<?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-4032200517501688684</id><updated>2012-02-04T13:11:12.748-08:00</updated><category term='Best of Friends'/><category term='My Brother'/><category term='Perservering Fruits and Vegetables'/><category term='Signs Of Winter'/><category term='changing of the seasons'/><category term='Church on Sunday'/><category term='The Month of September'/><category term='Tracks In The Snow'/><category term='The Hungry Fireplace'/><category term='Families'/><category term='Hungry In The Forrest'/><category term='The Fast Runner'/><category term='Masked Bandit'/><category term='Children Of Long Ago'/><category term='A wide and long road'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='My Sister'/><category term='New Life Style'/><category term='My Friend From The Past'/><category term='The Painter'/><category term='The Laughing Deer'/><category term='One Week In The Woods'/><category term='Country Church at White Oak Lake'/><category term='Rain and the Earth'/><category term='Hole in the Moon'/><category term='Turkies in the Wild'/><category term='2 Carat Diamonds'/><category term='One Pink flower'/><category term='words are like kives they are sharp and cut deep'/><category term='Time'/><category term='starting a new year'/><category term='Time changes with age.'/><title type='text'>midlife country girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-3372791736875223787</id><published>2011-12-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:11:12.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWQsou_aQdQ/TuOSnKCogII/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ujl9zIh2bMw/s1600/100_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684548356079648898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWQsou_aQdQ/TuOSnKCogII/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ujl9zIh2bMw/s200/100_0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRWzmacNaMY/Ty2ecIPIWOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/icNsThqv05Q/s200/the%2Bridens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705390509032757474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you get older you see that life has a new meaning . The once small grand children has now become young men and women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you cherish the time that you can spend with them. Christmas has a way of bringing back the memories of them being little and the excitement they had when opening their gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the memories of your childhood and as you grew older the times you spent with your family now that time has pasted and you find life has had so many changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one is so busy that family is not important to them. Everyone busy life style puts the important things to the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you know what has happened time has past so fast that they have missed out on the most important thing , their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new year I am going to enjoy my grown up grand children , and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sounds of Christmas , and the enjoyment of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-3372791736875223787?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3372791736875223787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3372791736875223787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3372791736875223787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWQsou_aQdQ/TuOSnKCogII/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ujl9zIh2bMw/s72-c/100_0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6382542087083130109</id><published>2011-05-29T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:57:36.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>ready for vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6jiCTrXIAE/TeL5i8T-QqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/W9nf2r_d0OM/s1600/jamacia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612322464357827234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6jiCTrXIAE/TeL5i8T-QqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/W9nf2r_d0OM/s200/jamacia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it has been a long time since I have posted any thing,&lt;br /&gt;however since I went back into the job world I stay busy .School Is almost out and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;where did time go . summer Is here ,my garden id really growing now that the rain has gone away. Tom and I worked in the yard this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Planting a tree .&lt;br /&gt;I love to see things grow .&lt;br /&gt;And as i can see I will be picking squash and green beans next week.&lt;br /&gt;as we worked out side I saw stick horse cowboy out side mowing she had a lot to mow but you go girl , you did a great j0b. good to have good neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;vacationing here at our home has turned into a job trying to get a room right on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;so much that i am ready to put sand around the pool and stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , that is another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6382542087083130109?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6382542087083130109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/ready-for-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6382542087083130109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6382542087083130109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/ready-for-vacation.html' title='ready for vacation'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6jiCTrXIAE/TeL5i8T-QqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/W9nf2r_d0OM/s72-c/jamacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-2026554089568144708</id><published>2010-12-26T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:44:11.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting a new year'/><title type='text'>New Thoughts New Plans</title><content type='html'>Well here it is a new year is upon us. Time to make changes and stick with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to set new rules . Things like cooking and cleaning . Hoping that the other half that lives here will do his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell as we move into a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I went for the 5:00 AM shopping spree. Great shopping for all the gifts through out the year like birthdays and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything half price you save a bundle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-2026554089568144708?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2026554089568144708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-thoughts-new-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/2026554089568144708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/2026554089568144708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-thoughts-new-plans.html' title='New Thoughts New Plans'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-4203069216920189822</id><published>2010-09-07T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:37:48.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Month of September'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Oh the month of September. The month that tells me time marches on. The dreaded Birthday. But, my goodness I don't really know for sure what day it is on. For 50 or more years my mother always said it was the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. But, a few years ago while going t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; customs in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/span&gt; I had to have my birth certificate ,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; looking at it ,what does it say, the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;.After being pulled aside they explain that it doesn't match my drivers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;license. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahving&lt;/span&gt; to get every thing changed after getting back home. I now really don't know what day it is. Mother said my brother was born on my birthday the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. knowing mother that saved her from making two cakes . Oh well, some of my friends call me on the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and then some on the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So I enjoy getting cards and phone calls on both days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Time still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marchs&lt;/span&gt; on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having retired a year ago i find the winter is almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt; to stay home so I went to work at the school near my home I thought 4 or 5 hours a day would be great what happened to the short hours? 85 and a half in 10 days . But i can hold out till summer ,making new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; and meeting lots of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Also, bought a 4wheeler from my neighbor ,been riding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thur&lt;/span&gt; the woods and enjoy getting out I love the fall . And first gear is fast enough for me . My husband laughs at that .New adventures for me.  I love riding through the woods . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do get to see some deer.&lt;br /&gt;  How ever since I love to hunt .I know that they will be there when deer season opens.&lt;br /&gt;  Time keeps marching on.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-4203069216920189822?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4203069216920189822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4203069216920189822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4203069216920189822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-7928618768714218105</id><published>2010-08-05T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:50:40.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time changes with age.'/><title type='text'>Hurry Fall , Please Come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/TFr5zxN3uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v4kj2BTovSI/s1600/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501984562566641762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/TFr5zxN3uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v4kj2BTovSI/s200/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is about over, Time has flown by . and as I have said Time never stands still.&lt;br /&gt;this week has been a very busy week for me .I have had my great grandaughter with me .and we went shopping and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tristian likes to write and also like s to ride the four wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;After turning a certain age you find your nerves aren't as good as they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Tristian is such a good child at the age of 12 she keeps you busy . But I guess I try to keep whtch even if she goes out side to our daughters house at the front of our property I have to know that she makes it there . and constantly keeping an eye on her when she is riding in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;I love quietness. where has it gone this week? I hope to find it Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of childhood. 200.00 jeans, 40. and 50 dollar shirts and shoes !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was luckey to get onwe pair once a year.&lt;br /&gt;But time marches on and you have to change with it. But ,yet keep your values that you once were taught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-7928618768714218105?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7928618768714218105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurry-fall-please-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7928618768714218105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7928618768714218105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurry-fall-please-come.html' title='Hurry Fall , Please Come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/TFr5zxN3uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v4kj2BTovSI/s72-c/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-3887764933026497814</id><published>2010-06-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:29:04.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words are like kives they are sharp and cut deep'/><title type='text'>Unkind Words</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people just do not think when they talk .How you come across with words that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say. As I write this I think how socitity has changed . I was taught to never say any thing that would hurt someones feelings. People are so different now than when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems they can be your best friend one minute and cut you down in front of someone the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my family and their friends. It seemed that there were not any misgiving between friends of my mother and dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going and visiting with them and spend afternoons playing while they sat on the porch talking and singing songs . But, Most of all my mother and dad was always there for their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people have only one thing in mind nowdays to get what ever they can fom anyone ethey can no matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does your princples come in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have to high expections from people that are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy doing for other people and I hope that I will never be rude to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I get depressed I think of my neighbor. She has the courage of a lion and always has time to listen . She is an inperration to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retirement is not going so good and I find myself whishing I was back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To much time to think .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next inside thes 7 acres .Where are all the friends with sharp edged words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day and maybe it will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-3887764933026497814?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3887764933026497814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/unkind-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3887764933026497814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3887764933026497814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/unkind-words.html' title='Unkind Words'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-491066164346309058</id><published>2010-05-16T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:03:19.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Week In The Woods'/><title type='text'>changing of the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S_B1Tsf36AI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fuzsASHmLTY/s1600/05-16-2010+05%3B39%3B36PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472002528477964290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S_B1Tsf36AI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fuzsASHmLTY/s200/05-16-2010+05%3B39%3B36PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; well. I know now that I am not ready for the country life of living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the lake and building a log home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom took me to the lake where we were to build. We had a camper to stay in (which we had bought ) We thought the air worked( Ha ha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; )and the frig. worked ************* so after realizing that ,he bought a generator we had Lights ( oh boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after being sick the whole week I was there ,fighting the boredom, the mosquitoes, and dirt. and realizing that if we did this move I would have to be the one clearing the land and trying to build a yard as pretty as what I have now. I realized that I didn't like the woods, not to live in. If a house on a paved street comes available when we sell our home we may think about getting it. My name is not a very pleasant one right now. Tom was mad at first but after a long discussion he has changed his mind. If the Lord wants us to move there he will open the door. for us. I feel now is not the right time to make a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision on any thing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As for as moving to the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As far as retirement I don't know if I am ready for it .    And as time passes on I know I can handle each day at a time. &lt;/span&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/4032200517501688684-491066164346309058?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/491066164346309058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/changing-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/491066164346309058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/491066164346309058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/changing-of-mind.html' title='changing of the mind'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S_B1Tsf36AI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fuzsASHmLTY/s72-c/05-16-2010+05%3B39%3B36PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-9219994768404123052</id><published>2010-02-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:55:36.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friend From The Past'/><title type='text'>Going Back In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S32pOeJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tvo9hehKqhE/s1600-h/02-18-2010+02%3B53%3B01PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439689991011671138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S32pOeJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tvo9hehKqhE/s200/02-18-2010+02%3B53%3B01PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when the Phone rang,there was a strange voice on the other end. Yet the voice sounded a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;going back to my child hood when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was 15 My brother at time was 19 He was dating a young lady by the name of Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; seen.&lt;br /&gt;Her dresses was always so pretty ,at time the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kremlin&lt;/span&gt; slips were in style. her dress always stood out just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But ,not only was she pretty on the out side to me she was the nicest person I had ever met.&lt;br /&gt;My brother went into the army ,and Pat would come visit us.&lt;br /&gt;We lived in the country and in a very poor house. But ,there was a dirt road that run by the side of our house down between the fields of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cotton&lt;/span&gt; and led back very far from our home.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt; that pat would visit and we would walk that old country road.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and laughed one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we went walking and I can't remember why we were running back to the house but,Pat fell her beautiful green dress was non dirty. I don't know i remember that one incident so well.&lt;br /&gt;I often think of pat just about a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; days ago I was looking at some old pictures of Pat and myself, and my brother Glen.&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I went to the store and came home ,I saw a message light flashing on my phone but never checked it . Then the phone rang and guess who was on the other end, my friend Pat. after 54 years of thinking about her, there she was ,the pretty young lady that walked with me and laughed and talked to me that invited me to Church with her. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I know God has a way of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brighting&lt;/span&gt; your life and this is his way of helping me to never forget .&lt;br /&gt;Even though Time marches on ,we have that wonderful time when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of the puzzle from the past falls into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-9219994768404123052?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9219994768404123052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-back-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/9219994768404123052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/9219994768404123052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-back-in-time.html' title='Going Back In Time'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S32pOeJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tvo9hehKqhE/s72-c/02-18-2010+02%3B53%3B01PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6034136752186687404</id><published>2010-01-30T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:50:58.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry In The Forrest'/><title type='text'>Birds of The Forrest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S2R9JZ0jEeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/86RPe9dejSI/s1600-h/11-09-2009+02%3B25%3B07PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432604651019244002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S2R9JZ0jEeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/86RPe9dejSI/s200/11-09-2009+02%3B25%3B07PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S2R76wWByBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zfmywD1dYnY/s1600-h/PICT0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432603299855583250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S2R76wWByBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zfmywD1dYnY/s200/PICT0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter is such a difficult time for our little creatures of the Forrest. As I watch the birds as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they gather around our patio to get something to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that each and every one of the birds is special to God. I often think that we over look the beauty of each animal that he has put on this earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often think do people that live in the country realize all the bread that they throw away they could give to the birds and to the animals of the Forrest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess you think that I am old and have nothing to do but think of things  such as feeding the animals of the forest. I really do . But, I really feel for the birds and all the animals in the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have made a point today (It is Saturday) Tom is home he will have to feed the hungry fireplace today. I have grown tired of feeding it wood . I think about turning the thermostat up and forgetting the wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait till summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, if you read this I hope that you will think about feeding the birds and the animals. of the Forrest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know that Life is like a box of chocalate you never know what you may get by being kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6034136752186687404?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6034136752186687404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/birds-of-forrest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6034136752186687404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6034136752186687404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/birds-of-forrest.html' title='Birds of The Forrest'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S2R9JZ0jEeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/86RPe9dejSI/s72-c/11-09-2009+02%3B25%3B07PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6640848717794063139</id><published>2010-01-23T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:04:08.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S14E7ryNrhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sZt6TYnaQNE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430783624067526162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S14E7ryNrhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sZt6TYnaQNE/s200/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to writing again. I Find myself in a state of staying away from the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping very close to home Lots to do here. getting ready to prune the trees and berry plants also the rose bushes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been going to the Lake every week-end and working on the land there.I wonder sometimes if we really know how good we have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about all the earth quakes that this world is having and see the devastation the other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;countries are in ,I am so thankful for what I have .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have thought about vacationing this summer ,but we are going to stay close to home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the ocean, but my instints tells me to stay close to home this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been able to contact a cousin of mine that I have never met .through a niece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He raises Turkeys in the northern part of Arkansas He has 40,000 Turkeys .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what that would be like. Can you imagine the noise that they must make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure it takes a very special person to work with Turkeys and Chickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I ponder what to really do this year I realize that I have my work cut out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the lake Sunday walking over the land we now have, and I find my self wondering what kind of a house to build .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wonder how will I be able to work so close to the lake ,knowing that the fish must be biting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There surely want be any harm in slipping off to the lake just to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6640848717794063139?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6640848717794063139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-back-to-writing-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6640848717794063139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6640848717794063139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-back-to-writing-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S14E7ryNrhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sZt6TYnaQNE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-5932029492281376562</id><published>2010-01-08T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:52:10.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hungry Fireplace'/><title type='text'>The FirePlace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0dfhPnxmqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fjGmT4FqDrY/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424409300924734114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0dfhPnxmqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fjGmT4FqDrY/s200/fireplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it stands fire roaring .It steadily asking to be fed. More and more logs go inside this hungry thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big logs that should burn for hours , it seems to devour them in minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I keep this up ? will it ever slow down ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at the open doors and I think can I even put another log on the fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blaze gets larger and larger as I feed the hungry fireplace. The heat does feel good .and so warming and relaxing. But, will it ever quit being so hungry? I think as I go get in another load of wood. How much more will it eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i can tell as I sit in my office that it has gone on a strike for food that it is not putting out any heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should i just close the doors and let it starve .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more carrying in wood no more blazing fires,Can I do without the warmth it generates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guess not. Time to go get more wood.&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/4032200517501688684-5932029492281376562?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5932029492281376562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/fireplace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/5932029492281376562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/5932029492281376562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/fireplace.html' title='The FirePlace'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0dfhPnxmqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fjGmT4FqDrY/s72-c/fireplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-7150189780575763854</id><published>2009-12-27T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:38:59.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Church at White Oak Lake'/><title type='text'>Last of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0CPzKrd0sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ewbfrAFEi4/s1600-h/PICT0165+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492060556841666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0CPzKrd0sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ewbfrAFEi4/s200/PICT0165+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying farewell to 2009. Again time just keeps marching on . Things that should have been accomplished yet is still there. However there is 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dieting, exercise, making new promises hoping to keep each one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Tom and myself went up to the lake. While we were there my friend showed me a letter from one of our church members that had moved to Hot Springs. Their mother is 95 and goes to the y 3 times a week to exercise. 95!!!!! well I know with that said, I should be able to walk at least 2 miles a day ,make my self get into a fitness program.and leave all sweets alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking into the mirror, I feel there is something wrong with the glass. I think it has turned into a mirror that enlarges the image. would it be time to get a new mirror ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will wait and see if the problem will correct its self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I sang a special in Church and as I looked out into the congregation I saw People that was so happy with their lives. the look of Contentment was there. Each person showed a spirit that you do not see in churches very often. A small church, one that preaches the gospel as they did when I was growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor holds my attention as he preaches the word, and I try to soak every word in that he says. A great teacher. The congregation is so lucky to have a pastor like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as I sat by my best friends I realize how lucky I am There is a bond there that only the Lord could have put together. There are times my friend and myself think just alike and then there are times I get sick and she comes down with the same thing. we laugh and cry together and I thank God for giving me such wonderful friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will be moving even faster as the years roll by . You can't slow it down nor can you stop it for a second, all we can do is believe that God will give us the sustaining Grace to conquer all the storms that come our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I will be very likely to change in 2010 (Diet. excerise, and giving time to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-7150189780575763854?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7150189780575763854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7150189780575763854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7150189780575763854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-of-2009.html' title='Last of 2009'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/S0CPzKrd0sI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ewbfrAFEi4/s72-c/PICT0165+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6933163382875661470</id><published>2009-12-11T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:35:56.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs Of Winter'/><title type='text'>winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SyI8HIYApzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zXd94ADlQ8/s1600-h/icy_winter_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413955795257698098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SyI8HIYApzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zXd94ADlQ8/s200/icy_winter_scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well winter has set in for Ferndale Arkansas. This cold weather I do not like . Keeping the fire place going . That is so relaxing. deer hunting has slowed down due to Kidney stone and going to the Urologist.( 2 Trips already) will go back next Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did make a trip to White Oak Lake last week-end and picked out a spot to build a house in a few years. bought a camper to put on until Tom retires .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like getting up to see a flock of ducks flying over the water.How ever I can think of one thing and that is one in the oven for Christmas (at $49.00 a duck in the grocery store )I think it would taste very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will be having our Christmas dinner the 19 with our children and grandchildren only a total of eight not counting Tom and myself.Cooking the traditional fixings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for Wal-Mart bakery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure miss all my mothers cooking at holidays. I am going to get busy and make a cake for Tom to take to work for his employees and maybe some Christmas cookies.Hope that every one has a happy holiday. And stay warm by the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6933163382875661470?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6933163382875661470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6933163382875661470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6933163382875661470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter.html' title='winter'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SyI8HIYApzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zXd94ADlQ8/s72-c/icy_winter_scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8545725799618767114</id><published>2009-11-27T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:41:42.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Carat Diamonds'/><title type='text'>The Bracelets</title><content type='html'>Well Thanksgiving has come and gone. Now the rush for Christmas has begun. I had said this year there was nothing that would make me get out early in the morning and shop the day after Thanksgiving.Well Kohl's had lots of Jewelry on sale how can a lady resist that.&lt;br /&gt;So here I go 3:30 Am lots of people in the line, Hundreds of people .&lt;br /&gt;Where did they all come from? Are they all here for the jewelry ?no !!!! they just can't beat me to the bracelets. Diamonds at that. I know I didn't get up at 3 AM to not get those Bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;What people will go through to get a good piece&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SxBQaBViGAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QUfdsf7ww-M/s1600/mary+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408911560437536770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SxBQaBViGAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QUfdsf7ww-M/s200/mary+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of jewelry at a cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;after standing in the cold listening to the people in line behind me yell at the crowd gathering close to the line from their cars. I thought oh no there's going to be trouble the ladies in behind me were out for blood if the people broke in line I was glad to see 4 police cars open their doors and officers get out and held the crowd&lt;br /&gt;back till the end of the line was in the doors. Sure enough every one ran to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; counter I was second did this mean I was getting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; I wanted for gifts. Yes it did !!!!!!!I bought my gifts and returned home vowing never to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;But, Daughters and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;granddaughters&lt;/span&gt; are worth it. I am looking forward for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; visit time to sing carols and enjoy the family.Then the day will end and we will start planning for the next year. Time never stops (Slows down we think at times, but never stops)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-8545725799618767114?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8545725799618767114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/bracelets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8545725799618767114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8545725799618767114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/bracelets.html' title='The Bracelets'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SxBQaBViGAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QUfdsf7ww-M/s72-c/mary+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8693555018455588503</id><published>2009-11-21T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:04:08.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A wide and long road'/><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can we describe loneliness?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwhtdDpDhSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3AIaaDo2y8Q/s1600/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 525px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406691698619417890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwhtdDpDhSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3AIaaDo2y8Q/s200/loneliness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each person has it's own personal feeling about Loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Holiday Season seems to be very hard on me . I hope that I can shake this very soon I had almost all my Christmas shopping done now it is at a stand still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I don't know. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.&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/4032200517501688684-8693555018455588503?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8693555018455588503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8693555018455588503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8693555018455588503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwhtdDpDhSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3AIaaDo2y8Q/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8311231521238639875</id><published>2009-11-20T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:45:38.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Laughing Deer'/><title type='text'>My Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwZvFunpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7SDPN4mJJEg/s1600/my+deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406130546909192962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwZvFunpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7SDPN4mJJEg/s200/my+deer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider my self as a fairly good hunter ,I have always hit anything I have shot at. Thursday I know God just didn't mean for me to get that big Buck I wanted so bad. It was close to 5:00 P.M. I had started to get off of my stand , emptied my Gun( a new 270 I bought earlier that day)I started down my stand and there he was, I immediately sat back in the stand reloaded my gun and then there was the wait , Oh ! there he was right in front of me standing sideways like he was saying here I am Now get me. Well I had my sights right on him, released my safety and pulled the trigger. Whoa! what has happened here the trigger want pull Oh no!!!!!! my gun jammed. what has happened ? There he stood looking at me, trying to unjam the gun.I couldn't get it unjammed, he stood there watching, I know he was laughing in his nature giving way. As i give up climbed down from my stand he proceeded to walk off very calmly into the woods. There will be today, I will be in my stand, I will wait on the Buck. I will make sure every thing is perfect, I will wait and wait and wait. My time with the deer will be again .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-8311231521238639875?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8311231521238639875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-deer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8311231521238639875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8311231521238639875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-deer.html' title='My Deer'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwZvFunpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7SDPN4mJJEg/s72-c/my+deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-363073344748664873</id><published>2009-11-15T15:35:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:50:37.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkies in the Wild'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwCQ93KJccI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eAoaRsRIuQw/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404478945297527234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwCQ93KJccI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eAoaRsRIuQw/s200/turkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is a time for families to get to gether enjoy a huge dinner of( Guess What  Turkey) Well I often think if we didn't eat them what a huge supply we would have. The meat is good for you . So that helps to decide you are doing the right thing by buying the bird and cooking him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; some people like to go turkey hunting and get the fresh bird themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They often run in flocks in the woods i have seen a lotof them in my hunting times but never shot one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about Duck, what about Goose Now there would be a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year no turkey for me .all the children are going to pangburn ,Ar. for their Thanksgiving dinner . Tom and i will eat out . No left over turkey, no left over pies. and Most of all that will leave one big Turkey Gobbler to run wild in the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of natures beautiful creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-363073344748664873?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/363073344748664873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/363073344748664873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/363073344748664873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SwCQ93KJccI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eAoaRsRIuQw/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6668807607899728210</id><published>2009-11-12T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:56:19.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracks In The Snow'/><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw5uxUtCVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pv0jHMxXEzQ/s1600-h/foot+prints+in+the+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403257128614693202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw5uxUtCVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pv0jHMxXEzQ/s200/foot+prints+in+the+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking in my yard at the beautiful picture of snow the perfect smoothness ,no tracks ,just a beautiful blanket of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! could you make snow angels,A perfect snowman, it is untouched a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonder land of beauty. Oh to be a kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as time never stops, and the day goes on there are footprints in my perfect blanket of snow .There are Tire tracks down my driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perfect picture has now changed.Where do these tracks lead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a farway place maybe ? To another perfect blanket of snow that is untouched. Some where children are making snow angels and forts to have snow ball fights maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time I will follow the tracks in the snow. Would you like to go ?&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/4032200517501688684-6668807607899728210?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6668807607899728210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6668807607899728210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6668807607899728210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw5uxUtCVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pv0jHMxXEzQ/s72-c/foot+prints+in+the+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-673553592494780108</id><published>2009-11-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:32:56.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Of Long Ago'/><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw0uADIuSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9kdB0ChvIk4/s1600-h/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403251617829533986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw0uADIuSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9kdB0ChvIk4/s200/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought what this world would be like with out children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to the silence ,There would be no laughter, There would be no running and playing . You would never hear the words Mom or Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; What about the excitement  of Christmas. The joy that children gives you when you see them open the gifts and most of all when they say I love you granny and Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would life be without Children the Nieces and the nephews and the children and the grandchildren?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me it would be empty,lonely and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at these boys and girls 50 years ago. I am sure you remember the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has all the memories of these precious little children .They have all become very successful members of society.Servicemen, homemakers and management, computer programmers.All have made a portion of this world a very happy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would this world be like without Little Children ? THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-673553592494780108?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/673553592494780108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/673553592494780108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/673553592494780108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svw0uADIuSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9kdB0ChvIk4/s72-c/11-12-2009+10%3B10%3B51AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-7797253408113637397</id><published>2009-11-09T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:45:26.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masked Bandit'/><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svh_JHiHOyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zpNPQF5zWR4/s1600-h/coon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402207547648588578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svh_JHiHOyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zpNPQF5zWR4/s200/coon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When awakened at 5:00 am I heard something on our front porch. Opening the door I see we have a coon that has made himself at home . we feed a stray cat and i keep cat food out for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go and wake Tom up and he takes pictures of the animal. how ever it turns out that it is a neighbors pet. apparently they have turned it loose because it has become so big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well between Stickhorsecowgirls and myself and my daughter he doesn't do with out food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going back into the house I heard something trying to open the glass door guess who it was that is right (Bandit) that is his name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess he better be glad he is not in and around Lee county, they have a coon dinner once a year. That used to be a big tradition around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never eat a coon, they are to pretty and I guess they are easy to make pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How ever Bandit went on his way after eating the cats food . I am sure we will see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did brighten my day .He is just one of Gods little Creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-7797253408113637397?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7797253408113637397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/visitor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7797253408113637397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7797253408113637397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Svh_JHiHOyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zpNPQF5zWR4/s72-c/coon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8854902763663923578</id><published>2009-11-02T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:29:39.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hole in the Moon'/><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>Man has decided that they will bomb the moon,Why?  Man can not leave things as the creator has made them.  Why spend the money on bombing the moon.?&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine looking up at the moon and see a huge hole in it?&lt;br /&gt; Maybe the government is so bored that they have to think up something to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;They need to spend all the money they use to destroy, to help homeless children and our elderly&lt;br /&gt;folks. &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine to look up in the sky at night and there would be no moon ,no stars .&lt;br /&gt;I have always used the moon as a planting guide.&lt;br /&gt;Man has destroyed Forrest, lakes and now wanting to destroy the moon.&lt;br /&gt;What next ?&lt;br /&gt;Get our troops home and test your bombs were they are needed most.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Moon alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su-DMkzNQyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a311Pto-5wg/s1600-h/moon"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399678730300637986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su-DMkzNQyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a311Pto-5wg/s200/moon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-8854902763663923578?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8854902763663923578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8854902763663923578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8854902763663923578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su-DMkzNQyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a311Pto-5wg/s72-c/moon' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-3194845902775251309</id><published>2009-11-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:54:12.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Brother'/><title type='text'>The Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su9tFQxGlvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P8ToZ1EIhtU/s1600-h/11-02-2009+04%3B18%3B57PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399654415408207602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su9tFQxGlvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P8ToZ1EIhtU/s200/11-02-2009+04%3B18%3B57PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happen to this little boy ? With his hair combed so very neat and shoes and socks upon his feet.&lt;br /&gt;The smile upon his face very well, tells that he was loved and cared for very well.&lt;br /&gt;What has become of this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; boy ?&lt;br /&gt;He was so smart in all he did ,I know that he grew up to be a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;Did he go to school and learn well?&lt;br /&gt;I know that music played a part for him ,for god gave him talent to use as he may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is the little boy that I once knew ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fine young man he became, with computers to program for this is his game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He loves his family and raised them well , for he lets God lead and he has done well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this little boy , very well ,he is my brother and I know him very,very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-3194845902775251309?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3194845902775251309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3194845902775251309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3194845902775251309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-boy.html' title='The Little Boy'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su9tFQxGlvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P8ToZ1EIhtU/s72-c/11-02-2009+04%3B18%3B57PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-292469304498484558</id><published>2009-11-02T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:40:36.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sister'/><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su836GRjVmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rwZHVtjXLZk/s1600-h/11-02-2009+12%3B46%3B41PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399595949496686178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su836GRjVmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rwZHVtjXLZk/s200/11-02-2009+12%3B46%3B41PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was a very beautiful girl. Always there to talk to me even though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things seemed so very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed so very smart to me,So I always listened to every word she had to say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the mud puddles ,made mud pies. Played Stick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; cowgirls. She was always the good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learned to cook, kept the house very clean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, her love for me never seemed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day .She grew up so soon, and oh!there was a new phase that I hadn't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dolls , no time to play, I wonder what had happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sister had become a beautiful woman,with a home of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back in memories and I can still hear us sing at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas,&lt;/span&gt; she had a beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all my memories are those of our playing together. How Pretty she always looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when she rolled her hair for her school pictures at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brickeys&lt;/span&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Shirley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sisters love can never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-292469304498484558?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/292469304498484558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/292469304498484558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/292469304498484558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Su836GRjVmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rwZHVtjXLZk/s72-c/11-02-2009+12%3B46%3B41PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-1883611942473954253</id><published>2009-10-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:48:16.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Painter'/><title type='text'>The Leaves</title><content type='html'>As I look before me I can see the painting has begun.  The leaves are being &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuX3xvcx0fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_aKUYqG2i0/s1600-h/leaves+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396992162396230130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuX3xvcx0fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_aKUYqG2i0/s200/leaves+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;painted a beautiful gold. I look and there are some a beautiful orange and a red .&lt;br /&gt; The painter has a very graceful touch. Each leaf has it's own special color , each stroke of the painters brush is perfect.&lt;br /&gt; How long will the leaves last? Each leaf will stand out in it's radiant beauty. They will out stand the rain and will flow with the wind. Their beauty will be seen through out the world.&lt;br /&gt;  This painter knows just how to mix the colors , just where to put each leaf to blend in.&lt;br /&gt; Then the time will come when he will erase the painting. and start a new scene.&lt;br /&gt; The beautiful leaves will fall to the ground . The trees will no longer be covered by their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Now the new painting will begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-1883611942473954253?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1883611942473954253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/1883611942473954253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/1883611942473954253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves.html' title='The Leaves'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuX3xvcx0fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_aKUYqG2i0/s72-c/leaves+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-416555383282368586</id><published>2009-10-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:24:20.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perservering Fruits and Vegetables'/><title type='text'>Home Canning</title><content type='html'>I remember how my mother and grandmother used to can vegetables&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuI0C7YALzI/AAAAAAAAADI/izZ1x0dI0HU/s1600-h/swimming+pool+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395932528446025522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuI0C7YALzI/AAAAAAAAADI/izZ1x0dI0HU/s200/swimming+pool+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can not forget the fresh taste of Black berries and Fresh Peaches. Home made soups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that by canning these fresh fruits and vegetables all i have to do in the winter is open a jar and heat it up. or make fresh Pies with the fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see in the picture I ordered these canning books from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;.com they will tell you every thing you need to know about home canning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love canning Blackberries they are so pretty when you look at them same as Peaches also Vegetable soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however my husband Tom likes to eat them to often ,being from the south we usually open a jar of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; Hull peas and make a pan of jiffy cornbread. Which goes good with a jar of vegetable soup too.here is a recipe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt; Cobbler Take 1 jar of Blackberries, then 3/4 cups of flour ,1/2 cups of Brown Sugar , 1/2 cup of margarine or butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place pie mix in 1- quart buttered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt;;e. Top with flour:sprinkle with brown sugar.Dot with Margarine.Bake at 350 Degrees for 30 minutes. you will be a winner with this recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This way of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevering&lt;/span&gt; food you can save money and be eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; food.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-416555383282368586?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/416555383282368586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-canning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/416555383282368586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/416555383282368586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-canning.html' title='Home Canning'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuI0C7YALzI/AAAAAAAAADI/izZ1x0dI0HU/s72-c/swimming+pool+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-5271541724312679154</id><published>2009-10-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:14:18.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>Parents  Of Long Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuCb86EGyfI/AAAAAAAAADA/syF8-TZRHyM/s1600-h/10-17-2009+03%3B51%3B58PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483824270789106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuCb86EGyfI/AAAAAAAAADA/syF8-TZRHyM/s200/10-17-2009+03%3B51%3B58PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will never stop it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;steadily&lt;/span&gt; marches on.  We never forget the the laughter we would hear between the two. Only they knew the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;  they shared with each other. they knew what it was like to make  raise 5 children in the time of depression. The old car was always taken care of. There was always a garden full of vegetables and would always be canned for the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; someway there would be new clothing for school and always at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas's&lt;/span&gt; there would be something for each of the children (I will never forget the tin soldier i got for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; one year )  Times were very hard but they always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;provide&lt;/span&gt; . Sundays we always went to church (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brickeys&lt;/span&gt; Arkansas) we were never to busy for that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, as i said time never stands still for any one. we only have the memories of their laughter and their soft touch of their hands. though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calloused&lt;/span&gt; and worn they were ever so gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were people who knew the meaning of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things i will always carry with me and i hope that i can leave these memories with my family as time marches on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-5271541724312679154?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5271541724312679154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/parents-of-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/5271541724312679154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/5271541724312679154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/parents-of-long-ago.html' title='Parents  Of Long Ago'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SuCb86EGyfI/AAAAAAAAADA/syF8-TZRHyM/s72-c/10-17-2009+03%3B51%3B58PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6261577614607592926</id><published>2009-10-17T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:47:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree</title><content type='html'>Years ago I loved to see this tree as I drove up to my mother and my dads  drive way.&lt;br /&gt;there it stood so big ,so very tall,and showing the signs of time.&lt;br /&gt;I felt warmth and joy every time i saw that tree . I can see all the cars in the driveway on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon when all the brothers and my sister would come to visit.&lt;br /&gt;we would all sing, as my brothers and my dad would play the guitars,we all loved music.&lt;br /&gt;My mother would always have a big lunch. There was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;all ways&lt;/span&gt; a conversation going.&lt;br /&gt; The times were good, time changes things As I look back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ican&lt;/span&gt; remember standing at the front door I could hear my mother say it's Jane.I go in and the aroma of fresh pies and cakes and food&lt;br /&gt;my mother has prepared.I see my sister and my brothers we have a wonderful Christmas. Time never stands still ,you lose a brother, then your dad, then mother is gone. there will never be another dinner at the little house , with the big tree in the front yard. Time  changes things.&lt;br /&gt;but, this tree i know has stood storms , and and all kinds of weather .I know that it holds the memories of little children playing near it and the many times i stood there looking at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; tree. the many times my mother stood at the gate waving bye as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; my strength is as the big tree,my faith is as strong,and my memories will all ways be&lt;br /&gt;there every time I look at the picture of the big tree. I see my childre playing there when they were little, my brother jim and  most of all I know that the tree will always be a part of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Stom0LMBUPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pW-AvH9Ad8/s1600-h/10-17-2009+03%3B16%3B11PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393666181527851250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Stom0LMBUPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pW-AvH9Ad8/s200/10-17-2009+03%3B16%3B11PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6261577614607592926?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6261577614607592926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6261577614607592926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6261577614607592926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree.html' title='The Tree'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Stom0LMBUPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pW-AvH9Ad8/s72-c/10-17-2009+03%3B16%3B11PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8646820300711087089</id><published>2009-10-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:43:38.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best of Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SthN4cQxKwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lI9Tukyxi84/s1600-h/10-16-2009+05%3B38%3B29AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393146185830705922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SthN4cQxKwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lI9Tukyxi84/s200/10-16-2009+05%3B38%3B29AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are very hard to find. Sure you can make friends easily ,But we are talking about long lasting friends that last for years . Friends that you can count on and love to be around .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have that type of friends . We laugh together and we cry together. we are always there when each of us needs someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These friends Live on a lake so one time we all went fishing together. We thought it was going to be a very pretty day. Well it turned out to be any thing but that. B and I went with our husbands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cat fishing&lt;/span&gt; they took us to a lake that a pier that was covered and we thought we would be out of the sun, well all of a sudden it came up a storm the rain was coming down in sheets the lighting was terrible and B set in her chair head covered up with a rain coat never knowing it was lighting and waiting for the rain to quit it was to far for us to get to the cars so we had to wait it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did have a laugh when it was all over.fishermen will go through anything to try to catch a fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that reminds me when D which is B's better half started to get in his boat off his dock and some how misses the boat and falls in . when going back to the house B ask where tare the fish D explains in the lake (I missed my boat)fell in .(way to go Big D) there are so many stories to tell about our adventures ,but the main thing they are my friends ,so very special to me and T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as hard as I try to make brownies like B, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; never been able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;any one out there with a good brownie recipe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-8646820300711087089?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8646820300711087089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8646820300711087089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8646820300711087089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SthN4cQxKwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lI9Tukyxi84/s72-c/10-16-2009+05%3B38%3B29AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-4012142897291373617</id><published>2009-10-14T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:14:33.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain and the Earth'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We know that we need rain to make things grow,to fill the rivers and springs under ground but,sometimes there seems to be an abundance of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the my lawn I see water where once i mowed just last of September. The tress are being uprooted because of to much rain. I like the rain when I am sleeping or when I am reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the den watching the fire in the fireplace and just feeling the warmth of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to be said about rain. there are big drops and little drops, they each make their own sounds some very loud and some very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, rain can be very forceful to nature as it floods the fields and changes rivers from a beautiful flowing river to a raging &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destructible&lt;/font&gt; force taking down trees ,tearing down &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;levees&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;destroying&lt;/font&gt; homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-4012142897291373617?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4012142897291373617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4012142897291373617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4012142897291373617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-4567754615312276092</id><published>2009-10-12T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:21:25.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishermen</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder about fishermen ? You know they are always losing the big ones.&lt;br /&gt;These fishermen are very special men they love to fish. However you can see who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catches&lt;/span&gt; the biggest fish. Friends they are. long time friends.But, they like to see others fish and hunt they would take men that went on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; fishing trip at church,  that never got to go fishing and see to it that they got to fish ,and some lucky ones always caught a fish.&lt;br /&gt;Fishermen are very funny in a way when there are home they never cook ,never wash dishes ,but let them go camping ,they all of a sudden can  cook ,wash dishes and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;they some how enjoy using the worst smelling fish bait(which it is the best you can use and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; to catch the biggest catfish in the lake). they don't mind handling the biggest worms and handling crickets.&lt;br /&gt;They can sit in a boat all day in the rain and hot weather, even in the cold winter.One can even fall into the lake ,But no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; ,he climbs back up on the dock bruised and skinned up ready for another day of fishing.&lt;br /&gt;But, some how when returning home they turn into the helpless men they were before leaving on their fishing trip.&lt;br /&gt;   These are true fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMLjWrMpFI/AAAAAAAAACo/w9XlWWO4hhY/s1600-h/10-12-2009+05%3B55%3B53AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391665880902706258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMLjWrMpFI/AAAAAAAAACo/w9XlWWO4hhY/s200/10-12-2009+05%3B55%3B53AM.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/4032200517501688684-4567754615312276092?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4567754615312276092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/fishermen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4567754615312276092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/4567754615312276092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/fishermen.html' title='Fishermen'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMLjWrMpFI/AAAAAAAAACo/w9XlWWO4hhY/s72-c/10-12-2009+05%3B55%3B53AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-7978856462005474611</id><published>2009-10-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:50:36.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fast Runner'/><title type='text'>lessons learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMJ7IdrFrI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ygqk4TW_Oyo/s1600-h/10-12-2009+05%3B44%3B00AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391664090381489842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMJ7IdrFrI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ygqk4TW_Oyo/s200/10-12-2009+05%3B44%3B00AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few years ago (1996) I thought I would raise of all things Ostrich's of course I bought five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after building 6 ft chain length fence( which we had to build Two separate pens. then feeding houses for the birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I waited for the first eggs(long wait) Oh ! I forgot we had to build a house for the hatching of the eggs) then one day I looked there it was, a great big egg inside the pen. well (Ethel) the hens name, had come through and laid an egg. now there was Albert the male ostrich. he weighed about 400 lbs. and manage to look over the 6 ft fence at least 2 ft. Now to retrieve the egg, Albert never was in a good mood if you got in his territory so I had my husband to come and look at the situation. You know men Brave and always think they know exactly what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well &lt;t&gt;decides he can go right in the pen and retrieve the egg. I stand in the gate with the water hose (ostrich's)are afraid of being sprayed. so T goes inside the pen gets halfway inside when Albert goes after him T became a fast runner grab the egg I was screaming and spraying Albert which the water didn't bother him.T manage to escape only with torn pants and getting soaking wet. we had to find a way to get Albert's attention in the future to retrieve the feathers and the eggs. However after never getting the eggs to hatch and with Albert almost tearing the chain length fence up we found a person in Mississippi to come and get the birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told T never listen to me when I think I want a hobby of raising any kind of large animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned my lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-7978856462005474611?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7978856462005474611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7978856462005474611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/7978856462005474611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons-learned.html' title='lessons learned'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/StMJ7IdrFrI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ygqk4TW_Oyo/s72-c/10-12-2009+05%3B44%3B00AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-3093613810715896545</id><published>2009-10-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:39:42.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing of the seasons'/><title type='text'>winter in Ferndale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss4FU1paWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/ujfo7vk16J8/s1600-h/10-08-2009+10%3B26%3B35AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390251659565357490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss4FU1paWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/ujfo7vk16J8/s200/10-08-2009+10%3B26%3B35AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that winter is almost here. When I look back at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one winter when my grand son was a few years younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see how beautiful the front yard looked all covered with snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to gather in the firewood and get the fireplace ready to burn. I live to fell the warmth of the wood burning as you walk in the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  If a person has a wood burning stove or fireplace this will cut your electric bill in half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  we know that the electric companies will raise their rates this winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get out the warm clothing and remember the fun you had as a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sledding , ice skating on a frozen pond and most of all snowball fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winter will past and then spring will appear before we know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-3093613810715896545?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3093613810715896545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-in-ferndale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3093613810715896545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/3093613810715896545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-in-ferndale.html' title='winter in Ferndale'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss4FU1paWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/ujfo7vk16J8/s72-c/10-08-2009+10%3B26%3B35AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-6885954825565114181</id><published>2009-10-04T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:15:00.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Jamacia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389118886397106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ssn_EwwMWAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TDTzxjVo5go/s200/10-05-2009+09%3B09%3B28AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a trip , my girl friend and myself decide we would go for a week to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;.We stayed right on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Negril&lt;/span&gt; Beach.At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riu&lt;/span&gt; Tropical. For two country women this was a wonder land . How ever the trip from the airport in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Negril&lt;/span&gt; was an hour ride in a van driven by a race car driver, on one lane roads and every curve i know we met another car neither driver knew which side of the road was his side. I hung on for dear life. I know words came from me that i never knew was in my vocabulary. we finally made it to the hotel there we were treated like Queens. this made up for the ride and also my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was torn up on the flight over there. we went down town shopping and we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;taxi&lt;/span&gt; driver that just gave us a tour of the Beach he was so nice .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from just relaxing on the Beach to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Turing&lt;/span&gt; the island we had a great time .Now remember we are country girls and you would think we would know better to get on a cruise boat (evening Cruise) that the name of it was WILD THING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these girls seen things that we didn't know went on in dancing. I was called from the time we arrived at the hotel to the time we left (pretty white lady) I know that the people there must all need glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also learned that even though our beach at the hotel required bathing suits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't know that when we past the last little hut ,it became nude (oh my goodness)!!!! our time ran out and as we journeyed back to Little Rock we will always remember that vacation.The beautiful ocean, the friendly people, and the fun time we shared together. will there be another trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;? I am sure there will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-6885954825565114181?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6885954825565114181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/jamacia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6885954825565114181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/6885954825565114181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/jamacia.html' title='Jamacia'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ssn_EwwMWAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TDTzxjVo5go/s72-c/10-05-2009+09%3B09%3B28AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-1879194659119290141</id><published>2009-10-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:04:52.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church on Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sunday People</title><content type='html'>As I went to church today I couldn't help but notice how People have changed. Everyone in a hurry. why I remember back when Sunday dinner was, having the preacher over to your house for a big dinner ( which you always cooked your very best) However I remember the time I had the preachers over for dinner during a revival ,in my younger days (I was just learning to cook.)served baked apple pie with uncooked bottom crust. I never really liked to cook ,but I always tried. Some how I could never make homemade apple pies like my mother. she always had fried apple pies, and chocolate fried pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure was glad they had Kentucky Fried Chicken back in those days. Now ,I have found for special occasions go to your favorite deli .&lt;br /&gt;I have made up my mine since I have retired, to really try new things in cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To bad they do not have bread machines that make fried apple pies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone with a recipe for fried apple pies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-1879194659119290141?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1879194659119290141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/1879194659119290141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/1879194659119290141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-people.html' title='Sunday People'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-8174737728955198138</id><published>2009-10-03T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:42:26.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Pink flower'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How have I missed this flower it has been sitting on my patio all summer&lt;br /&gt;long. I am amazed at the beauty right in my yard I have missed all this&lt;br /&gt;by working .&lt;br /&gt;So much to see but, there is time&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SserZk-m2eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wEG6fqWLslY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388463935083436514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SserZk-m2eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wEG6fqWLslY/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mother always had red roses growing up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trellus&lt;/span&gt; by her home they had a different smell,a sweet smell one that you want forget. I think back&lt;br /&gt;of times past. my family was a very close family we always went home for Christmas played music and sang Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;I love music but when i play the piano and sing ,I hear a different voice.&lt;br /&gt;maybe my piano needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuneing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we have friends at White Oak lake. While visiting them this past summer we see a home right on the lake. You know how men are they think they have to stick together (best Friends) we came home he wanted to buy that house (Move To The Lake) oh no! our daughter lives at the front of our property our grandson is there,I can't leave them.I would be venturing out of my comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-8174737728955198138?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8174737728955198138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-have-i-missed-this-flower-it-has.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8174737728955198138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/8174737728955198138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-have-i-missed-this-flower-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/SserZk-m2eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wEG6fqWLslY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032200517501688684.post-2468420521182264925</id><published>2009-10-02T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:57:42.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Life Style'/><title type='text'>Lifes Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whoa !! Time slow down I am not ready for all these changes. What me not work anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to get my self together I know that i can still hold my own like I did 10 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;even five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Why just this past summer i bought a new bathing suit or was that one for me or my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Where did summer go ? No more yard to mow, no swimming pool to keep up. Did I have a memory Lapse?&lt;br /&gt;And I know when my husband put in a new lighting fixture over my dressing table he had to get flood lights and now it did something to my mirrors because they put wrinkles in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will start on a new journey. I will set my goals to get acquainted with this new person&lt;br /&gt;I am changing into. This whole new life style I have got to adapt to.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love to deer hunt and I am not ready to give that up not yet. It's deer season (bow Hunting) I think I'll just go and sit on the deer stand for a while. Tomorrow is another day and we'll see what it brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032200517501688684-2468420521182264925?l=midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2468420521182264925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/2468420521182264925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032200517501688684/posts/default/2468420521182264925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midlifecountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-changes.html' title='Lifes Changes'/><author><name>mary gentry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10912054090476880888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnjQ5SIT1-0/Ss3-zMRbFpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XPDPf8SKXio/S220/Imported+Photos+00005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
