<?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-29680556</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:18:18.467-08:00</updated><category term='Egyptian pyramids'/><category term='finances'/><category term='wings'/><category term='God for a day'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='listen to God'/><category term='Drought'/><category term='The Trip'/><category term='Lazarus'/><category term='penguin'/><category term='community'/><category term='hug'/><category term='Bible in a year'/><category term='conversation with God'/><category term='Peter Pan'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='needs and wants'/><category term='relax'/><category term='Money 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Barrie'/><category term='Imaginary'/><category term='Jesus arrested'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='food'/><category term='play'/><category term='Climate change'/><category term='chaos'/><category term='judging'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='money'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Mary from the Prairie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8684449832994137714</id><published>2012-01-22T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:42:39.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Technology Grand?</title><summary type='text'>



Ain’t technology grand?


About ten years ago I was part of a team sent by my company
to teach employees how to use an upgraded computer program.  The computers we had been using were very cumbersome,
and obsolete to the point where they had to be replaced in order to be upgraded.  As I was learning about this new system, I
wanted to try to test its limits.  I
tried whatever I could think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8684449832994137714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8684449832994137714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8684449832994137714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8684449832994137714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2012/01/aint-technology-grand.html' title='Ain&apos;t Technology Grand?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARQmJtSJ9P0/Tx0BNB-ZF6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/rfZtPWylr0w/s72-c/computerFire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7333130911835045916</id><published>2011-10-15T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:30:07.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I can handle</title><summary type='text'>
It seems all of us have had someone say something that has
made a lasting impact on our lives.  It
may have been a parent, a teacher, pastor, friend, a line in a movie, or
something overheard from a total stranger.


This week’s blog topic is “A not-so-well-known Bible verse
that impacted you.”  For me, there are
several.  One is Ecclesiastes 9:4




"Anyone who is among the living has hope—even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7333130911835045916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7333130911835045916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7333130911835045916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7333130911835045916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-seems-all-of-us-have-had-someone-say.html' title='More than I can handle'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoJ_AKZFwq8/TpoFDsnKg6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1GsBIXtVZfA/s72-c/funny-dog-pictures-how-dare-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7803095803730283354</id><published>2011-09-30T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:53:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message about prayer ...</title><summary type='text'>Hello, everybody.  God here.  Thought I’d check in with all of you this evening.  I’ve been hearing your prayers – all of them – and have been answering them, too.  I know some of you don’t quite believe that I’ve been hearing and listening.  And there are a few of you who have been praying, with the first words out of your heart are “God, if you’re there …”  Surprise!  I AM here!  I’ve heard the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7803095803730283354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7803095803730283354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7803095803730283354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7803095803730283354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/09/message-about-prayer.html' title='Message about prayer ...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hdwX80z60E/Toa4t7XsvCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_N2HdgYN5ic/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3785936075195517920</id><published>2011-09-22T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:48:46.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><summary type='text'>

Not long ago I attended a writer's faire, where I heard a speaker say, "If you write a page a day, at the end of a year you will have a novel."  No, I thought, in my case I would have 365 pages of disconnected drivel.  

This is a sampling of my disconnected drivel that came out of the 500 Words challenge.  It happens to be in line with this week's Topical Blogger's subject of "Family Portraits</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3785936075195517920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3785936075195517920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3785936075195517920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3785936075195517920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-portrait.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gE-CfXWgIqc/Tnwdgjzh67I/AAAAAAAAAtk/iDiFB2q0jXw/s72-c/20110303-camera-flash-rage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5007931270398182960</id><published>2011-09-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:04:55.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is hell, exactly?</title><summary type='text'>

Tragedy. 
Disease.  Killer heat waves.  Natural disasters.  Terrorist attacks.  Horrible circumstances.  Chocolate chip cookies without a cold glass
of milk.  War.  Sitting through the movie “Creature.”  What do all of these things have in
common?  



People say they are hell. 




While unpleasant things make our lives miserable, even
hellish, they themselves are not hell. 
We’ve all heard or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5007931270398182960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5007931270398182960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5007931270398182960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5007931270398182960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-hell-exactly.html' title='What is hell, exactly?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbqzABzJqmA/TnbNGywdjfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/5LwBbrqHUSU/s72-c/spiritual+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8552153537743041766</id><published>2011-09-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:46:22.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Jesus</title><summary type='text'>

There is a popular hymn that is
taught in Sunday school classes all over America.  As I type the words, and as you read them, we
can hear young children singing, “Oh, how I love Jesus, because He first loved
me!”  Yes, Jesus loves me, and I love
Jesus.  


Bible verses such as “For God so
loved the world that He gave His only son, so that whoever believes in him
shall not perish but have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8552153537743041766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8552153537743041766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8552153537743041766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8552153537743041766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-popular-hymn-that-istaught-in.html' title='Why I love Jesus'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvSIehwAUX4/TnLwNnKLyQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/S3h34MQ4-Wk/s72-c/Jesus--sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7399832071371607448</id><published>2011-09-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:31:31.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Aw, Fudge!</title><summary type='text'>

I love the autumn months. It’s my favorite time of year, really. Not necessarily because of the change of seasons.  In California, there is not much change of season to begin with.  It’s not because children are returning to school and all the projects that go with it.  And I am not a Halloween fan.  Football has its merits, but that’s not what makes the season special.



The reason fall is so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7399832071371607448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7399832071371607448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7399832071371607448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7399832071371607448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/09/aw-fudge.html' title='Aw, Fudge!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12zw9oxkxjU/TmmxngCJFhI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lGUwx8ngB7E/s72-c/nutella%2Bfudge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6389850027955008468</id><published>2011-08-25T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:40:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Imitation</title><summary type='text'>

probably not comparing the same versions of the $5 bill but you get the gist.
I work at a place where quite a bit of money changes hands on a daily basis.  
They call me the “money-mama.”  I’m the one responsible for making sure the employees can make change for a $100 bill on a $6 transaction first thing in the morning.  I’m the one who makes sure all the big bucks are accounted for at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6389850027955008468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6389850027955008468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6389850027955008468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6389850027955008468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-imitation.html' title='True Imitation'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4316895422999719915</id><published>2011-08-21T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:34:49.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the world</title><summary type='text'>

Hong Kong's Symphony of Lights
"You are the light of the world.  A city on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” - Matthew 5:14-16

A couple of months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4316895422999719915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4316895422999719915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4316895422999719915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4316895422999719915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/08/light-of-world.html' title='Light of the world'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6929804568128662046</id><published>2011-08-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:03:23.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Gifts</title><summary type='text'>Gifts.  We’ve all given some, and we’ve all received some.  Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, re-gifts.  Some of my favorite gifts to receive – and to give – are the ones given for just cause – “just ‘cause” you are loved by somebody.  Whatever the occasion, the giver usually puts some thought behind what gift he chooses for the recipient.  I know when I give a gift, whether it is a book or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6929804568128662046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6929804568128662046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6929804568128662046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6929804568128662046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/08/special-gifts.html' title='Special Gifts'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-9075179063767286795</id><published>2011-07-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:53:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's rich!</title><summary type='text'>That’s Rich!  When you hear that phrase, different things could come to mind.  For me, the first thoughts are Chocolate, Cheesecake, Cappuccino.  Or you might think of people, such as that “Little” guy who does impersonations.  That’s Rich!  And of course there’s what it costs to fill up a gas tank nowadays – too rich for my blood!    There’s another meaning to the phrase “That’s Rich.”  I looked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/9075179063767286795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=9075179063767286795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/9075179063767286795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/9075179063767286795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-rich.html' title='That&apos;s rich!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPfuzGWOzCI/Tisy0TIGFmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/R12q96n9lUY/s72-c/hypocrite.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7942000708971737928</id><published>2011-07-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:01:59.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This little light......</title><summary type='text'>All throughout history God has used people to do things for Him.  Even today God still uses people, presenting opportunities to all of us to tell others of His love for the world. His call may be subtle, such as simply noticing that someone needs help opening a door to enter or exit a building.  It may be a bit stronger.  He may but a burden on your heart to help people at the freeway offramps by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7942000708971737928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7942000708971737928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7942000708971737928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7942000708971737928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-little-light.html' title='This little light......'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6757970477324783679</id><published>2011-06-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:00:58.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the difference?</title><summary type='text'>I have been cleaning out areas of my house and garage lately that have not seen light in quite some time.  I found some items of obvious sentimental value - high school yearbooks; a set of collector plates that my mother gave to me; a journal that I started writing when I was in 8th grade.  I also found some unusual items belonging to my ex-husband - some ugly neckties, a whoopie-cushion or two, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6757970477324783679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6757970477324783679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6757970477324783679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6757970477324783679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-difference.html' title='What&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i319.photobucket.com/albums/mm470/rwbmesa/Christian/th_treecrosslg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8979976640002424521</id><published>2011-05-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:30:22.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartimaeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid of the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilndfold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blindness'/><title type='text'>What is seen in the light</title><summary type='text'>

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The other night I decided to do an experiment.  Not out of boredom, but for a purpose.  It’s blog writing time.  On several occasions in the past I’ve asked for input from my Facebook friends as research for whatever topic I’m focused on.  This time I decided to do my own research for a change.  The topic for the week?  What is seen in the light.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8979976640002424521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8979976640002424521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8979976640002424521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8979976640002424521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-seen-in-light.html' title='What is seen in the light'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-478080839731138762</id><published>2011-05-09T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:04:57.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they all lived happily ever after...</title><summary type='text'>Just a few weeks ago, the entire world had their eyes turned to England for the wedding of Prince William and the young Kate Middleton. Well, maybe not the whole world. I did not stay up late or wake up early to watch what was happening across the pond, but I did manage to see some of the highlights of the festivities. Events of such a grand scale and exquisiteness as a royal wedding may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/478080839731138762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=478080839731138762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/478080839731138762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/478080839731138762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-they-all-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='And they all lived happily ever after...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4421459420466855384</id><published>2011-04-10T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:39:46.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WiFi Madness</title><summary type='text'>I cancelled my internet service at home a while back. Since then, I’ve either been using the computer at family members’ homes, or more often than not, taking my laptop someplace where I can tap into a Wi-Fi hotspot. A few weeks ago I discovered that I could tap into an unsecured Wi-Fi connection right here at my kitchen table! That is, when the connection is available. And the availability of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4421459420466855384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4421459420466855384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4421459420466855384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4421459420466855384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/04/wifi-madness.html' title='WiFi Madness'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uWeEC2pXWA/TaIVE3GH-EI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8k20HZXRLQ0/s72-c/free+wifi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-843052095830118629</id><published>2011-04-07T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:50:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childlike Faith</title><summary type='text'>

One of the oil islands off of Long Beach.
Not Hawaii.
﻿﻿Children amaze me. They believe in nearly anything, as long as the person telling them is someone that they trust. I remember before I entered kindergarten I honestly believed that Santa Claus squeezed through the mail slot on Christmas Eve to deliver gifts (we didn't have a chimney), that it was a good idea (at the time) to write my name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/843052095830118629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=843052095830118629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/843052095830118629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/843052095830118629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/04/childlike-faith.html' title='Childlike Faith'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lb5WBEyrhms/TZ5YnKjScSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Z_lfQupc1iA/s72-c/LB+Oil+Island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2780756608497171243</id><published>2011-03-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:58:54.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make a difference'/><title type='text'>Making a Difference</title><summary type='text'>﻿ 
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During the past year and a half to two years I have been to more funerals than I care to remember.  Whether these gatherings were called "funeral" or "memorial service" or "celebration of life," there was always an eulogy of some sort, a tribute to the deceased, usually given by a close family member or someone who knew him or her very well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2780756608497171243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2780756608497171243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2780756608497171243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2780756608497171243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/03/making-difference.html' title='Making a Difference'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5514718158743190875</id><published>2011-03-12T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:02:49.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvary'/><title type='text'>Calvary</title><summary type='text'>Calvary. Golgotha. The place of the skull.No one wants to think of this place. Criminals meet punishment.Soldiers wait for dying nobodies to die.Victims and families finding closure as justice is served.A place of disgust. Anguish. Death.Blood-soaked ground. Random bones left behind from the men who died on this hill.Blood-soaked beams of wood and nails tossed aside, forgotten. Just as the men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5514718158743190875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5514718158743190875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5514718158743190875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5514718158743190875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/03/calvary.html' title='Calvary'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ONDR1ARZR0M/TXwI1tm-tZI/AAAAAAAAAss/-7gSttbteJY/s72-c/Calvary+-+one+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7235449047882913434</id><published>2011-03-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:29:20.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Racing</title><summary type='text'>﻿ 


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Two lanes. Two cars. Two drivers. One starting signal One finish line. One winner. One prize. 
Drag racing. What is it about this type of event that draws the attention of thousands of people? Is it the head-to-head competitive nature? The adrenaline rush of pushing the pedal to the metal in hopes of coming out victorious? Is it the prize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7235449047882913434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7235449047882913434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7235449047882913434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7235449047882913434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/03/drag-racing.html' title='Drag Racing'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l242/mpmf59/Drag%20Racing/th_WERNER104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6681652371311019016</id><published>2011-02-18T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:24:59.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><summary type='text'>(Disclaimer: As you read this post, think of the author as someone who is an outsider, looking in. As much as I love and appreciate every member of my family and extended family, it is in no way my intention to sound whiney, or to stir up any conflict or strife. Y'all know me better than that...)
Way back in the deep dark ages of antiquity when I was young, I remember being able to spend time on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6681652371311019016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6681652371311019016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6681652371311019016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6681652371311019016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hhFw3wyJ9g/TV9Cy5LN6bI/AAAAAAAAAso/HQOJGAYTo0o/s72-c/The_Coble_Siblings_with_Auntie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8958852216538798052</id><published>2011-02-05T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:53:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place to call "home"</title><summary type='text'>

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My house has a “For Sale” sign in the front yard at my house. It wasn’t exactly my idea to put the house on the market, with the housing prices down. But I knew that in order for me to remain financially solvent after ending my marriage, I really had no choice. Well, I did – I could have walked away and let the property foreclose. Or I could have applied</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8958852216538798052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8958852216538798052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8958852216538798052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8958852216538798052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-house-has-for-sale-sign-in-front.html' title='A place to call &quot;home&quot;'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2317717103894940774</id><published>2011-01-30T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:48:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>United with Christ</title><summary type='text'>Read Philippians 2:1-11In South America there is a certain species of monkey called the Spider Monkey. It got its name from its long, spindly arms and legs, and the way it easily moves about from tree to tree to do its spider monkey things. The spider monkey also happens to be an important food source to the South American natives, and the natives have discovered a very easy way to capture them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2317717103894940774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2317717103894940774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2317717103894940774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2317717103894940774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/01/united-with-christ.html' title='United with Christ'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RR5PE7lEBis/TEBvzyftHDI/AAAAAAAAB20/apDhD_vyqXI/s72-c/joyshope_philippians2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7540302625955412508</id><published>2011-01-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:37:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder, What If?</title><summary type='text'>My washer and dryer have both been on the fritz of late, which means I’ve been spending some quality time at the local Laund-O-Rama. It can be an interesting place, that Laund-O-Rama. When you look around at the other patrons you can easily tell who has waited until the very last possible day to wash their clothes. I mean, where else would you see someone wearing green and orange plaid Bermuda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7540302625955412508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7540302625955412508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7540302625955412508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7540302625955412508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wonder-what-if.html' title='I wonder, What If?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g107/punkifunkimunki1/Pics/th_untitledj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-832805690385666787</id><published>2011-01-17T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:09:40.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><summary type='text'>Millmark Ave. was a nice quiet street, a good neighborhood where you could raise a family. I remember when we first moved on Millmark, the street was about four blocks long, until the freeway went in, dividing the street. As a little girl, I knew at least the family names of everybody on our little street, where the good kids lived, which houses had the trouble-makers, and which houses the grumpy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/832805690385666787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=832805690385666787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/832805690385666787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/832805690385666787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/01/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i447.photobucket.com/albums/qq192/blueblue_013/speech/th_friendsgivefriendscookies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2945482023462465709</id><published>2011-01-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:59:40.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Life is messed up</title><summary type='text'>Hundreds of millions of people believe in prayer in one form or another. (I would offer some magical statistic that is easily found on the internet, but I do not have that figure available, so the estimate of hundreds of millions will have to do.)  Generally speaking, we believe that through prayer God can heal the sick, comfort those who mourn, protect military personnel half a world away, guide</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2945482023462465709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2945482023462465709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2945482023462465709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2945482023462465709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-messed-up.html' title='Life is messed up'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TSvjO6vo2cI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0Y0tm0V-PL0/s72-c/I+confessed+I+messed+up.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8719903195862495929</id><published>2010-12-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:40:26.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for signs of Jesus</title><summary type='text'>This past week I was asked to write a prayer for the Christmas Eve service at my church. The theme? "Looking for signs of Jesus." My first idea, being a city-dweller, was to use traffic signs. But when I sat down at the keyboard to write, traffic came to a stop. I took a detour, and yielded to God's Spirit. Here's what came out:

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Faithful God, on this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8719903195862495929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8719903195862495929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8719903195862495929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8719903195862495929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-for-signs-of-jesus.html' title='Looking for signs of Jesus'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-1699737649410431844</id><published>2010-11-29T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:37:06.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castles of Air</title><summary type='text'>When I first read the topic I thought, Castles of Air? What am I going to do with that? Who thought of that one, and what were they thinking? Well, Becky owned up to the topic. She said she had something in mind when she suggested it, but I’d have to wait to read her post to find out what it is. I’m still waiting for Becky to write, which means I’m left to figure out this “Castles of Air” thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/1699737649410431844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=1699737649410431844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1699737649410431844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1699737649410431844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/11/castles-of-air.html' title='Castles of Air'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4270202239943660012</id><published>2010-11-22T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:30:29.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Joy</title><summary type='text'>

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The holiday season is fast approaching. It seems like about eleven months or so ago it was Christmas, and here it is again already!The local Rite-Aid store near me replaced the sunblock display with bayberry, peppermint and cinnamon scented candles. In fact, for a week or so, the two displays were actually side-by-side, causing one to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4270202239943660012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4270202239943660012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4270202239943660012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4270202239943660012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/11/finding-joy.html' title='Finding Joy'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TOk-xgKR9LI/AAAAAAAAAsU/o_Vm69WVg1w/s72-c/finding+joy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-159592099683687033</id><published>2010-11-11T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:23:21.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listing</title><summary type='text'>You may be wondering how the Topical Bloggers come up with the weekly topics. Actually, it is quite simple. Blogger Becky has graciously accepted the role of ringleader moderator of the group. Her responsibility is to let us know what the weekly writing should be about. To make it easy for everyone involved (and easy on herself) she forcibly coerces periodically asks the bloggers to submit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/159592099683687033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=159592099683687033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/159592099683687033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/159592099683687033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/11/listing.html' title='Listing'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TNyWJi1F24I/AAAAAAAAAsI/6u9sDw2FQ7c/s72-c/lists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8049570730803855227</id><published>2010-11-07T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:58:52.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority List or Bucket List?</title><summary type='text'>This morning I went online to read and print an email that I had saved from about a week ago, an email having to do with a meeting after church this morning. When I went into my account, I found about eight or ten emails – none of them spam – that I acted upon (read and file, or read and delete). One of them had to do with a discussion with a Facebook friend, so of course I had to go there. Once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8049570730803855227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8049570730803855227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8049570730803855227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8049570730803855227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/11/priority-list-or-bucket-list.html' title='Priority List or Bucket List?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4962802210442446858</id><published>2010-10-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:13:21.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><title type='text'>Soaring and Landing</title><summary type='text'>Last night was the 30 year reunion of SAHS class of 1980. When our 20-year reunion came along, I remember debating whether or not to go, since I only kept in touch with a handful of classmates over the years. I finally made the decision to go ON the day of the reunion. The deciding factor was that I had received an unexpected check in the mail which covered all but $20 of the reunion ticket. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4962802210442446858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4962802210442446858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4962802210442446858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4962802210442446858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/10/soaring-and-landing.html' title='Soaring and Landing'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TM5EZa6x0vI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fOoQvE8bgxY/s72-c/heartwingedinhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-301957754767592066</id><published>2010-10-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:55:00.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercy Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog for Books'/><title type='text'>Miracle of Mercy Land</title><summary type='text'>
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When I received my copy of The Miracle of Mercy Land by River Jordan I was not sure quite what to expect. Fiction is not my preferred genre of books. When you tie a new story to a particular time period, such as pre-WWII, and the book tends to get knocked down a rung on my reading priority list. I'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/301957754767592066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=301957754767592066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/301957754767592066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/301957754767592066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracle-of-mercy-land.html' title='Miracle of Mercy Land'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TMSlsGcbRxI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_lE74FTI7I4/s72-c/Mercy+Land+cover+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8969018439952163930</id><published>2010-10-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:17:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon Rainforest</title><summary type='text'>
It's fun to be part of a group that blogs on the same topic every week, but this week - WOW - Who chose this one? "Amazon Rainforest" ... oh yeah. I picked it. And, as most people in my social circle, I don't know much about it. So, I shall do my best to write an Amazing post. Let's see where God shows up ...
Usually when we think about the Amazon Rainforest, it conjures up visions of lush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8969018439952163930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8969018439952163930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8969018439952163930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8969018439952163930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazon-rainforest.html' title='Amazon Rainforest'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TMTohTpMNUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TGLjJF40fu8/s72-c/frog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2866231508492813049</id><published>2010-10-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:01:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us</title><summary type='text'>
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 The community where I live has an event the first Friday of each month called “First Fridays.” Businesses along one of the main traffic corridors stay open late, local musicians provide entertainment, and local artist exhibit their works in what used to be an old furniture store. It's quite fun (and mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2866231508492813049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2866231508492813049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2866231508492813049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2866231508492813049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/10/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TKe-zu_8GyI/AAAAAAAAAro/X6_XrHWeTgQ/s72-c/downsize-4_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8305171555241985500</id><published>2010-09-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:01:00.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God will not leave us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Cutting Off Limbs and Gouging Out Eyeballs</title><summary type='text'>Autumn is here! I think that of the four seasons, autumn is my favorite. For starters, I was born during the month of October, and celebrate for the entire month. And secondly, the flavors of autumn are a treat to the senses of smell and taste. Pumpkin spiced latte, cappuccino, even lollipops from See's tell me that Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Sweet potatoes, pumpkin bread, pecan and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8305171555241985500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8305171555241985500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8305171555241985500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8305171555241985500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/09/cutting-off-limbs-and-gouging-out.html' title='Cutting Off Limbs and Gouging Out Eyeballs'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3780775992118405672</id><published>2010-09-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:01:01.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors From Hell</title><summary type='text'>Over the past couple of weeks I've written about the journey home to heaven. We've taken a winding, wandering path through life that, like Dorothy's yellow brick road, took us on many twists and turns through this world we don't quite fit in. During this long, seemingly endless journey, we have asked many questions and at times grown impatient along the way, all in anticipation of our life in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3780775992118405672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3780775992118405672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3780775992118405672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3780775992118405672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/09/neighbors-from-hell.html' title='Neighbors From Hell'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3337564035226297298</id><published>2010-09-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:01:01.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are we there yet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>"Are we there yet?"</title><summary type='text'>


Children are full of wonder. They love to explore the world around them, and often experience the world through their imaginations. I remember when I was younger I'd play make-believe games with my brother and sister. We had a swingset in our back yard with a treehouse attached to it. NASA's space program was in the news, with expeditions to the moon and back happening quite frequently, so our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3337564035226297298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3337564035226297298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3337564035226297298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3337564035226297298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-we-there-yet.html' title='&quot;Are we there yet?&quot;'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TIW1Uvdew3I/AAAAAAAAArU/2LSpFx5oveo/s72-c/arewethereyet-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5066085232104352069</id><published>2010-09-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:01:02.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prodigal son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizard of oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorothy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruby slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citizens of heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Not until you've walked a mile in my Ruby Slippers</title><summary type='text'>

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We're all familiar with the story of The Wizard of Oz, right? Dorothy gets sucked up into a twister, and finds herself in this strange colorful land of little people singing about lollipops, wicked witches, and yellow brick roads. She is in child-like wide-eyed amazement at this wonderful place where she is treated like the hero that conquered evil and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5066085232104352069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5066085232104352069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5066085232104352069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5066085232104352069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-until-youve-walked-mile-in-my-ruby.html' title='Not until you&apos;ve walked a mile in my Ruby Slippers'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/THmRbOZ014I/AAAAAAAAAq8/K8mCPz914Ys/s72-c/ruby_slippers+by+323scotty+via+flikr-dot-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8758445042966916297</id><published>2010-08-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:38:13.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><summary type='text'>And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8758445042966916297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8758445042966916297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8758445042966916297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8758445042966916297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/08/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/THtDOOYzJ0I/AAAAAAAAArM/4r37vEeHtys/s72-c/human+shadow+in+curtain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6321178241877313439</id><published>2010-08-26T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:49:27.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Thing</title><summary type='text'>

macromondays "up" -...
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Not long ago I heard a young man give a talk to a group of eager listeners about how to enjoy peace in our lives.  One particular statement he made stood out, something that I cannot let go without comment:

"We cannot let God become the one thing in our lives.  When we are focused on spreading the word of God, unfortunately we sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6321178241877313439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6321178241877313439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6321178241877313439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6321178241877313439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-thing.html' title='The One Thing'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/THHg7_6fixI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QJWcoS6H2oc/s72-c/point+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6961235306283502811</id><published>2010-08-17T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:37:52.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in the storm</title><summary type='text'>
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June Gloom.  It's a particular weather pattern here in Southern California that occurs every May and June – and this year in mid July! – in which the clouds over the ocean find their way inland several miles and linger, sometimes into the middle of the day.   Along the beaches the cloud cover often stays until the late afternoon, and sometimes even brings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3238339841206864825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3238339841206864825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3238339841206864825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3238339841206864825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-all-those-clouds-come-from.html' title='Where did all those clouds come from?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TFD85VNU8TI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vMlQfE5dGa8/s72-c/june+gloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8715499317937288566</id><published>2010-07-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:19:20.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Commitment</title><summary type='text'>Commitment.  The word makes many people think of man and wife, two people joined together, living happily ever after, till death do they part.  There are actually couples who successfully live out that kind of commitment.  In fact, I know of a couple who have been married for over  70  years!

But commitment is not limited to relationships.  And there are commitments that are not entered into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8715499317937288566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8715499317937288566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8715499317937288566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8715499317937288566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/07/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TEUc4LMZEaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OuTmFIVgzL8/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8351910985406971766</id><published>2010-07-17T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:20:06.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Attitude Check!</title><summary type='text'>My pastor seems to like to provoke people at times.

At one point during last Sunday's worship service he prayed, "...and we give our attitudes to You, Lord ..."

So, my friends, I  leave for you this thought-provoking question:

What kind of attitude have you been giving to God?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8351910985406971766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8351910985406971766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8351910985406971766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8351910985406971766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/07/attitude-check.html' title='Attitude Check!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TEKSSjwPbjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Js7HmK50Bqk/s72-c/thoughtprovoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5875229496816990805</id><published>2010-07-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:20:38.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac Davis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muppets'/><title type='text'>A Portrait of Humility......</title><summary type='text'>Actually, it's a video ....

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5875229496816990805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5875229496816990805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5875229496816990805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5875229496816990805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/07/portrait-of-humility.html' title='A Portrait of Humility......'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2142542916476190430</id><published>2010-07-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:53:49.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Hope</title><summary type='text'>Chiquita Mia.  My Little Girl.

Not a name you might expect for a discarded, half-starved, homely mutt, living under a rusted-out car.  And not a dog that most would be willing to adopt as a pet.  Yet Laurie Sacher, a staff member at the Crystal Peaks Youth Ranch in central Oregon did just that.

In the book "Blind Hope:  An Unwanted Dog and the Woman She Rescued" author Kim Meeder recalls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2142542916476190430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2142542916476190430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2142542916476190430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2142542916476190430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/07/blind-hope.html' title='Blind Hope'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TDj55geom1I/AAAAAAAAApg/edkDkvT5jxY/s72-c/blind+hope.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8897675805044890265</id><published>2010-07-03T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:13:17.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow and Pink Post-It Notes</title><summary type='text'>
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"I don't want you eating pomegranates.  They'll stain your shirt."

It seems I heard that all the time from my mother when I was in grade school.  Gotta love the Catholic school uniforms - white shirt and plaid skirts.  We didn't have many other restrictions about what we could eat or could not eat, as long as it would not mess up our braces.  But get caught eating a pomegranate ---

And then I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3533146528990529985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3533146528990529985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3533146528990529985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3533146528990529985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-stains-white-shirts.html' title='Red Stains, White Shirts'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TCf3P1HmWoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/V_bUjEioVh8/s72-c/pomegranate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6574731539918048741</id><published>2010-06-21T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:06:55.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><summary type='text'>    The  Monday Blues. We all go through it. We feel it when we return to the  routine of the routine of our routine jobs that sustain the routine of  the routine of our routine lives. Is there any relief to the futility,  dread and drudgery of the Monday Blues, other than enduring until  Tuesday?

In my opinion ...

"Monday Blues" is not limited  to any one day of the week. The phenomenon stems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6574731539918048741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6574731539918048741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6574731539918048741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6574731539918048741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sfk8JapFjjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DPiSIHBXqM8/s72-c/monday+blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7957838436830648656</id><published>2010-06-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:32:01.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childlike faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good impression'/><title type='text'>Keeping it real</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever heard what to most people would seem like a random comment, but the words stuck with you as something profound?  I remember one such comment that my pastor said at a Christmas Eve service a few years ago.  He and the choir director had just finished singing a duet of “Mary Did You Know.”  Since they did not have much opportunity to rehearse ahead of time, there were a couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7957838436830648656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7957838436830648656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7957838436830648656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7957838436830648656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-it-real.html' title='Keeping it real'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5370582005506974344</id><published>2010-06-13T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:34:29.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journaling'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Book</title><summary type='text'>
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MONEY!</title><summary type='text'>Back in the 80's there was a movie called "The Money Pit".  In this movie, Tom Hanks and Shelley Long play a young couple who buy what they believe is the "perfect" house at the "perfect" price.  It's not long before they find their new home is really a fixer-upper, and not much longer before they realize how much fixin' this old house really needs.  Every time they'd fix something, another thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/555306351851793654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=555306351851793654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/555306351851793654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/555306351851793654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-money-money-money-money.html' title='money, money, money, money ... MONEY!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/TAsFEfNJtoI/AAAAAAAAAog/Hrq1ZwOIryY/s72-c/piggy+bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8655903535925961500</id><published>2010-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:44:33.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you afraid of?</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this month I was hospitalized for 3 ½ days for severe inflammation in my legs and feet. While I was in the triage portion of the ER experience that first afternoon, at least two nurses and an EMT trainee poked me with a lot of needles in a lot of places, trying to draw blood and place an IV, all without success. When it was finally my turn to be seen by a doctor, I was “needled” more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8655903535925961500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8655903535925961500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8655903535925961500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8655903535925961500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-are-you-afraid-of.html' title='What are you afraid of?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3672002861053292074</id><published>2010-05-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:45:16.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>How will they know?</title><summary type='text'>A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, age 5, and Ryan, age 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson about love. She told the boys, “If Jesus were sitting here, he would say ‘Let my brother have the first pancake. I can wait.’” It only took Kevin a split second to catch on. So Kevin turned to his younger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3672002861053292074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3672002861053292074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3672002861053292074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3672002861053292074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-will-they-know.html' title='How will they know?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3506779855142550134</id><published>2010-04-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:37:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's none of your business</title><summary type='text'>How am I doing?
Fine.
A canned answer for a canned question.

I don't want to reveal what's really going on
I don't want to tip my hand
Only to show I've been dealt some crappy cards lately
Because, really, it's none of your business.

I keep it from you
Because I don't quite comprehend it myself
I don't feel "fine" sharing what I don't understand
So I keep it none of your business.

I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3506779855142550134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3506779855142550134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3506779855142550134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3506779855142550134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-none-of-your-business.html' title='It&apos;s none of your business'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-9076230941248577740</id><published>2010-04-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:12:52.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wondered</title><summary type='text'>Christmas.  It's the time of year that traditionally inspires joy more than any other time of year.  In fact, I believe I experienced joy more in December, 2009, than I had in many Christmas seasons in recent memory.  

Why so much joy?  

Was my life all warm and fuzzy, full of the ear-to-ear-grin Kodak moments with loved ones?  Hardly. Our combined income was 23% less in 2009 than in 2008.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/9076230941248577740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=9076230941248577740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/9076230941248577740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/9076230941248577740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wondered.html' title='I Wondered'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/S8u78s83RrI/AAAAAAAAAoY/63pVKWKWNOg/s72-c/blog+-+I+Wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5436175850235568592</id><published>2010-04-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:50:56.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>How do you ...</title><summary type='text'>
This week I'm taking time away from my day-job and taking some time for myself.  It's called "relaxing."  It fits in with this week's Topical Blogger topic:  "How do you relax?"  Along with the topic, the TB group has a twist of using a "magic word" in the post.  This week's word is "iridescent".  Since I don't want to work so much this week, I decided to let other people write part of my blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5436175850235568592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5436175850235568592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5436175850235568592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5436175850235568592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-you.html' title='How do you ...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4632346751508954787</id><published>2010-04-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:52:28.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriosityness and Red Vines</title><summary type='text'>
The Topical Bloggers.  The group, albeit small at this time, that weekly write on what is presented as a singular subject. I suppose if you want a glimpse into how a person's mind really works, their written thoughts are the window to the soul, especially since the Topical Bloggers give that glimpse in written form.

Not a very profound statement, if you ask me.  And that's what this week's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4632346751508954787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4632346751508954787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4632346751508954787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4632346751508954787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriosityness-and-red-vines.html' title='Seriosityness and Red Vines'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3233539723240954308</id><published>2010-03-27T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:51:51.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work that's worth doing</title><summary type='text'>Why do we spend so much of our time working?

I've asked myself that question so many times I've lost count.  The most common answer that comes up is "to pay the bills."  But when I look back to when I had my first "job" I didn't have any bills to pay.  I don't think I even knew anybody named Bill.  So, my initial reason for working was for a different reason.

For as long as I can remember my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3233539723240954308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3233539723240954308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3233539723240954308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3233539723240954308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-thats-worth-doing.html' title='Work that&apos;s worth doing'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-1474930620909653210</id><published>2010-03-20T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:16:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots and Lots of Birthdays!</title><summary type='text'>This is the very first picture of me, taken on the day of my birth, October 5 (you figure out the year).  A lot of preparation went forth into my arrival by my parents, without whom the occasion would have never occurred.  They chose a name that had a special meaning - Mary Helen, the same name my mother gave her dolls when she was young.  The name is also after my two grandmothers.  My parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/1474930620909653210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=1474930620909653210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1474930620909653210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1474930620909653210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/03/lots-and-lots-of-birthdays.html' title='Lots and Lots of Birthdays!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/S6BmHKWfQZI/AAAAAAAAAng/TK9aFjywLw4/s72-c/Mary+newborn001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7931509578963613622</id><published>2010-03-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:42:42.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Boy</title><summary type='text'>In honor of St. Patrick's Day ...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7931509578963613622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7931509578963613622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7931509578963613622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7931509578963613622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/03/danny-boy.html' title='Danny Boy'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3650749739338750020</id><published>2010-02-19T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:05:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What inspires God?</title><summary type='text'>God, what inspires You? 

You have given us the majesty of the mountain ranges, and the mysteries of the ocean depths.  Flowers and ferns.  Trees and toadstools.  Frogs, felines, birds, bugs and bears.  Waters that sparkle like gems, and gems that sparkle like the stars.  And oh, the stars! More than we can count!  You have given all of this beauty to inspire us!

But what inspires You, God?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3650749739338750020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3650749739338750020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3650749739338750020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3650749739338750020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-inspires-god.html' title='What inspires God?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4187053037266496462</id><published>2010-02-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:15:02.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. david jeremiah'/><title type='text'>ANGELS - a book review</title><summary type='text'>Last Tuesday I took some time to bring comfort to a friend who was going through a difficult time. Later, this friend said, "Mary, you're an angel to me."

But I'm not an angel, really.

Dr. David Jeremiah's new book "ANGELS" is an in-depth study of the truth of these heavenly beings, as they are revealed in the Bible. It discusses the roles of angels, how angels are different from us mere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4187053037266496462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4187053037266496462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4187053037266496462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4187053037266496462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/02/angels-book-review.html' title='ANGELS - a book review'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-1004080311829048502</id><published>2010-01-31T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:29:00.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a perfect world ....</title><summary type='text'>What would it be like to live in a perfect world?
The answer to that question is so hard to fathom, especially when so many people around me are going through tremendous hurts and struggles. Marriages don't last the way they are meant to. A friend of mine is fighting save her home from foreclosure. Another has a son who has been kicked out of school so many times there are no more schools for him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/1004080311829048502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=1004080311829048502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1004080311829048502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1004080311829048502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-perfect-world.html' title='In a perfect world ....'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/S2YQ_abqs1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/l3XmOLH8qlg/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-840673059429729866</id><published>2010-01-13T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:14:49.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What men have to say ...</title><summary type='text'>Let's face it - men and women are just different. Not just in personal relationships, but in the business world as well. Shaunti Feldhahn's new book "The Male Factor" gives readers a peek into "the unwritten rules, misperceptions, and secret beliefs of men in the workplace." This book was provided for review by the WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group. 

Feldhahn and her research team have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/840673059429729866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=840673059429729866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/840673059429729866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/840673059429729866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-men-have-to-say.html' title='What men have to say ...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7096032659573011613</id><published>2010-01-01T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:05:29.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Genesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspectives'/><title type='text'>In the darkness ...</title><summary type='text'>And the earth was waste and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. 


These are words from the first chapter of the book of Genesis. Bleak words for the beginning of a new year, don't you think? Waste, void, darkness, no sense of order or organization. Not much hope for improvement. As I reflected on those words I thought of some of the many people whose 2009 did not have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7096032659573011613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7096032659573011613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7096032659573011613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7096032659573011613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-darkness.html' title='In the darkness ...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sz5XjgN3mFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/co7QAR6p3bc/s72-c/black+hole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7851260698987287356</id><published>2009-12-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:25:00.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Chaos</title><summary type='text'>
Tonight is the Christmas party at the Bible college where I am taking classes. I have volunteered to get the ham for the dinner. Yes, me - the only person I know who can have a toaster oven catch fire without even trying to cook something; she whose insurance company requires a fire hydrant in the front yard before underwriting a homeowner's policy - is cooking. I have the day off, and am happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7851260698987287356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7851260698987287356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7851260698987287356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7851260698987287356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-chaos.html' title='Holiday Chaos'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7794410364375051538</id><published>2009-12-15T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:23:00.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Batterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry of Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>PRIMAL</title><summary type='text'>
When I received my copy of PRIMAL: A Quest for the Lost Soul of Christianity by Mark Batterson, I felt like a child on Christmas morning! I had read his previous book Wild Goose Chase and remember hanging on every word he wrote. Primal did not disappoint. 

In his newest book, Batterson takes a fresh look at the Greatest Commandment that Jesus gives us --  Love the Lord your God with all your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7794410364375051538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7794410364375051538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7794410364375051538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7794410364375051538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/12/primal.html' title='PRIMAL'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SycYqsuItcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/HtHruaSJxuE/s72-c/Primal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4295591393015342407</id><published>2009-12-06T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:25:56.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>How are you?</title><summary type='text'>Every Sunday morning at our church we have a custom of spending a couple of minutes at a particular point in the service to get out of our pews and greet each other, to shake hands or hug (depending on your level of familiarity). For the most part, everyone you encounter has a smile on their face, is glad to see you this morning, and may even take a moment to give a word of blessing or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4295591393015342407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4295591393015342407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4295591393015342407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4295591393015342407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SxyfZx1ipMI/AAAAAAAAAms/9Ll5Phom-NQ/s72-c/How+are+you+cat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7178031141787379905</id><published>2009-11-16T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:23:00.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Faith and Fangs - Touched by a Vampire</title><summary type='text'>

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How am I doing today?

That question is so ... I don't know ... begging for honesty. So, I'll answer with honesty.

Today, I am filled with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/964130045611789935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=964130045611789935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/964130045611789935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/964130045611789935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-and-disappointment.html' title='Joy and Disappointment'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6643081436169120122</id><published>2009-10-15T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:55:00.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climate change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildfire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Action Day 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drought'/><title type='text'>Blog Action Day 2009</title><summary type='text'>Image by sniggy via Flickr
Today is Blog Action Day 2009, also referred to as "BAD09". You're probably asking, "What the heck is Blog Action Day?" Since I just found out about  BAD09 only two days ago, I was asking that very same question. In a nutshell, BAD is a day when bloggers all over the world post a blog on the same topic.  (You can read more about it here.) The topic for BAD09 is "Climate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6643081436169120122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6643081436169120122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6643081436169120122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6643081436169120122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-action-day-2009.html' title='Blog Action Day 2009'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/4008744546_6409a24591_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8641476014290569531</id><published>2009-10-09T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:18:22.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermon on the Mount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>Cleaning the Garage</title><summary type='text'>
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I usually do not go into my garage, and for a couple of reasons. First, Jim and I have agreed that since on-street parking may be limited when he gets home he should have the option of parking his car in the garage. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8641476014290569531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8641476014290569531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8641476014290569531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8641476014290569531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleaning-garage.html' title='Cleaning the Garage'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5273221580380094734</id><published>2009-09-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:22:23.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity for Seekers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>The end of my story</title><summary type='text'>
You may be wondering why I am starting my post with "The End". That's because the topic chosen for the week by Topical Blogger bvaliant4him is "The end of my story." 

For many, talking about the end of their story equates to pondering when and how they might die. It's a common topic of discussion, really. No one knows for sure the hour of his or her final breath, but for many, there is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5273221580380094734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5273221580380094734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5273221580380094734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5273221580380094734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-my-story.html' title='The end of my story'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SsQcfc1gt2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/F88LmOsciHQ/s72-c/end__full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6528633824099145568</id><published>2009-09-26T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:56:53.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleanor Rigby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Eleanor</title><summary type='text'>




What is it like to live in the absence of love? To go through life without even a glimmer of hope for anything? A life where you do nothing more than exist?

More than 40 years ago The Beatles sang of a woman who seems to have fit that profile - Eleanor Rigby. The repercussions of Eleanor's life of intensely cruel loneliness were that no one noticed her. Late in the song we hear the poignant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6528633824099145568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6528633824099145568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6528633824099145568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6528633824099145568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/09/eleanor.html' title='Eleanor'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sr605Ple-PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0RSu11DYfMQ/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7900465967470119342</id><published>2009-09-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:46:44.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternate universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Something Heavenly</title><summary type='text'>
This week our group's blog topic is "If the world was somehow sucked into a blackhole and entered an alternate universe, what would your ideal vision of that universe be?"


To me, any "ideal alternate universe" would be heaven. As Chris said in a blog post once, "This life here (on earth) is really just the starting point; a training ground for when we get to heaven."  Every now and then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7900465967470119342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7900465967470119342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7900465967470119342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7900465967470119342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-heavenly.html' title='Something Heavenly'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-1296366673172054922</id><published>2009-09-12T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:10:58.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Learning from experience</title><summary type='text'>This week's Topical Blog is on the subject of always learning. To learn is "to gain knowledge or skill from study, instruction or experience."Experience - that's a good one! It's been said that experience is the best teacher. Who hasn't had an experience that he hasn't learned something from? Simple things, such as don't wear shorts going down a metal slide in the heat of summer. That you should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/1296366673172054922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=1296366673172054922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1296366673172054922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1296366673172054922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/09/learning-from-experience.html' title='Learning from experience'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7323330145541603884</id><published>2009-09-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:27:17.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My husband would never say this to my face, but I make a terrible housewife.  I run kicking and screaming from anything related to the field of "domestic engineering." I don't like to do housework. As for cooking? You might say that when I cook, it doesn't matter if it comes from a box or not - it's usually Old Testament cuisine.  "Burnt Offerings."  So much so, that when when we were buying our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7323330145541603884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7323330145541603884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7323330145541603884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7323330145541603884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-husband-would-never-say-this-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SqCidZ_JM0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Vn4aDpHZbYw/s72-c/Soup_Glorious_Soup_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3271545602943367901</id><published>2009-08-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:46:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for Me, Freddie!!</title><summary type='text'>  I want to be a "retreat junkie" when I grow up.That's what I've been telling people lately. I want to go to retreats and speak to groups. Not necessarily a high-profile or highly sought-after speaker for major arena-sized confernces. And not that I have done anything profound with my life that everyone must know about. I'd be perfectly content with the smaller scale groups, sharing with them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3271545602943367901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3271545602943367901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3271545602943367901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3271545602943367901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-for-me-freddie.html' title='Wait for Me, Freddie!!'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2703237506005027494</id><published>2009-08-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:09:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Prayer</title><summary type='text'>
Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. 36When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2703237506005027494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2703237506005027494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2703237506005027494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2703237506005027494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/08/dangerous-prayer.html' title='Dangerous Prayer'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Spm1hxOvP2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/xcCh94PpZhU/s72-c/Risen+-+Sorensen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2992341172681908052</id><published>2009-08-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:21:49.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unattractive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human physical appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I think of beauty, I think of flowers, nature, attractive people, things that bring to mind the goodness of God. I often have nice, warm-fuzzy feelings come over me. I mean, who doesn't like to be in the presence of beauty?But ugliness? Well, that's another story.  We often react to ugliness with mockery or disgust.Thinking of ugliness reminds me of a woman who was particularly unattractive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2992341172681908052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2992341172681908052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2992341172681908052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2992341172681908052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-think-of-beauty-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/So8AHG8sckI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xGvSjUUIy1U/s72-c/ugly-alan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4939195183002416156</id><published>2009-08-15T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:24:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Positive</title><summary type='text'>Everybody goes through hardships in life. Whether it's losing your job at the same time your spouse faces a pay reduction, or a serious illness in the family, or kids not wanting to go to school, or whatever the circumstances, life can bring us down.  But it's not a healthy thing for you or me to stay down when we get there. So I'm sharing a list that my cousin Sue forwarded to me. It's a list of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4939195183002416156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4939195183002416156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4939195183002416156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4939195183002416156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/08/staying-positive.html' title='Staying Positive'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SodRmtr5EkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SYi7Jl2xztA/s72-c/Smile.PV__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7844680096394015893</id><published>2009-08-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:12:55.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Do you want to be saved?</title><summary type='text'>(DISCLAIMER: The subject of the week for the Topical Bloggers group is "What must I do to be saved?"  The following is purely fictional. It is NOT based on my life. Any similarity to any person, real or imagined, is unintentional.)__________________________________________________Forty-six years old.  I'm at the peak of my game, so to speak. I've done it all - kids (two daughters), marriage (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7844680096394015893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7844680096394015893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7844680096394015893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7844680096394015893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-want-to-be-saved.html' title='Do you want to be saved?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnY_MPd2_HI/AAAAAAAAAjo/tyAe-PlNDtQ/s72-c/depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4290657885327902689</id><published>2009-07-11T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:25:08.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgmental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britain&apos;s Got Talent'/><title type='text'>Yes, I am quietly judging you.</title><summary type='text'>I recently attended an event that was hosted by a local neighborhood group. The event itself was no big deal - just some neighbors getting to know each other in an informal setting.  At one point a "regular" in the group said something offensive about another member, right to his face.  When I voiced my opinion about what was said, this individual dismissed me by turning to his friend and saying,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4290657885327902689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4290657885327902689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4290657885327902689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4290657885327902689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-am-quietly-judging-you.html' title='Yes, I am quietly judging you.'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3450587135_502b42c215_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-8427903790903081023</id><published>2009-07-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:34:11.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous prayer'/><title type='text'>Dangerous Prayers</title><summary type='text'>Most people in America believe in prayer, that prayer has a positive impact in their lives. Prayer is how we communicate with God, how we make our requests known to the Divine. We seem to pray for everything. Blessing over our meals.  For our favorite baseball team to win the World Series. For green lights in traffic. For guidance of our leaders. For loved ones to be healed. For our churches to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/8427903790903081023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=8427903790903081023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8427903790903081023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/8427903790903081023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-people-in-america-believe-in.html' title='Dangerous Prayers'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4808367878818865870</id><published>2009-06-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:18:01.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed McMahon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morgan Freeman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egyptian pyramids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JackNicholson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancient Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>A Bucket of Pride</title><summary type='text'>In the 1997 movie "The Bucket List" Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman play Edward Cole and Carter Chambers, two terminally ill men escape from a cancer ward and head off on a road trip with a wish list of to-dos before they die. Edward Cole runs the hospital where he is admitted, and is paired up with Carter Chambers, an auto mechanic for 45 years, as his roommate. The film trailer below gives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4808367878818865870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4808367878818865870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4808367878818865870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4808367878818865870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/06/bucket-of-pride.html' title='A Bucket of Pride'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-7517209550610353047</id><published>2009-06-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:41:49.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion and Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophecy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew&apos;s Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible prophecy'/><title type='text'>Ready or not ...</title><summary type='text'>Image by dno1967 via Flickr  This week our Topical Blogger bvaliant4him wanted the group's input on the 24th chapter of the gospel of Matthew. In this chapter Jesus addresses concerns that his disciples had about what many today refer to as the "End Times."At first reading, many of the events that Jesus speaks of are pretty frightening: wars, earthquakes, famine, persecution, stars falling from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/7517209550610353047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=7517209550610353047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7517209550610353047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/7517209550610353047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or not ...'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3098384495_9644a5e801_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-3480091010544362789</id><published>2009-06-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:04:31.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Neverland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Pan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J M Barrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>"Just" Imagine</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite films in recent years is “Finding Neverland,” which tells the story behind the story of Peter Pan.  Early in the movie is a scene in which playwright J. M. Barrie is walking with his large dog in the park and has just met the four boys and their mother. 




The first time I saw the movie, I cried at that scene.            Why would a scene about a dog imagined to be a dancing </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d7394b037c8d7ce5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/3480091010544362789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=3480091010544362789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3480091010544362789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/3480091010544362789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-imagine.html' title='&quot;Just&quot; Imagine'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-6467061373116191267</id><published>2009-06-06T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:05:31.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><title type='text'>How can I get peace in my life?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Lucida Bright";  panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 5 5 2 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/6467061373116191267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=6467061373116191267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6467061373116191267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/6467061373116191267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-i-get-peace-in-my-life.html' title='How can I get peace in my life?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeyx87Jo8I/R0Cc_iKNwDI/AAAAAAAAACY/QMf6XPudZZU/s72-c/hands_raised_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-530888644525522770</id><published>2009-05-30T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:24:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I was at my local McDonald's. While I was there I decided to do some people-watching. In my observations I honed in on how many decisions a typical customer makes just to satisfy a Mac-Attack.My conclusion? Ten. A man (or woman) makes on average  ten decisions in the brief time it takes to purchase a run-of-the-mill fast-food lunch:Purchase inside, or drive through (Inside. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/530888644525522770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=530888644525522770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/530888644525522770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/530888644525522770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-days-ago-i-was-at-my-local.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-5138384734525046460</id><published>2009-05-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:22:23.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><title type='text'>Whom can I trust?</title><summary type='text'>I've had some recent circumstances in my life that have weighed heavily on my mind. I could talk about them here in this post, but that would mean exposing my emotions to the World Wide Web, all over the internet, for anyone to read. That's a pretty scary prospect, so I'll think twice before I share.Why? Why won't I talk about personal matters on the web? Well, for one thing - the main thing - I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/5138384734525046460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=5138384734525046460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5138384734525046460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/5138384734525046460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-can-i-trust.html' title='Whom can I trust?'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/ShihLlosIqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Bp_5UFXvO9g/s72-c/human+shadow+in+curtain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-883845387358516832</id><published>2009-05-20T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:53:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Baton</title><summary type='text'>Many times when we think of the word "leadership" we think of the qualities of a leader:  innovation, integrity, persistence, the way they relate to people, having earned respect of others, things like that. But what good is a leader if he don't have followers? And more importantly, what does it say about his leadership if none of the followers do what he is leading them to do, without his being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/883845387358516832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=883845387358516832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/883845387358516832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/883845387358516832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/05/pass-baton.html' title='Pass The Baton'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/ShTd5ZIsgkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fUbQdUJzh9U/s72-c/Pass+the+Baton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-1097223165669429408</id><published>2009-05-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:07:55.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life outside the window</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever have days where you feel like  you live your life just looking out the window, dreaming about what you think you might be missing? Are there times that you know that there is more to life than what you can see, but feel trapped because your life is lived according to what is within your view?Thinking of this makes me think of the Disney princess Jasmine, from the movie Aladdin.Here is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/1097223165669429408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=1097223165669429408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1097223165669429408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/1097223165669429408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-trust-me.html' title='Life outside the window'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SgTfiXjiy5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Q5zFG7LlqtM/s72-c/Jasmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2584159083160931981</id><published>2009-04-29T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:50:41.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colossians 3:23-24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>The Monday Blues</title><summary type='text'>The Monday Blues. We all go through it. We feel it when we return to the routine of the routine of our routine jobs that sustain the routine of the routine of our routine lives. Is there any relief to the futility, dread and drudgery of the Monday Blues, other than enduring until Tuesday?In my opinion ..."Monday Blues" is not limited to any one day of the week. The phenomenon stems from allowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2584159083160931981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2584159083160931981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2584159083160931981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2584159083160931981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-blues.html' title='The Monday Blues'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sfk8JapFjjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DPiSIHBXqM8/s72-c/monday+blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4533865533407065678</id><published>2009-04-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:36:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><summary type='text'>The Topical Bloggers have had some pretty deep subjects to post about in recent weeks. Since it is my turn to choose the subject, I felt like taking a change of pace and post on "Chocolate Chip Cookies."I could cop-out and simply cut and paste a blog post from my old Xanga site where I did a "how to" make chocolate cookies. But that would not be fair to the other writers in the group. But if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4533865533407065678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4533865533407065678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4533865533407065678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4533865533407065678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SfEhw0iKnLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6u29QfkMz4M/s72-c/cookies-and-milk-480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-4880207597554307562</id><published>2009-04-20T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:56:43.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The direction our lives take</title><summary type='text'>Someone recently asked, "Does God control our direction in life, or do we have any control?" I don't claim to have answers. In fact, if you ask some people they'll tell you that I sometimes don't know much at all. But like everyone else I know, I do have my opinion.Let's shift our paradigm and look at a parent/child relationship, and rephrase the question.Did my parents control the direction in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/4880207597554307562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=4880207597554307562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4880207597554307562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/4880207597554307562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/04/direction-our-lives-take.html' title='The direction our lives take'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sevj5oMXRdI/AAAAAAAAAig/C8IdEOFsrhY/s72-c/direction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2196454076844529337</id><published>2009-04-19T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:51:49.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of Loneliness</title><summary type='text'>A study by the American Council of Life Insurance reported that the most lonely group in America are college students. That surprised me when I read that! Next on the list are divorced people, welfare recipients, single mothers, rural students, housewives, and the elderly.Loneliness is a growing problem in our society. To point out how lonely people can be, there was a man who placed an ad in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2196454076844529337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2196454076844529337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2196454076844529337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2196454076844529337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/04/purpose-of-loneliness.html' title='The Purpose of Loneliness'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SeucgvjyyUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5XLamd-QZBI/s72-c/wilson%2Bvolleyball.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29680556.post-2727530790217613278</id><published>2009-04-09T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:38:09.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Miss Mia</title><summary type='text'>It seems my boy-dog Topper has an infatuation for BlueRidge Boomer's Miss Mia. Well, I finally got Mister to get out his camera and take a picture or two of the boy-dog so Miss Mia can drool over Topper's handsome physique ... or not ... that's up to Miss Mia.Which has me wondering, BlueRidge ... Since when did our blogs become a "social networking" site for our fur-children???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/feeds/2727530790217613278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29680556&amp;postID=2727530790217613278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2727530790217613278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29680556/posts/default/2727530790217613278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoulady.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-mia.html' title='Just for Miss Mia'/><author><name>Mary from the Prairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09727494302555241058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/SnZKv67ADbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qh3Q16zCBps/S220/Rosemary_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1IMIgkY9_k/Sd4jfb6nPZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VzUGgSF2nEk/s72-c/Topper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
