. But it's from 1971, so it must be original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it! And made us watch it 3 times!! Hope you enjoy it as much as she did! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDgAdXTcs00&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-9145235551052838360?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9145235551052838360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=9145235551052838360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9145235551052838360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9145235551052838360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-sheep.html' title='Counting Sheep'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5789997330478604130</id><published>2009-08-18T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:59:45.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>2 In A Row!!</title><content type='html'>It's the second night of Charity sleeping on her own! Dave and I are in shock. We just sit here grinning ear to ear. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work, we headed right out and Charity picked out her first $1 treasure, a faux-hair headband. Lovely. But it's what she wanted. And she's got her eye on some lip gloss to get tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she got up a few times, but I told her tonight she's not allowed out of her bed. If she needs something, she needs to call me. Ok. So after about 5 minutes of lying there, she calls me and says, "Mom, I can't sleep. I counted 59 sheep and I'm still not asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep trying, Char."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I heard. And she's been asleep for a few hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I must go relish this lovely new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5789997330478604130?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5789997330478604130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5789997330478604130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5789997330478604130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5789997330478604130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-in-row.html' title='2 In A Row!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-5278236920254656593</id><published>2009-08-17T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:46:43.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>On Her Own . . . Finally!!</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting with bated breath . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are the first full week of school. It's Monday night and Charity was lying there still awake after being in our bed with Daddy at least 1 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upstairs discovering this and was slightly frustrated. I don't know what hit me tonight, but I felt as the time was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Charity if she would go in her bed and fall asleep on her own than tomorrow we would go to The Dollar Tree and pick out a prize, as well of every night she does this. Of course, she had mixed feelings but it's been about an hour, and I think she did it!!! I'm shocked, but ohhhh so happy. Our lives will be completely changed if she can get to sleep on her own. Dave thinks this is the best $1/a day we've ever spent!! Up until this point either Dave or I has had to lie down with her until she falls asleep, some nights this can take hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BIG!!! :) . . . now I'm just wondering why I didn't think of this sooner?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-5278236920254656593?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5278236920254656593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=5278236920254656593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5278236920254656593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/5278236920254656593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-her-own-finally.html' title='On Her Own . . . Finally!!'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-2910671334367310521</id><published>2009-08-12T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:41:40.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes?</title><content type='html'>Wow! I am amazed and so happy how excited Charity is about starting 1st grade tomorrow. She doesn't seem nervous or hesitant at all. I'm sure we'll have our "hiccups", but wow! I'm so proud of her. She even went to sleep in about 30 minutes, after a whole summer of staying up LATE. She said she couldn't wait 'til morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it helps that she knows her teacher, surroundings, her classmates, how lunch and the pick-up line works. Makes me think things will eventually get easier . . . someday! 12th grade should be a cinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now don't want to rush things. Can't believe my baby is already in 1st grade. Where have the last 6 years gone? And I couldn't be prouder of how grown-up she's become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye Summer. Hello 1st Grade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-2910671334367310521?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2910671334367310521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=2910671334367310521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2910671334367310521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/2910671334367310521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes?'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-7050246415038176307</id><published>2009-08-11T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:08:57.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mom&apos;s Fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Back to Real Life</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! Life is perfect . . . until tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from a family mini-vacation to Kentucky. 2 nights in Louisville and one at Barron River State Park in Lucas. So nice. We did all kinds of fun stuff: sight-seeing, shopping, eating, swimming, biking, more eating, horse-back riding, napping, and even more eating. It was such a great time. Perfect way to end off Charity's summer vacation as school starts Thursday. She even finished her last summer reading book report in the hotel. So we're ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's was nice to be home at a decent hour today. We went out and did some errands and got groceries for our empty cupboards. Lunch is made. Clothes are ready. Tomorrow will be my Monday. Guess I can deal with that. Then Thursday and Friday!!! Dave doesn't go back to work until Monday. Lucky Ducky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post pictures, but my computer is not cooperating in that way anymore. I have purchased an external hard drive in hopes to move everything from this thing to lighten it's load. Maybe by some small chance making it a little more operable, but we'll see. I'm not sure there's any hope for it. I hate not being able to post pics!! Arggggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my mom. She goes in for another brain surgery tomorrow in Boston. She's been having numerous seizures. So they're hoping this will help. Her faith remains strong and I know the Lord will bring her through! Love you, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-7050246415038176307?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7050246415038176307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=7050246415038176307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7050246415038176307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/7050246415038176307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh-life-is-perfect.html' title='Back to Real Life'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055639864495846080.post-9096803168413362215</id><published>2009-08-02T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:15:48.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day In The Life of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Speaks'/><title type='text'>Webcast Church</title><content type='html'>Things have been VERY hectic lately and this is an extremely busy week coming up. Sometime this working mom just can't balance it all . . . believe it or not! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Gramma's birthday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday we'll be attending &lt;a href="http://www.northamericanyouthcongress.com/"&gt;NAYC&lt;/a&gt;. And then Saturday we leave first thing in morning on our mini-vacation to Louisville. So Charity and I stayed home tonight to get caught up on a whole bunch of stuff. Charity decided she wanted to "watch" church. I love that &lt;a href="http://www.firstchurchnashville.org/"&gt;First Church&lt;/a&gt; has this option. While she watched, I kept on working. It was so nice to hear the service coming from the other room. And even more encouraging that Charity was enjoying taking it in too! What can you say about a kid that will sit and watch church?? She's the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371885583849733810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SozFeh9nvrI/AAAAAAAACow/L6Kvf4MR3jk/s320/DSC01263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055639864495846080-9096803168413362215?l=3cookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9096803168413362215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055639864495846080&amp;postID=9096803168413362215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9096803168413362215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055639864495846080/posts/default/9096803168413362215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3cookies.blogspot.com/2009/08/webcast-church.html' title='Webcast Church'/><author><name>Diana Margo Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15567406362777300857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/TAHoybAIWoI/AAAAAAAAC40/7FXZEE3o5eU/S220/DSC04039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZ48tqXx-5Q/SozFeh9nvrI/AAAAAAAACow/L6Kvf4MR3jk/s72-c/DSC01263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
