<?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-36388876</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:32:04.530-09:00</updated><category term='thrifted'/><title type='text'>Sweet Daisy!</title><subtitle type='html'>A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well. 

-Louisa May Alcott</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-6147562214719080059</id><published>2009-01-08T23:42:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:48:32.198-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SWcO-gbZQpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Udi1thUYfY/s1600-h/October+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289212754389451410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SWcO-gbZQpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Udi1thUYfY/s320/October+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the cutest boy I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-6147562214719080059?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6147562214719080059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=6147562214719080059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/6147562214719080059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/6147562214719080059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SWcO-gbZQpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Udi1thUYfY/s72-c/October+2008+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-2341338473640043050</id><published>2009-01-01T23:28:00.012-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:51:44.893-09:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SV3cFYS9CYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JJ3ip6crrms/s1600-h/Decorating+Red+Abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286623522582235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SV3cFYS9CYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JJ3ip6crrms/s320/Decorating+Red+Abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm so excited to welcome the new year, to turn over a new leaf, and to wish happiness and blessings upon all. i haven't put much thought into new years resolutions because lets face it...they are hard to keep...but i did happen upon a few things that i'd like to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) most importantly, study the Bible more often.&lt;br /&gt;2.) organize my home and re-arrange my furniture.&lt;br /&gt;3.) take more pictures of my children and anything that inspires me to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;4.) spend more time with my best friend, Carla. we both are very busy women and don't take the time to have dinner to talk about girly things.&lt;br /&gt;5.) take in a deep breath when dealing with stressful situations.&lt;br /&gt;6.) look at everything with a positive attitude and use it as a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;7.) have fun with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;8.) sort through all my junk and donate to salvation army!&lt;br /&gt;9.) be a positive role model to my peers at work.&lt;br /&gt;10.) paint my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;11.) get new bedroom furniture.&lt;br /&gt;12.) paint my son's room.&lt;br /&gt;13.) eat more fruits and vegetables. I signed up online with full circle farm to receive a variety of yummy fruits and vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;14.) continue to save $$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;with that said, i'd like to recap the much busy year, 2008. here are a few highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1.) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;: my mother had a successful heart transplant in january. my daughter and i were able to spend time in seattle with mom during her recovery. i am grateful for family leave. my son had to stay behind because of school. he was in good hands with my best friend carla and my dear friends patty and harry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;: my son started jr. high school.....(and turns 13 in one week) i can't believe that he will be a teen in a short week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mercy me&lt;/span&gt;: went on my first mother/son date to see mercy me in concert (woo hoo!) we loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;: successful completion of two classes. i loved my english professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;: he's the best. he played a big part in sending me and my daughter to be by my mother's side in seattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6.)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;carla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: carla is my best friend, the sister i've never had. we can talk about anything and everything. she is the only one i can tell my secrets to. during my mother's recovery, she helped care for my son &amp;amp; daughter.  i couldn't ask for a better best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;harry &amp;amp; patty&lt;/span&gt;: i am blessed to have them in my life. in july when my ex-husband passed away, they made it possible to fly to kotzebue for his funeral. they also cared for my daughter abigail while we were gone. i love them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-2341338473640043050?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2341338473640043050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=2341338473640043050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2341338473640043050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2341338473640043050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-hello.html' title='2009, Hello!'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SV3cFYS9CYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JJ3ip6crrms/s72-c/Decorating+Red+Abby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-7551715846148187426</id><published>2008-10-15T14:48:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:53:00.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years: my twin brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPZzbY6xjfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Q8znL0vf_A/s1600-h/269819561_00d2c96c71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516529384263154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPZzbY6xjfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Q8znL0vf_A/s320/269819561_00d2c96c71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Lowell Lark Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;10/23/1973 - 10/15/1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rest in Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My twin brother passed away 12 years ago today and this day has always been hard for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-7551715846148187426?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7551715846148187426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=7551715846148187426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7551715846148187426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7551715846148187426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/12-years-my-twin-brother.html' title='12 years: my twin brother'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPZzbY6xjfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Q8znL0vf_A/s72-c/269819561_00d2c96c71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-7708337089304497196</id><published>2008-10-13T18:28:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:04:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Frozen Little Eskimoes**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQY2MQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TXdGm94w4JM/s1600-h/October+2008+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256853984331857842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQY2MQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TXdGm94w4JM/s320/October+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This afternoon I had taken my little Eskimoes out for a drive on the Seward Highway. We didn't get too far, just past Bird Point. It was very cold and gray, but God's grace filled our souls with light. The bitter wind made our noses and cheeks fill with redness as we laughed and posed for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just another picture, hold still," I'd say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256856573699241954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQbM6aFN-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TxSVctqDtEM/s320/October+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At Bird Point I took pictures of my little monsters while a couple shouted with excitement, "There are Beluga Whales out there!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855431679812274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQaKcDborI/AAAAAAAAAGU/daO7xOCr30Q/s320/October+2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I ran towards the couple to see what they were seeing. There were Beluga Whales swimming through the Inlet. God's Amazing Creation, so perfect, so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind kept us chilled as we loaded into the Jeep. I almost went in the direction of home but decided to go on further, just to capture the whales a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the next pull off and it was so amazing, the whales were so close. They gracefully swam by as their backs peaked out. The white distinction against the gray waters, it was beautiful and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the cold air and the slime dripping from Abigail's nostrils, we loaded up once again into the Jeep, this time to head home. As I pulled onto the Seward Highway I turned the radio on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the car trying to warm up as the car drove us home. At that point I had an overwhelming feeling of God's love pour out on me. He reminded me of the story I read earlier today to Abigail, the Book of Jonah. We had talked about the whale and about Jonah's disobedience to God as he tried to flee from God. As these memories came flooding out, "God with Us" was playing on the radio. Flashes of the Beluga Whales swimming by engulfed my memory. God spoke to me with boldness, all that had occurred to me today was no coincidence. Each and every detail had been in His perfect plan, to remind me that God had not left me. To remind me of His plan, of His love, and His Grace. All this had occurred within minutes and an outburst of emotion came whipping out of me through tears and laughter. Tears of joy with laughter proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children sat in silence, not knowing what Mommy was crying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I had felt abandoned even though the Word tells me otherwise. With every sense in me, I knew God could never leave His child but the overwhelming feeling of abandonment took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used the Book of Jonah, Beluga Whales, and the song "God with Us", to remind me that He will never leave me, nor forsake me. God in his infinite wisdom, showed me His love on this cold Alaskan day and filled me with joy unspeakable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256863942638547618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQh512HsqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_qpsjux58Os/s320/October+2008+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Before writing this I prayed that God would use me to bless others through this experience, for writing is not my strong suit. Forgive me for any grammatical errors.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256860299037138226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQelwX2XTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rWEbSfQgwCk/s320/October+2008+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQWwEJf1sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g7KD7fXpC1s/s1600-h/October+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-7708337089304497196?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7708337089304497196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=7708337089304497196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7708337089304497196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7708337089304497196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/frozen-little-eskimoes.html' title='**Frozen Little Eskimoes**'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SPQY2MQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TXdGm94w4JM/s72-c/October+2008+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-2153908667356742248</id><published>2008-10-13T02:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:58:45.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/officialmercyme/2233272237/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2023/2233272237_815a18b877_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/officialmercyme/"&gt;official mercyme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was looking on Mercy Me's page and found this lovely shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-2153908667356742248?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2153908667356742248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=2153908667356742248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2153908667356742248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2153908667356742248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/mercy-me_13.html' title='Mercy Me!'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2023/2233272237_815a18b877_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8125670635854047661</id><published>2008-10-12T13:52:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:21:47.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Me</title><content type='html'>Last night marked the first official Mother/Son date night. I took Nathan to the &lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/main/"&gt;Mercy Me&lt;/a&gt; Concert at the &lt;a href="http://www.anchorage.net/527.cfm"&gt;Egan Center&lt;/a&gt;. It was absolutely fabulous, best first date ever. There is only one thing he complained about and that was standing for four hours. We arrived at the Egan Center fairly early to stand in line but it was worth it. We stood right behind the first row of people and were able to see the band perform at their best. It was a terrific concert and I can only imagine the day that we can attend another worship session with Mercy Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being a great singer, Bart and the guys are hilarious. While reading through the &lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/blog/"&gt;Mercy Me Blog&lt;/a&gt; I found a section called "&lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/blog/category/cover-tunes-grab-bag/"&gt;Cover Tunes Grab Bag&lt;/a&gt;" by request. If you need a good laugh go and check it out, it is good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtmxHdQKYbQ&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtmxHdQKYbQ&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was thinking but I had left my camera at home. Bart, if you're listening, send me an autographed pic of the group. I'm just saying man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8125670635854047661?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8125670635854047661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8125670635854047661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8125670635854047661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8125670635854047661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/mercy-me.html' title='Mercy Me'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-4323425867104692570</id><published>2008-09-29T20:34:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:06:07.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall: Times of Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOGy-dy7VZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDQK1ZpK_v4/s1600-h/2008+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251675426710574482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOGy-dy7VZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDQK1ZpK_v4/s320/2008+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall time is hands down my favorite time of year. The crispness in the air, the beautiful colors that surround the earth, and the signs of snow. Okay....okay...so the last part isn't one of my favorites but I can manage. This morning I woke up to bring the kids to school, oh yeah...I had the day off, and there it was....plain as day, frost covering my vehicle. Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite past-times is going to Portage Glacier. When I was a little girl, I remember seeing the huge icebergs that filled the water. Now, because of global warming, the glacier lacks the blue chunks of ice that was reminiscent of an Alaskan landmark. My brothers and I used to play with the chips that floated close to the bank. It gave us chills but made us feel inferior, for we have boldly taken on the frozen chunks into our tiny hands.  I love those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOGxw9JU3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4X2cbxrjRgs/s1600-h/2008+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251674095096225474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOGxw9JU3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4X2cbxrjRgs/s320/2008+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the snow comes in full swing, I will enjoy the glorious fall colors that splash the mountain side. My children love taking little adventures so I took them out this weekend on a little ride to capture their happiness, to bring fresh air into their lungs, and build some memories. We had a blast. I absolutely love taking pictures of my little worms. They are absolutely wonderful when it comes to posing and giving me their best. We went out a little late, as the sun started to hide behind the scattered clouds. I managed a few great snapshots before the sun hid behind the mountainside. I was in my eliment, with the cool air hitting my cheek and the orangeness of the sun hitting them just so, it made them glow!  God is an awesome God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOG4CEX92jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tE4rCtcPjrQ/s1600-h/2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251680986164222514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOG4CEX92jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tE4rCtcPjrQ/s320/2008+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love the engery that my children exude, especially when we are out and about. I only hope that this joy continues on in life as they grow and experience new things. My son is going on 13 and I am absolutely devastated; at the same time I am happy that he gets to experience this new change in life. He is my oldest and the emotions that he is experiencing is new to me. I often find myself asking him, "Why are you cring?". I suddenly realize that I will be the mother of a teenager very shortly which will be marked by emotional outbursts and confusion. He always responds with, "I don't know!". This leads me to believe that he is reaching the stage in his life where he transitions from boyhood to teenage hood and I can honesly say....I AM NOT PREPARED!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am, however, prepared to take on the icy road conditions (I pray that it isn't near), for I have purchased a new vehicle and sold the old one. My dear friend Carla owns a Jeep Liberty and she loves it, so I went and purchased one. My car salesman was absolutely wonderful and I am so thankful that he gave me a great deal, I honestly believe that God had his hand in this because of how the market is going. Out of all the dealerships I visited, he was the most sincere and I had a good feeling about him. Thanks Al!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOHCUFc8ePI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YqkO4j4lzWs/s1600-h/2008+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251692290807462130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOHCUFc8ePI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YqkO4j4lzWs/s320/2008+106.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/36388876-4323425867104692570?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4323425867104692570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=4323425867104692570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4323425867104692570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4323425867104692570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-times-of-change.html' title='Fall: Times of Change.'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/SOGy-dy7VZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDQK1ZpK_v4/s72-c/2008+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8571245010966406821</id><published>2008-04-06T02:34:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:56:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in Seattle a little longer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_inpwGgyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/sw6yihLMjKI/s1600-h/CanonRebelXTI+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186079306645817474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_inpwGgyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/sw6yihLMjKI/s320/CanonRebelXTI+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;The kid and I are still in Seattle with my Mother. We had high expectations of returning to Alaska by the middle of April but that may change. Last Thursday she had her routine labs done and her White Blood Cell count was very low. They told us that we may have to stay another two weeks. We are hoping that the labs that were done on Monday will be alright. Mother has been looking forward to going home after her appointment April 11th, and so have we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_iqeAGgyLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/689GG2zr9K8/s1600-h/CanonRebelXTI+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186082403317237938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_iqeAGgyLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/689GG2zr9K8/s320/CanonRebelXTI+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;She has been able to do so much since her transplant and is determined to be able to go home on the expected return date. We are beside ourselves as to why her cell count was down. We haven't spent too much time in the public eye. If so, she wears her mask, regardless of all the stares. Mom once told me of a lady who flat out asked her, "Are you wearing that to protect us from YOU or to protect you from US?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;Upon explaining herself, the lady turned away without showing any interest in what Mother had to say. It makes me laugh really, the behavior of someone who just doesn't know the situation. Mother has to wear the mask to protect herself against any infections. Since the transplant, she has to take a lot of medication. Most of which lower her WBC's to keep her body from rejecting the new heart. If she gets any infection, this could be a harmful thing for her and the new organ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;It seems that Mother has a lot more energy nowadays. We go for walks with Abigail and she keeps up. Sometimes I have to keep up with them. Of course, Abigail always wants to hold Grandma's hand. She is doing this little thing where she hides behind Grandma when she gets a scolding. This drives me a little crazy, she can be so rambunctious. I tell her when she gets into trouble, she cannot hide behind her. I doubt she'll grow out of this anytime soon. She has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_ituAGgyNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V8ewddPP9hg/s1600-h/CanonRebelXTI+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186085976730028242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_ituAGgyNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/V8ewddPP9hg/s320/CanonRebelXTI+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am missing my son terribly, but I know he is in good hands. My brother is taking good care of him now and when he goes back to work, he will be with my friend Carla. So good of them to care for my child. I know he is missing me, it shows in his studies. I am feeling guilty about having to leave him but he needs to be in school. He will be entering the 7th grade next year and cannot miss any school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am just hoping all the snow is melted when we return home. That is the part I hate most about Spring time. I am sure my home is missing me. The last time I came to Seattle, when I returned home, I found that my water heater had leaked. It was easy to fix, but I wasn't home when it happened and soaked into the carpet. I feel that I have neglected my home, I've only been home intermittently within the past 6 months. The first time I left my home alone, I had my brother checking on it. He was gracious enough to unplug my toaster. Which led to the disagreement of electricity thus causing it to trip. Yes, it tripped the safety switch discontinuing any electrical paths to the refrigerator. By the time I returned home (a month later), my fridge had thawed and molded up pretty good. I cleaned it up right away but I haven't gotten a new fridge since because of all the medical issues with Mother and the time and financial constraints. I'm hoping and praying that my home didn't have any hiccups while I've been gone. Time didn't allow for proper planning so I don't have anyone checking on my house. My brother drives by once in awhile. I guess it's good to have a nosey neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8571245010966406821?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8571245010966406821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8571245010966406821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8571245010966406821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8571245010966406821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/04/kid-and-i-are-still-in-seattle-with-my.html' title='in Seattle a little longer...'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R_inpwGgyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/sw6yihLMjKI/s72-c/CanonRebelXTI+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8154547180666449323</id><published>2008-03-09T16:05:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:09:13.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175898760551699330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R9R8f-gRk4I/AAAAAAAAACs/kwqh_KlrQ5s/s320/2304452120_ecac5fdb45.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;It's been such a long journey since last I blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My son turned 12 in January and my daughter turned 3 in July. Could you believe my son will be in middle school this next school year. He's trying his hardest to get through the sixth grade. Abigail has adjusted well to her surroundings. She had been going to a daycare that she didn't like and switched last August. She is in the Pre-K3 class at her brothers school and is learning all the little things about being a 3 year old. She is very creative and enjoys coloring, cutting, and gluing. She loves handling those little scissors, Lord knows I have to keep those hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In January my Mother went through a heart transplant and is recovering well. God has blessed her so much. My daughter and I will be heading down to Seattle to spend a month with her. It's going to be tough on my finances but it's got to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R9SDuegRk7I/AAAAAAAAADE/KH7XtpnSjlo/s1600-h/2303652729_918a3bf014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175906706241196978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R9SDuegRk7I/AAAAAAAAADE/KH7XtpnSjlo/s320/2303652729_918a3bf014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've gone through the hardest part and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R9SCmegRk6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ov__GZwTT2w/s1600-h/2303652729_918a3bf014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;now it's time to start new. We've already started planning the summer with fishing, camping, and berry picking. Those are a few things mother has missed. Last summer she went berry picking and this year she'll be alot stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;To fill her time in Seattle she started quilting. I've got several quilts on the table. The first being a baby quilt for the doctor I work with. She had a little boy, Colton. I love all the fabrics with stars and little boats. I'm sure it won't be finished by the time I leave for Seattle. I'm sewing the blocks up into strips and I don't know if I like it much. The fabric make the strips look gorgeous but the seams are not matching up like I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another quilt I am planning is one for my mother. The fabric is sweet (pictured top left). I am waiting for a book to come in from my LFS/LYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend I've been planning this trip to Seattle. I will be taking my daughter but my son will have to stay behind. He didn't like being away from school last time so my dear friend, Carla, has agreed to let him stay with her. She doesn't have any children so this should be an adventure for her. My son listens pretty well and he will be in good hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a different note, the weather here has been warm. It's 45 degrees in the Great state of Alaska. The snow is melting at lightening speed. Okay, maybe not lightening speed but it's melting. This means if it gets cold at night all the water will freeze. I've lived here all of my life and do not like driving with icy roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty, off to sweep and mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8154547180666449323?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8154547180666449323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8154547180666449323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8154547180666449323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8154547180666449323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2008/03/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/R9R8f-gRk4I/AAAAAAAAACs/kwqh_KlrQ5s/s72-c/2304452120_ecac5fdb45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-955925219469836899</id><published>2007-10-02T22:23:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:12:47.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Yourself: Twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): I don't have one right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Your hair: growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Your mother: Rachel, Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Your Father: Peter, Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Your Siblings: Older Brother--Peter, Twin Brother--Lowell(passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Your Favorite Item: camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Your dream last night: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Your Favorite drink: pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Your Dream Car: jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. The room you are in: Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Your Ex: in God's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Your fear: Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. What you want to be in 10 years?: Content in my walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Who you hung out with last night? Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. What You're Not?: a door-mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Muffins: blueberry/lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. One of Your Wish List Items: camera lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Time: in God's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. The Last Thing You Did: swept the floor and mopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. What You Are Wearing: t-shirt and short pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Your Favorite Weather: Crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Your Favorite Book: Little Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. The Last Thing You Ate: bagel bites with kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Your Life: tornadoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Your Mood: solemn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Your best friend: terrific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?: mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Your car: jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment?: thinking about more cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Your summer: hopefully will be filled with family fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Your relationship status: Dreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;32. What is on your TV?: Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;33. What is the weather like?: warming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;34. When is the last time you laughed?: I'm always laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;35. When is the last time you cried?: last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-955925219469836899?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/955925219469836899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=955925219469836899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/955925219469836899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/955925219469836899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-word-meme.html' title='One Word Meme'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8531198445542773782</id><published>2007-06-17T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:35:28.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYxc22CBbI/AAAAAAAAABs/RoH74QUQGo0/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077300001735050674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYxc22CBbI/AAAAAAAAABs/RoH74QUQGo0/s200/Family+Pictures+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My daughter loves playing with little baby dolls. She lines them up face down all in a row for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;. The linen towels are the first thing she finds to cover up the freezing dollies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I had fun making this quilt, finishing it this weekend. Okay, the unfinished blankie sat around in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WIP&lt;/span&gt; basket for ever. I couldn't get the binding just right so I put it off. I ripped it and restarted the binding. After a few inches of wayward stitching, it looks pretty good. I'm excited that the binding turned out nicely. I was inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherbailey.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Heather Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;'s Tutorial. I love her website, it's so inspiring and I absolutely love her fabric as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYl6W2CBYI/AAAAAAAAABU/7YFHJUQqM_w/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077287314401658242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYl6W2CBYI/AAAAAAAAABU/7YFHJUQqM_w/s200/Family+Pictures+351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Another inspiration is the Lilac tree that I planted in my mothers yard two years ago. It finally started blooming. I love it. Now it's about 4 feet tall. It smells wonderful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I've been thinking about planting another apple tree in Mom's yard. I'd do it in my yard but I don't like spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time back there. My neighbor is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nosey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love spending time in Mother's yard, she has a 6 ft fence all around her place. It's so private and peaceful. I'm a bit envious of it. My favorite spot is the swing. You have a view of the whole yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYvzG2CBaI/AAAAAAAAABk/xXXU1TtV4Iw/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077298184963884450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYvzG2CBaI/AAAAAAAAABk/xXXU1TtV4Iw/s200/Family+Pictures+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flickr is an inspiration to my creativity. I wish I had more time in the week to sew. I would sew everyday if I could. I found the pattern for the 3 tiered skirt at JoAnn Fabrics yesterday. I found a nice pink fabric to create this lovely little skirt and my daughter adores it. She called it her little Princess dress, although it's a skirt...she doesn't know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I suppose I'll do three colors next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a whole list of items I would like to sew up this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Amy Butler Weekender Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Quilt for Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Quilt for Nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Quilt for Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Quilt for me... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Wee Wonderfuls Big Footed Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'll be busy this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8531198445542773782?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8531198445542773782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8531198445542773782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8531198445542773782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8531198445542773782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-daughter-loves-playing-with-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RnYxc22CBbI/AAAAAAAAABs/RoH74QUQGo0/s72-c/Family+Pictures+356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8278634353928635946</id><published>2007-05-19T22:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:15:12.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a days work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/Rk_m6DcAz3I/AAAAAAAAABE/kLit53adzTw/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066521990844698482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/Rk_m6DcAz3I/AAAAAAAAABE/kLit53adzTw/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, so far, has been spent doing yard work. First my son and I worked on my mothers yard. She has a huge yard but only needed to be cut. Then we worked on our yard, which is much smaller but it needed more attention because we hadn't worked on it at all this spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We uprooted a few unwanted trees and dug out some weeds. It was tough work but for the rest of the season it should need maintenance. I'm so glad that part is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also gathered a bunch of junk that the previous owners decided to leave behind. I know, I know, we've been in the house close to three years and haven't cleaned up their hidden junk but it's done. I couldn't believe the junk that we cleared out. From toilet seats to tires to broken glass to bathroom tiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year I threw away a barbecue pit and lawn junk. (The rest was hidden under piles of wood behind the storage). I don't know what they were thinking but I couldn't believe that someone could live with such a hidden mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son is 11 years old and this year is the year that he is to maintain the yard. I told him I will have nothing to do with it, except the occasional gardening. It is now his job and I am gladly passing down the duty. He should have an easy time now that all of the clearing is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part of my day was having fun with the kids in the freshly cut lawn taking beautiful pictures of them. This is what makes me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8278634353928635946?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8278634353928635946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8278634353928635946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8278634353928635946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8278634353928635946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a days work'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/Rk_m6DcAz3I/AAAAAAAAABE/kLit53adzTw/s72-c/IMG_1720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-7487352178744017588</id><published>2007-05-12T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:16:51.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ripples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RkeFMHXrsxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h45s_Hdsc90/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064162749184717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RkeFMHXrsxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h45s_Hdsc90/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that I don't know what to do with myself. I love to read, knit, crochet, sew...but when I start something and then finish it I can't get in the groove again. I guess variety is the spice of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started on an afghan for my son. I couldn't make up my mind as to what colors to choose for my first ripple. I think that the colors I chose are quite nice and my son seems to like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make several ripples this year in hopes to have some Christmas gifts for family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-7487352178744017588?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7487352178744017588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=7487352178744017588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7487352178744017588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7487352178744017588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2007/05/ripple-tale.html' title='ripples'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RkeFMHXrsxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h45s_Hdsc90/s72-c/IMG_1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-8955677007244140561</id><published>2007-01-13T14:10:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:17:27.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to Accomplish this year:&lt;br /&gt;(this will be an ongoing list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend quality time with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read a handful of books.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read to the kids more often.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get to sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;5. Declutter my house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Complete one knit project per month.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sew a quilt.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pay off two credit cards and them close them.&lt;br /&gt;9. More Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-8955677007244140561?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8955677007244140561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=8955677007244140561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8955677007244140561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/8955677007244140561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-to-accomplish-this-year-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-2331257979087404923</id><published>2006-12-24T22:50:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:10:03.428-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Knit New Years Resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY-P0BDmxzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rNI_QNKAL84/s1600-h/mustardhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012383034086180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY-P0BDmxzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rNI_QNKAL84/s320/mustardhat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am a self taught knitter and until this year I only knew how to knit scarves. This summer I signed up for a class that one of the RN's arranged at work. We spent two different days for an hour learning how to knit a roll brim hat. It was exciting to see a project come together. I ended up ripping it a couple of times because I was not happy with the tention and the way it was turning out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mustard colored hat was my first piece of work (other than scarves). After comleting my son's hat I knitted one for my daughter. I used smaller needles. It fits perfectly (with no room to grow) I will need to make another as she grows. Both hats I used lambs wool. I don't know the dates I completed them but plan on journaling future projects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012386998340994882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY-TaxDmx0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OSxUs8yxIa0/s320/abby%27s+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hadn't worked on any knit projects for several months and found a pattern for baby socks. Hmmm I thought, is it possible for me to be able to read a pattern and be successful? Much to my surprise my plan had worked. I was able to make a pair of socks that matched in size and shape. I'm so excited to know that I can follow a pattern. The world is at my fingertips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(picture will be posted later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now I'm working on a third hat for myself.  I am using ribbing for this one.  I haven't spent much time on it.  I would like to knit a pair of socks for my eleven year old son.  I started on that project but now it is sitting in a bag.   There is not enough time in ones day to focus on projects when you work full time and be a full time mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-2331257979087404923?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2331257979087404923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=2331257979087404923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2331257979087404923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/2331257979087404923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/12/knit-new-years-resolution.html' title='Knit New Years Resolution...'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY-P0BDmxzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rNI_QNKAL84/s72-c/mustardhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-424396552450171034</id><published>2006-12-24T18:41:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:05:41.665-09:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY9RpxDmxxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XWLIkdS59oM/s1600-h/A+christmas+story+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012314688271599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY9RpxDmxxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XWLIkdS59oM/s320/A+christmas+story+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I have fond memories of watching A Christmas Story year after year. This year I will delight in watching it once again with my children. I will not miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ralphie&lt;/span&gt;, for it is on for the next 24 hours...starting NOW! It wouldn't seem like Christmas without it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Wow, There it is, the Holy Grail of Christmas Gifts, the Red Ryder 200-hundred shot range model air rifle..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have already made cookies to leave out for Santa. A combination of Chocolate Chip cookies and Sugar Cookies frosted and sprinkled with sparkling red and green sugar crystals to boot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the end of the month nears, I reflect on the year past and the year to come. This January my son will turn 11 and in July (still ways away) my daughter turns 3. It seems like yesterday that they were little babies. How time flies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few of the things that I'm proud of this past year was learning how to knit socks. I've knitted scarves and hats and was a little frightened of the advancement of socks and mitts. Now that I have conquered the fear I would like to try mittens. I'm guessing it may be a little easier than the socks so I have no fear....okay, perhaps a little.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to make something easy for dinner for we will feast on a Christmas dinner of turkey, stuffing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; salad, etc...tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Day and may God Bless your Homes!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012316487862896418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY9TShDmxyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xi8s-HzyYyM/s320/Vintage+Santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-424396552450171034?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/424396552450171034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=424396552450171034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/424396552450171034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/424396552450171034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YT_FMep2f2w/RY9RpxDmxxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XWLIkdS59oM/s72-c/A+christmas+story+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-3312740188955715205</id><published>2006-11-12T01:57:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:14:41.680-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Citizen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/grandma"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/grandma%27s%20house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I decided to spend some time with Grandma this weekend. I mean, she only lives7 minutes away from us but the thought of them being able to spend the night at Grandma's is exciting to them. Besides, sitting around gossiping about family business and watching the boob tube is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A midnight craving for chocolate ice cream brought us out driving in the late night. I usually don't drive around that late but the grocery store is only a few minutes away. While waiting for mother in the car I got to catch up with a little reading, something to keep my mind off the frozen Alaskan air. (&lt;em&gt;I'm reading&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Super Mom&lt;/em&gt;.) It's a bit chilly outside but the car is running and the heat, well, is trying to warm up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my moments of concentration, I look up to find two men running past the car, in a sheer moment I realize it is a Police Officer chasing after a man. The officer was probably in his late 30's, maybe early 40's and the man being chased was probably in his mid 20's. I must say that the Police Officer was in good physical condition to be able to keep up with the young man. I don't know if it was the ice on the pavement that slowed him or what but he lost him. I don't know what the situation was but after my family had entered the vehicle minutes later we went to gas up. There was a little black car sitting at the payphone with a young lady. She sat there, with the engine off, the whole time I gassed up. She looked about the age of the man that was being chased. Could there be a correlation between the two? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was driving away from the gas station, there were 4 police cars at different ends of the grocery store. Three Police Officer's headed in another direction with a K-9. How exciting. As I drove past these three men, I decided to tell them about the young lady patiently waiting at the vacant gas station, all alone in her vehicle. To my surprise one of the officer's yells "We're busy..." another says "Call dispatch..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't allow me to continue with what I was saying so I drove off. I think this lady was waiting for this man they were chasing. Maybe not, but just in case, they could have questioned her. I was only being a good citizen, but realize that I shouldn't have bothered them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you have done in this situation? I thought it a bit strange for a young lady sitting at the gas station in her vehicle at 1:00 in the morning in temperatures in the single digits. She was parked near a payphone with her engine off. As I drove past her, she did not move an inch, not even a glance in my direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I hope that whatever the problems were, that everyone was safe and handled by the coppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/copcar.gif" border="0" /&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/36388876-3312740188955715205?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3312740188955715205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=3312740188955715205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/3312740188955715205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/3312740188955715205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-citizen.html' title='Good Citizen?'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-5290210847951080672</id><published>2006-10-31T22:48:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:22:45.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not much of a Halloweenie.  With all of the hoopla at work about Halloween I decided to allow my children to partake in the the receiving of candy.  My son as Captain Hook and my daughter Abigail as Tinkerbell.  We live in Alaska so it is a bit cold, she wore a t-shirt under her dress.  I had so much fun fixing her hair and adorning it with fairie dust.  Doesn't she look adorable?  In the past, instead of participating in the halloween thing, we would attend the carnival at our Church.  With this cold, I almost wish we had done that instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards we headed over to the hospital to check on my Uncle in the Intensive Care Unit.  He has been in a coma for about a week and is not expected to recover.  Our family is facing some major decisions in regards to his life and it will be a tough decision for his daughters to make.  I only hope that when the decisions are made that the family will stick together.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the Native communities, families stick together through thick and thin.  My mother has a large family.  Although she only had three children, the Aunts and Uncles are a plenty.  Not to mention the many Cousins.  It's always interesting to hear the conversations that are held within the circle.  I remember when I was a young girl my cousin Michelle and I would sit and listen to the adults.  Now our children are doing so.  We never wanted to feel left out, always wanted to be included in the circle, the circle of women, the circle of sisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sisterhood is a strong bond.  I don't have a sister, only two brothers.  It's not much fun to gossip with my brother.  That's not how most men work I suppose...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-5290210847951080672?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5290210847951080672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=5290210847951080672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/5290210847951080672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/5290210847951080672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-9053241032270707326</id><published>2006-10-30T02:35:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:40:31.788-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifted'/><title type='text'>Thirfted Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I absolutely love this little sewing machine with a bobbin of thread.  I found this at a thrift shop and when I got home to open up the little treasure box there was a little bobbin of thread (the top says cotton) wrapped up in little bubble wrap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-9053241032270707326?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9053241032270707326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=9053241032270707326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/9053241032270707326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/9053241032270707326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/thirfted-treasure.html' title='Thirfted Treasure'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-4742175349472179867</id><published>2006-10-29T22:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:42:28.852-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Making of Beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/cottonblossom_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/400/cottonblossom_light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what a lovely room, I love this bed, picture found on the net...my dream room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Care And Making Of Beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Air beds daily. It is best to remove all covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Turn mattress over often. Turn from end to end to prevent sinking in the center. Often brush off the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Lay lower sheet in place, right side up. Tuck wide hem in at the head. Stretch smooth, and tuck tightly in at foot and sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Lay bolster in place, if one is used. Lay upper sheet right side facing down. Place wide hem at top, leaving enough to turn over. Tuck in at foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Place blankets not quite to top of sheet, tucking them carefully in at foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Spread counterpane smooth over all: and after shaking pillows, put them in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pad cover is often laid over the mattress, before placing the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all, what is a bolster? Dictionary.com says it is a long narrow pillow or cushion. Couldn't they have just said that? :)~ Okay, this was written in 1914. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have time to air my bed out daily. When I get home at the end of the day I just want to go to sleep. (I usually don't because I have insomnia...but the last thing on my mind is to air my bed out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-4742175349472179867?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4742175349472179867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=4742175349472179867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4742175349472179867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4742175349472179867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/making-of-beds.html' title='Making of Beds'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-7045892503133293595</id><published>2006-10-29T21:36:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:46:07.503-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/Doll%20People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/Doll%20People.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never really enjoyed housekeeping. I do, however, enjoy a clean home. I suppose that would be the fruits of my labor. Being a single parent of two lovely chilren, one in which is going through some terrible two's, I find that it's difficult to ensure that my house is spotless at all times. This perhaps will be a conquest that I shall seek through the years. I guess the first action would be to de-clutter. Hmmm, de-clutter...I was interested to find this word was not in the dictionary &lt;em&gt;(at least not on dictionary.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Which leads me to believe that being in the state of tidiness is unattainable. Is this possible? I hope not.  I will make this one of my goals to reach before the year is up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some things that I need to de-clutter.  (&lt;em&gt;I will use this word because it should be in the dictionary.):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Childrens clothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)never ending paperwork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)magazines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)toys (never ending supply)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)old shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;6)unused household goods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;7)hmmm, I'm sure there are more things that I have not listed....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me that whenever I have gotten rid of something, something else re-appears.  I don't know, some lovely magic trick perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the two year old.  She seems to pull things out of her hat...things that once were lost are now found.  My house will never be in order.  Perhaps it is unattainable....nah!&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/36388876-7045892503133293595?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7045892503133293595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=7045892503133293595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7045892503133293595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/7045892503133293595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/clean-house.html' title='Clean House'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-4994593287805382778</id><published>2006-10-23T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:49:20.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Treats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/LoanneYoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/LoanneYoung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23 October 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it's my birthday today I thought I'd post 33 things you may or may not know about me, inspired by the creative &lt;a href="http://birdinthehand.typepad.com/a_bird_in_the_hand/2006/01/index.html"&gt;Lisa Congdon&lt;/a&gt;...(Thanks for the inspiration Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. I love to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I totally despise static electricity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. I don't like anyone playing with my hair (see #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. My favorite season is fall time (&lt;em&gt;especially in Alaska&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. I'm Inupiaq (&lt;em&gt;eskimo&lt;/em&gt;), Swedish and Norwegian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. I'm not good at public speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. My favorite number is the number 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. I took German for two years in high school and don't remember one thing...my German teacher smoked pot with members of our hockey team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. I get totally obsessed with shopping when I find a new hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Mac n' cheese is my favorite comfort food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. I paid a friend a couple of dollars to change my grade from a C to a B in German class in high school. He was the teachers aid, probably a member of the hockey team....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. Teaching children is not something I am comfortable with (I used to be a teachers helper for a 3rd grade girls Bible study, I felt obligated to do it and pressured...I wasn't happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. I don't know how to change a flat tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14. Lived in Kansas as a youngster while mother went to college and love the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;15. I miss my twin brother terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;16. My older brother spoils me and my children :)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;17. I played the violin in elementary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;18. I should have been born in the 1800s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;19. I haven't gone to church in so long because I am uncomfortable, I am a minority and don't feel welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;20. I'm not a morning person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;21. I wish I could work from home, but wouldn't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;22. The wind is comforting to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;23. I'm very sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;24. I love the color pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;25. Am desparate to track my Ancestry from Sweden&lt;/span&gt; and Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26. My kids and I spend a majority of my time at my mother's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;27. I was fearful of teen pregnancy and was scared to date in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;28. I gag very easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;29. I love watching Martha Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30. I'm not comfortable living near my nosey neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;31. I love the smell of fresh cut grass but despise yard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;32. I hate my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;33. I still have a little fear of big dogs, when I was younger I was bit on the bum by a German Shepard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-4994593287805382778?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4994593287805382778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=4994593287805382778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4994593287805382778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4994593287805382778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-treats.html' title='Birthday Treats!'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-4613061800821681908</id><published>2006-10-22T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:28:55.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Well today was a nice day to rest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Last night when I arrived at my house I found a nice surprise waiting for me on my porch.  I found a vase filled with pretty pink carnations and a lovely birthday card from my co-workers.  My birthday isn't until tomorrow but I thought it was a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gesture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know how I feel about turning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thirty something&lt;/span&gt;.  I've already started pulling some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; greys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Some things I wish I accomplished before turning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thirty something&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;1.  Finish my college education (put on hold to work full time and raise two wonderful kids).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;2.  Travel a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;3.  Tone and firm my body (ugh, this will be a work in progress....).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;4.  the list will continue to grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't regret anything that has happened in my life.  I only wish I would have been more cautious and thrift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;spendy&lt;/span&gt; with my money.  My life as a single mother of Nate and Abby is wonderful.  On one income, I managed to purchase a home for my family of three.  It's not a terribly big house, but a house none the less.  It is a two bedroom ranch style zero lot line.  Meaning I have a common wall with another home owner.  I don't know how I feel about it, but it's my first home.  I've been living here for two years now and purchased this home before I adopted my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;My neighbors are a young couple with one child.  I haven't really spoken to them, nor have they spoken to me.  I've waved a few times...that's about it.  My other neighbor is a lady that lives with a friend.  She is always working in her yard and she tends to be a bit nosey.  Her yard is immaculate, which I only wish that I spent as much time in mine.  With all of my other chores, it makes it difficult to focus on anything else.  I guess I lack having a green thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Time to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-4613061800821681908?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4613061800821681908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=4613061800821681908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4613061800821681908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/4613061800821681908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-543877241899572225</id><published>2006-10-21T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T04:58:46.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 vs. 100</title><content type='html'>Last night I tuned in to watch 1 vs. 100 on NBC.  It's quite interesting the logic behind this game and I am quite taken by the contestants and the MOB.  One in particular, &lt;a href="http://ken-jennings.com/blog/?m=200610"&gt;Ken Jennings&lt;/a&gt;, the brainiac guy who spent six months on &lt;em&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/em&gt; winning 2.52 million dollars.  Did he not win enough money he had to show up on another show?  Or was he completely bored?  Hmmm.  Where do they get the other members of the MOB?  I thought it funny when Ken actually got an answer wrong.  I believe it was the question &lt;em&gt;What color is the number one on the Roulette Wheel?  Red, Black or Green?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the contestant is smart they'll know when to quit.  If not, they lose it all.  I've seen both.  Much like &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Deal_or_No_Deal/"&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;/a&gt;, I've seen contestants lose a huge amounts of money because they don't know when to quit or because of greed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt; website to see what the hype was all about.  They actually have an online &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/1vs100/"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; (1 vs. 100) you can play.  It's okay...nothing to write home about...(I guess interesting enough to blog).  It's not something I'll get addicted to. I don't see this being a long term show, although I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-543877241899572225?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/543877241899572225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=543877241899572225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/543877241899572225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/543877241899572225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-vs-100.html' title='1 vs. 100'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388876.post-116142745676669077</id><published>2006-10-21T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:24:16.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraternal Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/1600/Lowell9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/12/4442/320/Lowell9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel that my world is spinning around and around. My current state of confusion span from lifelong experiences with family, friend, and foe. I feel happiness yet I harbor sadness. I have much to be grateful for and yet there is sorrow and despair. When I am happy I am not satisfied. There is something missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15th marks the 10th anniversary of my twin brothers demise. It seems like yesterday that we were once running around in the summer heat, causing trouble. Our birthday is on October 23rd and I find it difficult still to "celebrate" the day of our birth. Sometimes I feel obligated to celebrate my birthday, inside I feel like curling up and spending it asleep in my bed just so I won't feel what I am feeling inside. To mask the pain of losing my brother, with whom I shared the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he pushed me out and six minutes later he arrived. Doctors didn't know mother was having twins but grandmother knew. She walked herself to the hospital in snow, full with twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you dearly my twin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36388876-116142745676669077?l=loannelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/116142745676669077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36388876&amp;postID=116142745676669077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/116142745676669077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36388876/posts/default/116142745676669077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loannelynn.blogspot.com/2006/10/fraternal-twins.html' title='Fraternal Twins'/><author><name>Loanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
