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dishes'/><category term='hugs'/><category term='quilt'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='artfire'/><category term='giggle'/><category term='yiks'/><category term='repect'/><category term='patients'/><category term='iris'/><category term='peeps'/><category term='change'/><category term='winter'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='boo&apos;ed'/><category term='boy'/><category term='chi'/><category term='memories'/><category term='toy'/><category term='trees'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='tulips'/><category term='chick'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='fever'/><category term='Jeep'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='pants'/><category term='guy'/><category term='Minn'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='office'/><category term='tiger lilly'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Chimney Rock'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='supper club'/><category term='back yard'/><category term='lake'/><category term='party'/><category term='break'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='dog'/><category term='award'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='beans'/><category term='secretary'/><category term='Rose'/><category term='feature'/><category term='house'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='pickup'/><category term='timber'/><category term='salty'/><category term='dinning room'/><category term='recongition'/><category term='snow'/><category term='cards'/><category term='landscape'/><title type='text'>It's my little life.</title><subtitle type='html'>Where my Creative Juices Begin To Flow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5827736101140634953</id><published>2012-01-20T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:15:57.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw42g5sTJ5c/TxmhJ0U-PwI/AAAAAAAABG0/XlWfF_1Uc7U/s1600/T15+flat+inside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw42g5sTJ5c/TxmhJ0U-PwI/AAAAAAAABG0/XlWfF_1Uc7U/s320/T15+flat+inside.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all my wonderful followers and family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5827736101140634953?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5827736101140634953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5827736101140634953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5827736101140634953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-day.html' title='Thank You Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw42g5sTJ5c/TxmhJ0U-PwI/AAAAAAAABG0/XlWfF_1Uc7U/s72-c/T15+flat+inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2976099543715642808</id><published>2012-01-16T11:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:42:14.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Most of my time has been spent recoverating from retail.&amp;nbsp; And maybe catching up with my designing.&amp;nbsp; But mostly recouping my true balance in mind and body.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I spent time getting the house back to order, designing and napping. But mostly thanking God for giving me the strength to make it through another holiday retail event.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kfzjgOxcxE/TxRTGKLFLgI/AAAAAAAABGk/BIFuoVgzeUU/s1600/Hats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kfzjgOxcxE/TxRTGKLFLgI/AAAAAAAABGk/BIFuoVgzeUU/s320/Hats.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew I was coming around when I saw these Muppet hats. They were wonderful, I don't know if anyone would ever really wear them, but coming from Minnesota, I thought... what a great joke to send home. After calling John for his thoughts, we went to work making them even more funny.&amp;nbsp; We took a picture wearing them and ask in reply the recipient do the same and send a picture back wearing those special hats.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days the thought of those hats arriving made us smile. We also hoped that they loved them and would get the same happiness even for a day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone who travels through this small blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2976099543715642808?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2976099543715642808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2976099543715642808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2976099543715642808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kfzjgOxcxE/TxRTGKLFLgI/AAAAAAAABGk/BIFuoVgzeUU/s72-c/Hats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5387187717079478313</id><published>2012-01-02T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:12:39.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I ran out of time this year in every direction. Not only sending out cards to those I know and love, but baking and just enjoying the holiday.&amp;nbsp; Once again John stepped up to the plate and hit a home run.&amp;nbsp; Coming home to hot dinners, all my Christmas decorations lit, made being overworked and tired acceptable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxjFCOQZ5iY/TwHXTZo964I/AAAAAAAABGc/Cc1P5eSCi5g/s1600/News+Letter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxjFCOQZ5iY/TwHXTZo964I/AAAAAAAABGc/Cc1P5eSCi5g/s320/News+Letter.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still felt sad that I didn't get all the cards out I had planned.&amp;nbsp; So I decided to put out a newsletter to those who we don't keep up with but once a year.&amp;nbsp; I love getting Christmas cards and proudly displaying them as you would a trophy.&amp;nbsp; Those who took the time to send them out to us, have a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be back to&amp;nbsp;normal next year, why, because I would be sad if I didn't get those wonderful cards in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5387187717079478313?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5387187717079478313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-christmas-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5387187717079478313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5387187717079478313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-christmas-memories.html' title='2011 Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxjFCOQZ5iY/TwHXTZo964I/AAAAAAAABGc/Cc1P5eSCi5g/s72-c/News+Letter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2960102582813916129</id><published>2011-12-21T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:05:32.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The road lined with gifts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O7Z3h9_ZNE/TvJKAkiYijI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tOZc-Ds7UEg/s1600/Christmas+Santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O7Z3h9_ZNE/TvJKAkiYijI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tOZc-Ds7UEg/s320/Christmas+Santa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is just a few days away and I wonder what everyone is thinking?&amp;nbsp; Do they have love in their hearts, are they really happy about the holiday?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can't tell&amp;nbsp;by talking or how they look.&amp;nbsp; So maybe it's not important for&amp;nbsp;me to know whats in their hearts, only mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is by far the best holiday for fun and love, Easter is still the most important. Working in retail is hard over the Christmas season, people are often unhappy, sad, and feel rushed to make the right choices for those on there list.&amp;nbsp; Forgetting about how they affect those who serve them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hope with every Merry Christmas greeting I give, after every sale that they get a gift not worthy of any price.&amp;nbsp; I hope when they walk away from me feeling they were given the true meaning of Christmas, sincerity.&amp;nbsp; That the road to Christmas is not just the present presented on Christmas morning, but the moments they spend being polite and kind to those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to be cheerful and with them a Merry Christmas. What I get in return from many is a smile and a sincere Merry Christmas to you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky to love and be loved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. &lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2960102582813916129?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2960102582813916129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/road-lined-with-gifts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2960102582813916129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2960102582813916129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/road-lined-with-gifts.html' title='The road lined with gifts.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O7Z3h9_ZNE/TvJKAkiYijI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tOZc-Ds7UEg/s72-c/Christmas+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3670403079089669839</id><published>2011-12-16T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:49:05.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGU8G2hov0/TutK9K_wJyI/AAAAAAAABGI/gYJWr39lAdk/s1600/Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGU8G2hov0/TutK9K_wJyI/AAAAAAAABGI/gYJWr39lAdk/s400/Christmas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What more can I say today, a week before Christmas, Austin came to us as a unwanted, unplanned, shelter dog, and now is a important part of our family.&amp;nbsp; I knew if&amp;nbsp;we would adapt a new spirit, my spirit would again be whole.&amp;nbsp; I knew that a new spirit, that needed me and loved me would eat away at my loss, Timber.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has worked very hard at being the best puppy ever. With youthful excitement, his wonder of everything new, and his love for John had made this year the best.&amp;nbsp; I thank God for all that he gave me, the world that I call my home, and his giving of his son.&amp;nbsp; Wow, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3670403079089669839?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3670403079089669839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3670403079089669839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3670403079089669839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGU8G2hov0/TutK9K_wJyI/AAAAAAAABGI/gYJWr39lAdk/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5094383631641183502</id><published>2011-12-11T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:01:38.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun gift.</title><content type='html'>The other day I received a package from my old bosses, or should I say my dear friends. It was truly an appropriate gift not only for the season but for other reasons.&amp;nbsp; But I digress...The picture you see is full .&amp;nbsp;of Christmas cheer.  This year we added lighting to the front of each self to highlight my manger&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmR3TeZHiSU/TuTFJ3mfptI/AAAAAAAABGA/Vl2LL-Z3Pwc/s1600/Christmas+fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmR3TeZHiSU/TuTFJ3mfptI/AAAAAAAABGA/Vl2LL-Z3Pwc/s320/Christmas+fire.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;The most important reason for the season.&amp;nbsp; Again I digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift I am talking about is what is on the television screen.&amp;nbsp; This DVD comes with a fierce campfire, with spitting sparks and the sounds of the loon in the distance.&amp;nbsp; Why this is so great, it's because I have acquired a fierce cold.&amp;nbsp; Sniffles, head feels like a brink.&amp;nbsp; So with hot brandy in hand and a good book this fire makes all the warm feeling of my Minnesota home come to life.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Kristi and Joe, you always know how to make my day a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5094383631641183502?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5094383631641183502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-fun-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5094383631641183502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5094383631641183502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-fun-gift.html' title='What a fun gift.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmR3TeZHiSU/TuTFJ3mfptI/AAAAAAAABGA/Vl2LL-Z3Pwc/s72-c/Christmas+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7809625618596220216</id><published>2011-12-07T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:50:34.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1LVuqZFB1c/Tt-ZP2Z2c4I/AAAAAAAABF4/4rensyEKKa8/s1600/Pergila+11-11a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1LVuqZFB1c/Tt-ZP2Z2c4I/AAAAAAAABF4/4rensyEKKa8/s400/Pergila+11-11a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Working in retail. That says it all, Christmas right around the corner and everyone in a festive mood. So my hours have been long, and needless to say, I have been tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show the last work done on the pergola this fall. The weather has changed with more rain and more overcast skies.&amp;nbsp; We are proud to say that we made our goal of finishing the pergola and planting the grape vines on the two front posts.&amp;nbsp; We are ready to sit back enjoy Christmas and plan for next spring.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all and take care while enjoying this very important holiday.&amp;nbsp; Jesus is still the reason for the season.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7809625618596220216?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7809625618596220216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7809625618596220216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7809625618596220216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1LVuqZFB1c/Tt-ZP2Z2c4I/AAAAAAAABF4/4rensyEKKa8/s72-c/Pergila+11-11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4390393482846672916</id><published>2011-11-20T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:49:36.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Seasons</title><content type='html'>Before leaving for church this morning, I watched the news coming out of Minnesota, my home town of St. Cloud had ice and a touch of snow.&amp;nbsp; I looked out the window of our South Carolina home and saw the trees finally shedding their leaves, most of the plants were settling in for the winter and dying back, then I&amp;nbsp;noticed the strawberry plants.&amp;nbsp; This was the first year for them, did they&amp;nbsp;not know what other plants knew, to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Or&amp;nbsp;were they just that much hardier? The interesting thing is we picked a handful of strawberries. Silly plants, I don't think they know it's over yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1RdSXdjI40/TskhTTv8TyI/AAAAAAAABFw/wH-x8CiezAU/s1600/DSC06195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1RdSXdjI40/TskhTTv8TyI/AAAAAAAABFw/wH-x8CiezAU/s400/DSC06195.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken 11/17/11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that they too will turn&amp;nbsp;down their leaves&amp;nbsp;and sleep, waiting for the sun to warm and another season to produce. Isn't God great that he would give us this thing called change of seasons.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all who read my little blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4390393482846672916?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4390393482846672916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4390393482846672916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4390393482846672916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-seasons.html' title='Changing Seasons'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1RdSXdjI40/TskhTTv8TyI/AAAAAAAABFw/wH-x8CiezAU/s72-c/DSC06195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5783936891190365168</id><published>2011-11-09T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:12:43.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2p0sLvCiKHI/TrrCN7YE--I/AAAAAAAABFo/DoXHLdn_1lo/s1600/Iris_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2p0sLvCiKHI/TrrCN7YE--I/AAAAAAAABFo/DoXHLdn_1lo/s320/Iris_2_2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes that can lead to trouble. But it has been a while since I looked deep into my heart and yes, my soul.&amp;nbsp; I share these thoughts not to enlighten you or drive you to do the same; it just feels right to say things out loud.&amp;nbsp; Or should I say publish it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so privileged to have been born,&amp;nbsp;and feel it important to&amp;nbsp;become a better person, to love deeper, to appreciate more and to forgive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;better person&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I decided a few&amp;nbsp;years ago to draw a five feet parameter around me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This was my circle in which I worked my daily deeds.&amp;nbsp; Within that circle I would focus on anyone that was inside of it. This meant I had to take the time and try to meet them&amp;nbsp;with a smile or greeting.&amp;nbsp;This is much harder than I ever imagined.&amp;nbsp; On good days it's a breeze, but on the&amp;nbsp;days when I'm tired or sad, it takes everything to do it.&amp;nbsp; I still consider it the best thing I have ever implemented into my life.&amp;nbsp; At night when I pray before bedtime, I think over the day, and commit to a better day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;To love deeper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love is a word used too lightly. I don't like to say it unless I mean it. I have friends that I truly love, why, because they except me for me.&amp;nbsp; I want to make sure that I am worthy of their love, do I listen, do I care?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also goes for my family. I love them so much, coming from a large family and in laws, we run the gamete when it comes to personalities. But what is it worth to focus on the differences and not on what we have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Appreciated more&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; I find that the world around me tells me that I need more of this and that.&amp;nbsp; Go out and buy more, be young, be skinny and just have more.&amp;nbsp; I am so over that.&amp;nbsp;I decided to thank God every morning for what was important to me. I thank him for my husband, my family, my puppy Austin, and my talent.&amp;nbsp; There is a difference between need and want. I try to think of it that way, do I need or do I just want?&amp;nbsp; Remember want is not a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this one is my most troubling commitment.&amp;nbsp; People hurt and don't think, they stomp on your feeling and walk away.&amp;nbsp; If you have been following me for awhile I talked about the home association meeting where the group of six families set out to hurt, and did well. I don't hold a grudge against them but I don't want to know them and don't want them in my life.&amp;nbsp; Is that really forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; I probably have a little growing to do in this area. Something for tomorrow I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who follow my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5783936891190365168?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5783936891190365168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5783936891190365168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5783936891190365168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was thinking.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2p0sLvCiKHI/TrrCN7YE--I/AAAAAAAABFo/DoXHLdn_1lo/s72-c/Iris_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3761610799272559498</id><published>2011-10-27T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:51:50.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute idea, I wish it was mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5WpJg9DSgE/TqmL2rs220I/AAAAAAAABFY/2nozQbhwf5Q/s1600/Pumpkin+plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5WpJg9DSgE/TqmL2rs220I/AAAAAAAABFY/2nozQbhwf5Q/s320/Pumpkin+plant.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you ever see an idea in a magazine and years later do it. This is one of those times.&amp;nbsp; I saw that someone, somewhere used pumpkins and gourds as pots.&amp;nbsp; They decorated their table with leaves and pumpkins with real plants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went pumpkin hunting. The problem was that I needed a really tall thin one to go with my perfect pumpkins I had already bought.&amp;nbsp; After having no luck this idea popped into my head.&amp;nbsp; More could be added but for a plant sitting outside with other pumpkins it looks great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to do and wonderful to the eye whether it's outside or on your Thanksgiving table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3761610799272559498?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3761610799272559498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-idea-i-wish-it-was-mine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3761610799272559498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3761610799272559498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-idea-i-wish-it-was-mine.html' title='Cute idea, I wish it was mine.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5WpJg9DSgE/TqmL2rs220I/AAAAAAAABFY/2nozQbhwf5Q/s72-c/Pumpkin+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5264273178898696528</id><published>2011-10-26T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:05:19.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the sun shine in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXIbzxHE_Y/TqgEAXJLReI/AAAAAAAABEw/yDiXTL8XAJo/s1600/Byard+10-11+a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXIbzxHE_Y/TqgEAXJLReI/AAAAAAAABEw/yDiXTL8XAJo/s320/Byard+10-11+a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun adds so much and makes a useless area and &lt;br /&gt;makes it a frame for a great piece of metal work.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I thought a update on the back of the house was necessary.&amp;nbsp; John and I have been working like crazy to get the pergola done.&amp;nbsp; With the planting of the two grape vines and the Carolina Jasmine on the trellis it was time to&amp;nbsp;place the&amp;nbsp;top boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have always thought the back of the house was designed wrong. Mostly that fireplace roof line. That little peek was driving me crazy. I felt the addition of the pergola was&amp;nbsp;correcting the problem and as the vines climb over the pergola the connection would be complete.&amp;nbsp; In the last picture I still noticed the fireplace&amp;nbsp;peek and&amp;nbsp;realized it needed something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDkl8c3mAk/TqgEIbgNvcI/AAAAAAAABE4/vi17o9Gw6eo/s1600/Byard+10-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDkl8c3mAk/TqgEIbgNvcI/AAAAAAAABE4/vi17o9Gw6eo/s320/Byard+10-11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The white area is the trellis and that's were the Carolina Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;is growing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So I went out in search for something with color and size.&amp;nbsp; The sun brings it to life and gives that&amp;nbsp;space&amp;nbsp;meaning. I hope you like it.&amp;nbsp; One more layer of wood to go on top in the opposite direction will finish the pergola&amp;nbsp;and we are done and waiting for&amp;nbsp;nature to complete the project.&amp;nbsp;We still have the floor of the deck to finish. Due to the red soil and the&amp;nbsp;Austin the dog, we are going to rebuild the deck and stain it dark green, Johns suggestion.&amp;nbsp;John is very creative and always make our little home a vacation spot.&amp;nbsp; A place for peace of mind and heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all that come through my little blog and rest a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5264273178898696528?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5264273178898696528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-sun-shine-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5264273178898696528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5264273178898696528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-sun-shine-in.html' title='Let the sun shine in.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXIbzxHE_Y/TqgEAXJLReI/AAAAAAAABEw/yDiXTL8XAJo/s72-c/Byard+10-11+a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5804843254358506111</id><published>2011-10-18T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:33:23.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The work begins again.</title><content type='html'>The summer was hot and long, so as you know we stop the projects and enjoy the heat.&amp;nbsp; Lots of frozen drinks made their way to our deck.&amp;nbsp; But this may look like a mess but it spells out progress. Every time I see a ladder I know it's time to get out the work gloves and the stain.&amp;nbsp; More pictures to come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBZiTF2f1po/Tp3iOfJe3RI/AAAAAAAABEo/CARF9Eh9mMk/s1600/BYard+deck+a+10-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBZiTF2f1po/Tp3iOfJe3RI/AAAAAAAABEo/CARF9Eh9mMk/s400/BYard+deck+a+10-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all who visit my little blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5804843254358506111?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5804843254358506111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-begins-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5804843254358506111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5804843254358506111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-begins-again.html' title='The work begins again.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBZiTF2f1po/Tp3iOfJe3RI/AAAAAAAABEo/CARF9Eh9mMk/s72-c/BYard+deck+a+10-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4623530648314270402</id><published>2011-10-13T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:09:15.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hardly wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA0Nmn01elA/Tpcox_Lq88I/AAAAAAAABEg/zzGFXxQgCBo/s1600/Pumpkin+cut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA0Nmn01elA/Tpcox_Lq88I/AAAAAAAABEg/zzGFXxQgCBo/s400/Pumpkin+cut.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's last years but it was soo cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I don't do much in the way of halloween. But I love the colors the kids and just the fun of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to carving this years.&amp;nbsp; Maybe a witch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4623530648314270402?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4623530648314270402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-comming.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4623530648314270402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4623530648314270402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-comming.html' title='I can hardly wait.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA0Nmn01elA/Tpcox_Lq88I/AAAAAAAABEg/zzGFXxQgCBo/s72-c/Pumpkin+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6293073064824703443</id><published>2011-10-11T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:15:43.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Turns One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1COjIEYhZQ/TpR5nWUHMPI/AAAAAAAABEY/qJUWLqtxBhg/s1600/Austin+Birthday+Done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1COjIEYhZQ/TpR5nWUHMPI/AAAAAAAABEY/qJUWLqtxBhg/s400/Austin+Birthday+Done.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On October 1st. Austin turned one.&amp;nbsp; The morning started out the same. Hugs, loves and breakfast. But soon his life would change. He would get the biggest bone ever, ham.&amp;nbsp; I know what you're thinking but I can tell you he didn't care.&amp;nbsp; He has been taught to go outside with every bone he gets. He gets the bone at the Frigidaire and travels through the house to the back door. But this time the trip was a little difficult, the bone was as big as him.&amp;nbsp; But determined to eat it he made it with John holding his door open.&amp;nbsp; He was not to be bothered, he had a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he deserves it, he has learned well, did his human well, and has put up with my hugs.&amp;nbsp; That alone makes him the best birthday boy of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6293073064824703443?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6293073064824703443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/austin-turns-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6293073064824703443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6293073064824703443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/austin-turns-one.html' title='Austin Turns One'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1COjIEYhZQ/TpR5nWUHMPI/AAAAAAAABEY/qJUWLqtxBhg/s72-c/Austin+Birthday+Done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1803369119700402503</id><published>2011-10-07T15:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:38:54.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi'/><title type='text'>When the Chi Tea is gone, the pouting starts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zM_rkdKuEsE/To9UEj69f0I/AAAAAAAABEU/nbanDTUJQqo/s1600/Chi+Tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zM_rkdKuEsE/To9UEj69f0I/AAAAAAAABEU/nbanDTUJQqo/s320/Chi+Tea.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See this Marv&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A couple of years ago, my brother left a can of chi tea at my house over a family filled weekend.&amp;nbsp; When I found it I felt bad that Marv had forgotten it. When I called him, he said, I left it on purpose because I didn't like it.&amp;nbsp; Well then, I had to check it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after about two years I am at the end of the can.&amp;nbsp; I am screaming for more. Mostly because I got addicted to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is, never give anything your sister you can replenish over time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, pouting, begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1803369119700402503?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1803369119700402503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-chi-tea-is-gone-pouting-starts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1803369119700402503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1803369119700402503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-chi-tea-is-gone-pouting-starts.html' title='When the Chi Tea is gone, the pouting starts.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zM_rkdKuEsE/To9UEj69f0I/AAAAAAAABEU/nbanDTUJQqo/s72-c/Chi+Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6643998523980629387</id><published>2011-09-29T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:10:48.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>Austin's travel tips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVo9cDl7TzY/ToTCKPGCKNI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Uq59mGn7OUw/s1600/Austin+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVo9cDl7TzY/ToTCKPGCKNI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Uq59mGn7OUw/s400/Austin+001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really run they till they fall over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know it's been a long time since I wrote, however, my human has hogged the blog. I decided the best thing I could do for all new travelers like I once was, is to put out a few tips.&amp;nbsp; My travels this summer made the dog I am today, confident, traveled, and yes loved by so many.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make sure you have your own&amp;nbsp;bed, I don't see how humans can stand sleeping in someone else's bed. &lt;br /&gt;2) Bring your own toys, just in case you need a little stress relief, you can chew and they don't care. &lt;br /&gt;3) Choose your own suitcase. This way you can get all your treasures together when on the move.&lt;br /&gt;4) Always keep an eye on your humans, if you haven't planted a chip in them, and you loose them, you will probably be very sad. &lt;br /&gt;5) Be on your best behavior, act like you know what your human is saying. This gets them every time.&lt;br /&gt;Last but by no means lacking in importance, play with your humans. One toy should be a ball. Tired is the answer to a great nap, always retrieve the ball till they are ready to quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps all traveling dogs. Because of these tips, I am now the proud owner of two great humans. And the families we spent time with, think they are great trainers.&amp;nbsp; If only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag&amp;nbsp;to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6643998523980629387?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6643998523980629387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/austins-travel-tips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6643998523980629387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6643998523980629387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/austins-travel-tips.html' title='Austin&apos;s travel tips.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVo9cDl7TzY/ToTCKPGCKNI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Uq59mGn7OUw/s72-c/Austin+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2786311473337657878</id><published>2011-09-25T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:23:19.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardens'/><title type='text'>Fall Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyRnrdYSgCI/Tn9GnO2n-WI/AAAAAAAABEM/kZKTWlmaODo/s1600/Green+harvest.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyRnrdYSgCI/Tn9GnO2n-WI/AAAAAAAABEM/kZKTWlmaODo/s400/Green+harvest.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drool all you Northerners.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;If you saw my pictures of my sisters tomatoes and mine, you realized how too much heat can ruin a great crop.&amp;nbsp; Well here's to my Minnesota family.&amp;nbsp; I just picked these yesterday and still have blossoms on the green beans.&amp;nbsp; I rule now.&amp;nbsp; John and I have learned a lot this summer on how heat can hinder growth as well as the short season in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; Next year we will blow my sisters tomatoes away. Well easy to say because by next year my treat will be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story, gloat when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2786311473337657878?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2786311473337657878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2786311473337657878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2786311473337657878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-harvest.html' title='Fall Harvest'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyRnrdYSgCI/Tn9GnO2n-WI/AAAAAAAABEM/kZKTWlmaODo/s72-c/Green+harvest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2497621347405441769</id><published>2011-09-24T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:03:34.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>Banana Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41JY1uetBTg/Tn3ipPtKyoI/AAAAAAAABEI/-RHGEwrfkAQ/s1600/Jam+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41JY1uetBTg/Tn3ipPtKyoI/AAAAAAAABEI/-RHGEwrfkAQ/s320/Jam+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while back a friend gave me a jar of, get this, Banana Jam.&amp;nbsp; However this is a little cherry added for color. Being the big jam eater that I am I figured I had tasted it all. To say the least, it only took a minute to open it up and smother a piece of bread with it, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my love for jam, jelly, or any thing sweet you can spread on bread started growing up where three things were always on the table at every meal.&amp;nbsp; These three things were bread, butter and jam.&amp;nbsp; I think it's from my German heritage.&amp;nbsp; But who really cares, a little sweet at every meal.&amp;nbsp; I think it made me sweeter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam is not only my favorite on toast every morning, but throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; I guess my favorite is bread, butter to seal the bread, jelly, lots of jelly, and a dill pickle thinly sliced the long way.&amp;nbsp; Be still my heart.&amp;nbsp; But there are other favorites that will probably chill you to the bone. But because this is my little slice of heaven I will tell list&amp;nbsp;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same two always, bread with butter to seal, and followed by some form of meat, yes I eat meat. Get over it. I love Salami, Balonia, and Braunschweiger. Yiks, I think I could come up with more, but I am watching what I eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the Banana Jam. If you get a change and love jam, try it.&amp;nbsp; It's great. &lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story is, when you think you tasted it all, there is something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2497621347405441769?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2497621347405441769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/banana-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2497621347405441769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2497621347405441769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/banana-surprise.html' title='Banana Surprise'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41JY1uetBTg/Tn3ipPtKyoI/AAAAAAAABEI/-RHGEwrfkAQ/s72-c/Jam+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6579011532645816835</id><published>2011-09-18T12:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:17:43.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saddness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nn5onTRKk2w/TnYZNpAvZkI/AAAAAAAABEE/tg8Tpwq7Ap8/s1600/Angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nn5onTRKk2w/TnYZNpAvZkI/AAAAAAAABEE/tg8Tpwq7Ap8/s400/Angel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could see this angel waiting for Charles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Over the last few weeks, I observed my friend, Helen, and her family saying goodbye to their dad.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised how his last journey was so much like my mom's.&amp;nbsp; I saw how the family drew together to make him feel loved and safe, only looking for the better of his remaining days on earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For them the nights and days of vigilance lasted longer than the time with my mom.&amp;nbsp; But the time is not as important as the love shown through the journey.&amp;nbsp; I felt as though her journey was connected to my journey, growing in God and love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My mom ask my sister-in-law Dar, "what should I say to Jesus when I see him". Dar drew deep in her soul and said "tell him you love him".&amp;nbsp; How simple this love, yet how hard it is for some to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I write this for two reason, it brought back memories of my mom's last journey and how blessed I was to travel part way with her,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;to highlight Helen and her family for making me know that there are other families so loving and compassionate. They are blessed to have each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Great peace came to Charles on Friday, he is well and happy, young and again with his wife. Don't you just love a great ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6579011532645816835?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6579011532645816835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6579011532645816835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6579011532645816835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nn5onTRKk2w/TnYZNpAvZkI/AAAAAAAABEE/tg8Tpwq7Ap8/s72-c/Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5555745962675740150</id><published>2011-09-13T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:46:09.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tomato is not just a tomato.</title><content type='html'>John immediately noticed the tomato plant on my sisters deck. It was a potted tomato and had hundreds of tomatoes on it.&amp;nbsp; When ask how she was doing it, my sister said, lots of water. Let me tell you she must have been sweet talking to it. Water alone doesn't do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sent home with about 15 tomatoes to eat.&amp;nbsp; Well let me tell you, after you see the pictures you will see the difference between mine, that were in the ground and hers, in the pot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgH7fDHw9sg/Tm-jpHeE34I/AAAAAAAABD4/O-WhgRNglt8/s1600/Tomatoes+11_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgH7fDHw9sg/Tm-jpHeE34I/AAAAAAAABD4/O-WhgRNglt8/s400/Tomatoes+11_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tomatoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yltBWXsirQ/Tm-j9wHtw5I/AAAAAAAABD8/b_SE6Dt4Foc/s1600/DSC05869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yltBWXsirQ/Tm-j9wHtw5I/AAAAAAAABD8/b_SE6Dt4Foc/s400/DSC05869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sisters tomatoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmgNA0LbC5k/Tm-kAY07hBI/AAAAAAAABEA/IAYqGU3QO_c/s1600/Tomatoes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmgNA0LbC5k/Tm-kAY07hBI/AAAAAAAABEA/IAYqGU3QO_c/s400/Tomatoes.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her five foot plant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Embarrassing to say the least. I'm not going to talk about it anymore.&amp;nbsp; Wait till next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5555745962675740150?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5555745962675740150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomato-is-not-just-tomato.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5555745962675740150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5555745962675740150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomato-is-not-just-tomato.html' title='A tomato is not just a tomato.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgH7fDHw9sg/Tm-jpHeE34I/AAAAAAAABD4/O-WhgRNglt8/s72-c/Tomatoes+11_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2465416046600772986</id><published>2011-09-10T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:54:15.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>My heart is so sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="sg_t" height="299" src="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1081590877056&amp;amp;id=123ed7562a1568e7d9f453f4b815f167&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fstud.euro.ubbcluj.ro%2f%7eba54a%2feagle%2520eye%2520american%2520flag.jpg" style="height: 187px; left: 0px; top: 0px; width: 250px;" width="400" /&gt;My heart seem heavy tonight, tomorrow is 9/11 and I remember that day.&amp;nbsp; I pray for the families of those lost, those who did no wrong, they went to work. The firefighters, clergy, and police that didn't blink an eye and went in to save.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for giving us the memory to never forget, to stand up and thank our military for their strength and service. And to thank God for our America. I will pray like never before. My heart hurts and my tears will fall, but I remain strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on 9/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2465416046600772986?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2465416046600772986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-is-so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2465416046600772986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2465416046600772986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-is-so-sad.html' title='My heart is so sad.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2392458959823789122</id><published>2011-09-08T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:39:48.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>No words, just an ah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMo5-MAaEtg/Tmi3DeQEyUI/AAAAAAAABD0/1kQX_dogUuU/s1600/From+the+street.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMo5-MAaEtg/Tmi3DeQEyUI/AAAAAAAABD0/1kQX_dogUuU/s400/From+the+street.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stepping into the garden brings immediate peace.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88whtAcLz3c/Tmi2ZIq-7NI/AAAAAAAABDw/IHNC9fS4NHU/s1600/Back.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88whtAcLz3c/Tmi2ZIq-7NI/AAAAAAAABDw/IHNC9fS4NHU/s400/Back.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view from the back of the house. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6iWuKAwGZEU/Tmi10eLYRWI/AAAAAAAABDk/h27HBbD2GfE/s1600/Gazing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6iWuKAwGZEU/Tmi10eLYRWI/AAAAAAAABDk/h27HBbD2GfE/s400/Gazing.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gazing ball only highlights the beauty of the flowers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2392458959823789122?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2392458959823789122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-words-just-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2392458959823789122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2392458959823789122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-words-just-ah.html' title='No words, just an ah.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMo5-MAaEtg/Tmi3DeQEyUI/AAAAAAAABD0/1kQX_dogUuU/s72-c/From+the+street.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3808951946459813537</id><published>2011-09-06T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:17:48.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='front door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ychL3blZWbY/TmYJZVEsuHI/AAAAAAAABDg/9vcpkwqBN2I/s1600/Home.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ychL3blZWbY/TmYJZVEsuHI/AAAAAAAABDg/9vcpkwqBN2I/s400/Home.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we drove into my sisters driveway, I felt at peace with the end of our vacation.&amp;nbsp; The house was so welcoming, but for the people who lived in this house, they were even more welcoming.&amp;nbsp; My sister is the yard person.&amp;nbsp; My brother-in-law is truly a motor head, so each have their hobbies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For my sister, each step in the process of making their home beautiful, is thrilling and labor intensive.&amp;nbsp; But she seems to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; We have more in common as we get older. Flowers, and greeting cards are the top two.&amp;nbsp; But as I said before, age seems less important as we grow older.&amp;nbsp; We are no longer big sister and baby sister, we are friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always been miles apart, but our hearts have stayed close.&amp;nbsp; More pictures to come. This one picture doesn't show the beauty of her deck and garden.&amp;nbsp; Vacation soon to end, but for now, I will be with my sister, that little time will be well used.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3808951946459813537?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3808951946459813537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3808951946459813537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3808951946459813537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ychL3blZWbY/TmYJZVEsuHI/AAAAAAAABDg/9vcpkwqBN2I/s72-c/Home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3114481940257884357</id><published>2011-09-05T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:58:05.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windmill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Go South Vacationers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUBi0HPPHdA/TmURt5vd5xI/AAAAAAAABDc/DIRbO-FZdHs/s1600/Wind+Power.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUBi0HPPHdA/TmURt5vd5xI/AAAAAAAABDc/DIRbO-FZdHs/s400/Wind+Power.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to leave the Brainerd Lakes Area and go south.&amp;nbsp; Six hours of farming land is something the eye never tires of. The small towns that dot the highway, bring you back to another time, maybe a slower time. However, the small towns buzz with activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that takes my breath away are the wind power windmills.&amp;nbsp; They are hug and graceful.&amp;nbsp; Southern Minnesota has so many of these and every time we travel through there are more.&amp;nbsp; Cows graze under the calming woosh of the blades going around.&amp;nbsp; I always make my husband stop so I can take in the grace and soothing sound.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way to my sisters, we will be welcome with a hug from her and my brother in law.&amp;nbsp; We will again eat and laugh.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, also drink some too. But for now I want you to enjoy the picture of the windmills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3114481940257884357?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3114481940257884357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-south-vacationers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3114481940257884357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3114481940257884357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-south-vacationers.html' title='Go South Vacationers.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUBi0HPPHdA/TmURt5vd5xI/AAAAAAAABDc/DIRbO-FZdHs/s72-c/Wind+Power.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7337825780106918274</id><published>2011-09-03T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T08:28:16.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>This is for my brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gnF4YhUUq4/TmIdRhIG74I/AAAAAAAABDY/pvn8ITB8tww/s1600/wine+toast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gnF4YhUUq4/TmIdRhIG74I/AAAAAAAABDY/pvn8ITB8tww/s320/wine+toast.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kristi wrote me and ask about the picture of us toasting to the wine maker, my brother Vern.&amp;nbsp; Well, the truth is that it's a little blurry. Hum, it might be because of the wine I had enjoyed through the night that made my hand shakier or maybe its just me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group decided to toast my brother for the great wine he made and we shared with them.&amp;nbsp; To you brother. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little sister&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7337825780106918274?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7337825780106918274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-for-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7337825780106918274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7337825780106918274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-for-my-brother.html' title='This is for my brother.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gnF4YhUUq4/TmIdRhIG74I/AAAAAAAABDY/pvn8ITB8tww/s72-c/wine+toast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5580562304392810243</id><published>2011-08-31T07:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:09:38.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walleye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fish, no Walleye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646990643021237730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXr71Ff8bDk/Tl4kEh88TeI/AAAAAAAABDU/gIuThnT1-H0/s400/fish.JPG" /&gt;Walleye is the king of fish in Minnesota.  And the best way to serve it, for us Minnesotans is fried.  Yummy.  Our last night at their house, after the great walk, was a dinner with ex  co-workers and friends.  I couldn't believe they came and shared a meal. A meal we all got to take part in, the guys grilled, the gals worked at the salads, and Kristie fried walleye.  Oh my gosh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjsam91cff0/Tl4jttt_t0I/AAAAAAAABDM/A7_whWoL_NM/s1600/supper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646990251042780994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjsam91cff0/Tl4jttt_t0I/AAAAAAAABDM/A7_whWoL_NM/s320/supper.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meal was not just the food, but the friendship we had that night.  The laughs the food and the dessert, no pictures of that, private joke.  We even shared a bottle of wine my brother bottles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on the last days of our vacation, and yet we were once again enjoying, laughing, and eating way too much.  Lots to remember from the area we called home for over 20 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5580562304392810243?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5580562304392810243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/fish-no-walleye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5580562304392810243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5580562304392810243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/fish-no-walleye.html' title='Fish, no Walleye.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXr71Ff8bDk/Tl4kEh88TeI/AAAAAAAABDU/gIuThnT1-H0/s72-c/fish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5745450179881284450</id><published>2011-08-29T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:22:18.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What, exercise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1AZoEqNSbY/TluEUnCubtI/AAAAAAAABDE/tlMzf4zeLug/s1600/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646252047451713234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1AZoEqNSbY/TluEUnCubtI/AAAAAAAABDE/tlMzf4zeLug/s400/walk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristie and Joe treated us as tourists.  But maybe they knew by this time in our vacation we need to get off our back sides and walk.  These mines in Crosby have lots of trails, this is just one of the many.  I have to say, that all the years we lived there, this is another thing we had never done. Thanks guys for MAKING us go. Not really, we were willing.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening we knew of the benefits to the walking that afternoon.  I will write more about this in my next post. I have to say, it warmed my heart and brought so many laughs and memories to an already great vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5745450179881284450?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5745450179881284450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-exercise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5745450179881284450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5745450179881284450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-exercise.html' title='What, exercise?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1AZoEqNSbY/TluEUnCubtI/AAAAAAAABDE/tlMzf4zeLug/s72-c/walk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3641081357049373576</id><published>2011-08-28T11:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:46:21.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crosby'/><title type='text'>How did we miss this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv-yMKJo0uU/TlpmrGGWVFI/AAAAAAAABCk/aIkB256mRmE/s1600/Crosby%2BMines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645937973419988050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv-yMKJo0uU/TlpmrGGWVFI/AAAAAAAABCk/aIkB256mRmE/s400/Crosby%2BMines.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This massive group of water are formed from mines in Crosby, Minnesota. John and I had never been here. Can you imagine, living near here for 20 years and not seeing this. Shame on us. Sometimes being close to beauty and too busy to enjoy it, is a sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone on this beautiful Sunday. Prayers for those in the path of Irene.&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3641081357049373576?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3641081357049373576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-did-we-miss-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3641081357049373576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3641081357049373576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-did-we-miss-this.html' title='How did we miss this?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv-yMKJo0uU/TlpmrGGWVFI/AAAAAAAABCk/aIkB256mRmE/s72-c/Crosby%2BMines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5745451850048235981</id><published>2011-08-27T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:42:35.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>We make ourselves at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-F32vPD3Co/TlkQQMBzJhI/AAAAAAAABCc/fyE8QYxZp80/s1600/DSC05725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561478178350610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-F32vPD3Co/TlkQQMBzJhI/AAAAAAAABCc/fyE8QYxZp80/s320/DSC05725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing about having us for guests is that we know how to relax.  Our next stop was Joe and Kristi's, they started out my bosses and turned into our friends.  What an unexpected blessing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story goes, ours that is, that we arrived before they came home from work. So, John and I decided to enjoy their deck, we always carry wine, two crystal glasses and fine hors d' oeuvres. I bet you didn't know these were hors d' oeuvres? John and I pride ourselves in good wine and finger food &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOVMzw65GYw/TlkQEpanzMI/AAAAAAAABCU/gHCPm-g2PWM/s1600/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561279908662466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOVMzw65GYw/TlkQEpanzMI/AAAAAAAABCU/gHCPm-g2PWM/s320/DSC05726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when traveling.  Not to say the napkins, yes fabric. Oh my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because they weren't home doesn't mean we had to wait to start the party.  When they did arrive we welcomed them as if they were the company. Lots of laughs and memories made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just the start to a fine visit. What great friends we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5745451850048235981?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5745451850048235981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-make-ourselves-at-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5745451850048235981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5745451850048235981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-make-ourselves-at-home.html' title='We make ourselves at home'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-F32vPD3Co/TlkQQMBzJhI/AAAAAAAABCc/fyE8QYxZp80/s72-c/DSC05725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-73282854569227753</id><published>2011-08-25T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:20:49.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Garden of peace and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bekbeHCg3d4/TlZMCa7pj_I/AAAAAAAABCM/EfVcQDI2y8s/s1600/Vern%2BGarden%2B8-7a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644782787428454386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bekbeHCg3d4/TlZMCa7pj_I/AAAAAAAABCM/EfVcQDI2y8s/s320/Vern%2BGarden%2B8-7a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say that my family knows gardening, planting and harvesting.  Maybe it's because we started out as a farming family.  I don't know if green thumbs are inherited or just developed, but the gardens my brothers and sister has, would make my dad proud. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could take pictures of how beautiful Vern and Dorothy's property looks. It's spectacular and this one picture only shows a small part of their creation.  One thing I know is that they work hard at making every inch beautiful.  As Vern digs up plants, splits them and finds a new place for the new plant, Dorothy does the weeding. Dorothy pulls each weed with loving care from the garden, to help the beautiful plants grow and bloom.  Their ability to grow a beautiful garden is a reflection of their marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often sit with them and realize the love they have for each other. It's as beautiful as their gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-73282854569227753?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/73282854569227753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/garden-of-peace-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/73282854569227753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/73282854569227753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/garden-of-peace-and-love.html' title='Garden of peace and love.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bekbeHCg3d4/TlZMCa7pj_I/AAAAAAAABCM/EfVcQDI2y8s/s72-c/Vern%2BGarden%2B8-7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3616035377404363654</id><published>2011-08-24T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:36:15.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>No tears over spilt wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVXLEXxOMiI/TlVudRL9OJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JLp7CjDsZ_I/s1600/Wine%2B8-7_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644539157087598738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVXLEXxOMiI/TlVudRL9OJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JLp7CjDsZ_I/s400/Wine%2B8-7_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why you ask? I think five minute rule works for wine also.  While setting up for the picture, someone, who knows for sure, spilt some wine.  As we sat and laughed about it, we realized if I took a picture fast, we could, and would reclaim the wine.  Great to the last drop.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I always say, anything can happen at our next stop. Vern and Dorothy's more to come. Kevin check out what made it to Minnesota. Sweet, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless my family who are also my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3616035377404363654?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3616035377404363654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-tears-over-spilt-wine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3616035377404363654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3616035377404363654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-tears-over-spilt-wine.html' title='No tears over spilt wine.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVXLEXxOMiI/TlVudRL9OJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JLp7CjDsZ_I/s72-c/Wine%2B8-7_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1335117433231570441</id><published>2011-08-20T08:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:47:08.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Breakfast with B&amp;J.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rorGG4PfgXs/Tk-so7WPQ9I/AAAAAAAABB8/51d659opBpc/s1600/August%2B3a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642918677244232658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rorGG4PfgXs/Tk-so7WPQ9I/AAAAAAAABB8/51d659opBpc/s400/August%2B3a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No that doesn't mean breakfast with butter and jam. It's Bob &amp;amp; Joni.  No matter our differences one thing remains, our love for family and that makes us love one another.  Bob and Joni have gone through their lives with many ups and downs, none of them breaking their bond.  They celebrated their 50th anniversary this summer.  Their love for each other is overshadowed by their love for the family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all families there are members that are not best of friends, what ever the reason, it matters even less as years go buy.  I know in my case that I can be a pest, talkative, and probably annoying.  And yet my family still loves me for me.  They look beyond the face value and find the positive.  I told a family member once.  If not for being together as family, you would probably not like me. Because of what I believe it makes us complete opposites.  But that's what family does. Breaks the walls of indifference.  Isn't that great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjr1xGy2x44/Tk-sZmEiitI/AAAAAAAABB0/bvYsvvQ6Z-g/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642918413834816210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjr1xGy2x44/Tk-sZmEiitI/AAAAAAAABB0/bvYsvvQ6Z-g/s200/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob is my brother, but after all these 50 years and some, Joni is now my sister, not sister in law. How can someone remain with the title of sister in law after all these years.  I like calling her sister, it feels good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a post about mom making a quilt.  It was May 8, 2009, the title was Pieces of fabric sewn into love.  Just look under 2009 and find it there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family and this breakfast was the best.  We also celebrated Dar's 39th... birthday again.  By the way she didn't share the cupcake.  Naughty girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1335117433231570441?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1335117433231570441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/breakfast-with-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1335117433231570441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1335117433231570441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/breakfast-with-b.html' title='Breakfast with B&amp;J.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rorGG4PfgXs/Tk-so7WPQ9I/AAAAAAAABB8/51d659opBpc/s72-c/August%2B3a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-22108307202611077</id><published>2011-08-19T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:08:38.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Para what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GpZam5u0g/Tk60iwFZBEI/AAAAAAAABBs/TIWC18de81k/s1600/August%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642645892257875010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GpZam5u0g/Tk60iwFZBEI/AAAAAAAABBs/TIWC18de81k/s400/August%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing my brother is, is resourceful.  As we pondered over the problems of the world, not, he brought this thing out.  It's a parachute. A guy was really cleaver and re marketed these for covering a porch or where ever you would like more shade.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These parachutes didn't make the cut when inspected.  When he put it up, I had to giggle, than was surprised at it's beauty and function.  Wow, what next, I just looked at Gene and said...I am impressed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I leave you with this.  He, my brother, not only can grill but can find something this clever.  When you sat under it, it felt so graceful.  The wind gave you a feeling of what it would feel like if you jumped from a plane.  Without the fear of God striking you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who visit my little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-22108307202611077?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/22108307202611077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/22108307202611077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/22108307202611077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-what.html' title='Para what?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GpZam5u0g/Tk60iwFZBEI/AAAAAAAABBs/TIWC18de81k/s72-c/August%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4526516216628135643</id><published>2011-08-18T08:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:00:22.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steak fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Steak fry and laughs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmgp5KO6hPE/Tk0MhTglv8I/AAAAAAAABBk/GlwF1qX6zd8/s1600/Gene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642179674477281218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmgp5KO6hPE/Tk0MhTglv8I/AAAAAAAABBk/GlwF1qX6zd8/s320/Gene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gene is known for his steak fries.  Every year, Dar and Gene host a steak fry for the family. It has become an event worth waiting for.  Because we weren't going to make it this year, they decided they could make a personal steak fry available to us, only us, so we wouldn't feel left out. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I took a picture of my husband frying mushrooms and onions, it was brought to my attention, by my brother, that he has been left out of my blogs regarding him being the chef and maybe I should think that over. So here it my little effort to make it up to my dear brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gene you may have been left out, but you are truly the king of the grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4526516216628135643?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4526516216628135643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/steak-fry-and-laughs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4526516216628135643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4526516216628135643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/steak-fry-and-laughs.html' title='Steak fry and laughs.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmgp5KO6hPE/Tk0MhTglv8I/AAAAAAAABBk/GlwF1qX6zd8/s72-c/Gene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-8615887388385604714</id><published>2011-08-16T15:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:16:11.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>Marv &amp; Diane's little slice of heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYQGLYZ_Hs/TkrBycO8pWI/AAAAAAAABBc/oay6WBmozmY/s1600/Flower%2B8-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641534555551475042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYQGLYZ_Hs/TkrBycO8pWI/AAAAAAAABBc/oay6WBmozmY/s400/Flower%2B8-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afUvlkmVLds/TkrBoikA1JI/AAAAAAAABBU/gx6SSuMtYNQ/s1600/Front%2BYard%2B8-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641534385451750546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afUvlkmVLds/TkrBoikA1JI/AAAAAAAABBU/gx6SSuMtYNQ/s400/Front%2BYard%2B8-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhPQDVDfT3I/TkrBfFGjIyI/AAAAAAAABBM/xOgoZLgUO38/s1600/Back%2BYard%2B8-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641534222924718882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhPQDVDfT3I/TkrBfFGjIyI/AAAAAAAABBM/xOgoZLgUO38/s400/Back%2BYard%2B8-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't have to say a lot about this home, it's warm and inviting.  The home is surrounded by beauty, from it's flowers to the pond that many creatures call home.  One thing about staying there is you have many hours of looking at the pond from the upper deck. It is their favorite place to be.  And as always, the topics are fun and the birds flutter in and out as we drink our coffee and laugh.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to show how wonderful it is with pictures mostly because a camera never does it's job.  But sit back and enjoy.  Thanks to my brother and sister-in-law for the opportunity to relax. I'm hoping they did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-8615887388385604714?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/8615887388385604714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/marv-dianes-little-slice-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8615887388385604714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8615887388385604714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/marv-dianes-little-slice-of-heaven.html' title='Marv &amp; Diane&apos;s little slice of heaven.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndYQGLYZ_Hs/TkrBycO8pWI/AAAAAAAABBc/oay6WBmozmY/s72-c/Flower%2B8-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3031826218031484283</id><published>2011-08-15T13:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:54:22.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famiy'/><title type='text'>Always room for more family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641140766064573394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMfVpQT3sE/Tklbo4FA-9I/AAAAAAAABBE/tzLtqh7N-eA/s320/Shell%2Band%2BMe.jpg" /&gt;I wanted to post this picture because I believe this is an important part of the first visit. This is the better half of Kass, and we took a great picture. Even Austin is in a photo mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, don't we look good? It's always about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3031826218031484283?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3031826218031484283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-room-for-more-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3031826218031484283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3031826218031484283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-room-for-more-family.html' title='Always room for more family.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMfVpQT3sE/Tklbo4FA-9I/AAAAAAAABBE/tzLtqh7N-eA/s72-c/Shell%2Band%2BMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5087496692958687865</id><published>2011-08-15T13:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:22:39.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>With arms open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odnwQb_MIdw/TklVUhrWobI/AAAAAAAABA0/y12pWneB-4k/s1600/Three%2BGals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641133819384209842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odnwQb_MIdw/TklVUhrWobI/AAAAAAAABA0/y12pWneB-4k/s320/Three%2BGals.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are always blessed to be loved by family and friends.  Our first stop was at my husbands daughter.  We found a quiet bedroom awaiting us. And a dinner to die for being grilled.  Settling is was easy, if nothing else, due to a glass of wine.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kass and family have a great patio, and that's where we spent many hours enjoying each other.  Laughter abound and the welcome mat was surely out.  This was a wonderful time.  How can one say thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fun photo is John, his niece and daughter.  Oh yes Austin. Not sure why he has to go through this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who travel though my little blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5087496692958687865?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5087496692958687865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-arms-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5087496692958687865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5087496692958687865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-arms-open.html' title='With arms open.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odnwQb_MIdw/TklVUhrWobI/AAAAAAAABA0/y12pWneB-4k/s72-c/Three%2BGals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3020314196017014092</id><published>2011-08-14T12:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:31:44.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>Isn't our country beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt2F04DnQTY/Tkf34AsxptI/AAAAAAAABAs/8G30sGewJBQ/s1600/Tenn%2BRest%2BStop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640749599937373906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt2F04DnQTY/Tkf34AsxptI/AAAAAAAABAs/8G30sGewJBQ/s400/Tenn%2BRest%2BStop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say yes..however, I know other places are beautiful also. But I truly believe in our moments and sharing them. I am very blessed to have these moment and to recognize them for what they are.  Beautiful. I also find that I am always learning.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest lesson this vacation was, that not everyone has wi-fi. Oh my gosh. I am usually the last one to get anything technical.  I left home with a new laptop, believing everyone was much farther ahead of me.  Well as I found out my family isn't there yet.  So, my wish for blogging as our vacation took place didn't happen.  I know that I could have ventured out and found some. But I was on vacation to hug, talk and listen to my love ones.  So no venturing out.  But here I am with photos and stories. To make you smile.  I hope you enjoy the trip.  The first photo is from the Tennessee rest stop coming out of South Carolina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could swear this was a real cabin. I wanted to sit and enjoy the rockers.  But that was just for looks.  But oh how wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog. Welcome to my little world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3020314196017014092?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3020314196017014092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/isnt-our-country-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3020314196017014092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3020314196017014092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/08/isnt-our-country-beautiful.html' title='Isn&apos;t our country beautiful?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vt2F04DnQTY/Tkf34AsxptI/AAAAAAAABAs/8G30sGewJBQ/s72-c/Tenn%2BRest%2BStop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-9218719737692940614</id><published>2011-07-31T10:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:14:57.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north carolina'/><title type='text'>What a great country.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqeVHO9JnLI/TjVhzeqwnzI/AAAAAAAABAU/KCsXW_46rIQ/s1600/Tenn%2BMount.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635518045757677362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqeVHO9JnLI/TjVhzeqwnzI/AAAAAAAABAU/KCsXW_46rIQ/s400/Tenn%2BMount.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our travel through the states has been beautiful the mountains in North Carolina and the rest &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgjBJqIhzHI/TjVho2Bdo_I/AAAAAAAABAM/wdAxozdXBUI/s1600/Tenn%2BRest%2BStop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635517863048356850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgjBJqIhzHI/TjVho2Bdo_I/AAAAAAAABAM/wdAxozdXBUI/s320/Tenn%2BRest%2BStop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stop in Tennessee, it's breathtaking. When you go through the mountains in North Carolina and Tennessee you find out how small you are. I truly feel free there. I'm like a child that is hiding under the covers in bed.  Safe and comforted.  Than when you enter Tennessee this is the rest area you see.  It makes a true statement of being in the mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-9218719737692940614?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/9218719737692940614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-great-country.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9218719737692940614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9218719737692940614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-great-country.html' title='What a great country.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqeVHO9JnLI/TjVhzeqwnzI/AAAAAAAABAU/KCsXW_46rIQ/s72-c/Tenn%2BMount.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5797698138150260004</id><published>2011-07-30T10:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:34:31.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>On our way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYGaV1Qi3_o/TjQVifc4pqI/AAAAAAAABAE/0-LzR2xk1mg/s1600/Austin%2Broad%2B7-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635152716049720994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYGaV1Qi3_o/TjQVifc4pqI/AAAAAAAABAE/0-LzR2xk1mg/s320/Austin%2Broad%2B7-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Away we go, oh my gosh, it's 5:00 am and we are backing out of the driveway.  Austin was ready to go and so are we.  I'm never on vacation until we leave home.  Now I am on vacation.  We have 12 hours to go and the weather is wonderful. Both John and I love early morning driving. I was blessed to marry someone with so much in common.  Through North Carolina, Tennessee, and Indiana.  Our stop will be in Illinois.  See ya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for our safe travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5797698138150260004?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5797698138150260004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-our-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5797698138150260004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5797698138150260004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-our-way.html' title='On our way.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYGaV1Qi3_o/TjQVifc4pqI/AAAAAAAABAE/0-LzR2xk1mg/s72-c/Austin%2Broad%2B7-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6580322272673486568</id><published>2011-07-25T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:48:13.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>What the heck is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4e_V15LYJp4/Ti1zYaa_5GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Qqb4IYRHOuQ/s1600/Austin%2BSuite%2Bcase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633285572156974178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4e_V15LYJp4/Ti1zYaa_5GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Qqb4IYRHOuQ/s320/Austin%2BSuite%2Bcase.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin as worldly as he is, is about to experience something new...travel.  Today when I brought the suit cases down,  he ventured over to see what they were.  It must be as important to put your head in the suit case as to just sniff the outsides.  He is now ten months old and will experience the biggest challenge ever.  Seventeen days on the road.  He has been welcomed by friends and family to sleep in their homes.  He has learned to sleep in his kennel when we are gone, giving us peace of mind and also our hosts.  He will carry his bed with him, so he can rest his head comfortably at night and feel he is safe.  He is ready...but are we?&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be an experience for us too. To protect him along the way, to make sure he is safe from heat and all that the world has to harm him. This will prove to us wether all we have trained him to do and not to do will make him a welcomed guest.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He probably will post in the blog along our way.  Pray for our safe travel. We will be leaving home with all security in place and excitement in check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless all of you for your visiting my little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6580322272673486568?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6580322272673486568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-heck-is-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6580322272673486568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6580322272673486568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-heck-is-this.html' title='What the heck is this?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4e_V15LYJp4/Ti1zYaa_5GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Qqb4IYRHOuQ/s72-c/Austin%2BSuite%2Bcase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2905180478302448347</id><published>2011-07-24T11:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:40:09.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle'/><title type='text'>Be still my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AVJ-s54Ss0/Tiw8GXfRdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rfyf3Sm_Tgg/s1600/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632943314015712370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AVJ-s54Ss0/Tiw8GXfRdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rfyf3Sm_Tgg/s400/eagle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was in a Minnesota newspaper. Photographer unknown to me. But I think he or she is blessed to have gotten the shot. I hope you like it and tears come to your eyes as they do mine. Thanks to all that serve, to protect our freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2905180478302448347?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2905180478302448347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-still-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2905180478302448347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2905180478302448347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be still my heart.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AVJ-s54Ss0/Tiw8GXfRdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rfyf3Sm_Tgg/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1970309515003488642</id><published>2011-07-21T08:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:45:42.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>How does your garden grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGjZ3-IMdIw/TigfXmN7JTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rn0nzhWSDlc/s1600/BYard%2B7-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631785824283206962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGjZ3-IMdIw/TigfXmN7JTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rn0nzhWSDlc/s400/BYard%2B7-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have gotten e-mails from family that wonder how the garden looks especially since the pumpkins are so big. Then the rest of the garden must be huge. I have to say that it's really beautiful. I wonder what it's going to look like in a few years when the plants have grown and everything has settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this morning Austin and I took the camera out for a few pictures before the sun hits the garden. The sun is way too harsh on the garden and the photos never look so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you all on the beautiful Thursday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1970309515003488642?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1970309515003488642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-does-your-garden-grow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1970309515003488642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1970309515003488642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How does your garden grow?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGjZ3-IMdIw/TigfXmN7JTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rn0nzhWSDlc/s72-c/BYard%2B7-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3674976696602317109</id><published>2011-07-17T12:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:27:31.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Austin is growning up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jS9evG6tUI/TiMTIhCHeKI/AAAAAAAAA_k/YQd_jSHepXA/s1600/Austin%2Bbed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630364996170381474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jS9evG6tUI/TiMTIhCHeKI/AAAAAAAAA_k/YQd_jSHepXA/s400/Austin%2Bbed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday, Austin is one step closer to being a worldly dog. I watch as his world get bigger, a road trip with window privileges.  Not losing his cookies on the trip.  His wondering around behind John when work has to be done on the yard. Without a need to run.  And staying in bed a little longer when his prior day was too hectic.   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it's knowing this little spirit is my charge, or should I say our charge.  We are his security and his care takers.  We make sure the water is fresh in his bowl, he gets his heartworm medication and comes out of the sun when we know he is warm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in return he gives us, unending love, attention more than we want some days but mostly he makes us laugh.  I know his spirit is ours and that we are his.  He is now truly part of our family. He gives back more than he takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is nothing like Timber and I am pleased he's not. I could never replace Timber and I know she is happy and at rest. She loved us and made us proud.  She was an extension of us.  Now Austin is learning the skills and because he has learned so much he will reap the freedoms Timber had.  We are blessed again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great dogs take loving humans. Be a good human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3674976696602317109?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3674976696602317109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/austin-is-growning-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3674976696602317109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3674976696602317109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/austin-is-growning-up.html' title='Austin is growning up.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jS9evG6tUI/TiMTIhCHeKI/AAAAAAAAA_k/YQd_jSHepXA/s72-c/Austin%2Bbed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1878641386458017688</id><published>2011-07-17T11:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:19:04.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>What a pumpkin...no a squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pmfnDMxEAw/TiMJjkYLhWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/aY6gcx0oeCY/s1600/Squash%2B7-11a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630354465808418146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pmfnDMxEAw/TiMJjkYLhWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/aY6gcx0oeCY/s400/Squash%2B7-11a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Sunday to all who stop by. For us it's a normal Sunday, coffee, breakfast, God and than time for our loves. Today isn't very unusual, except for the laughing hangover we got last night in our garden. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BblEDt244zs/TiMJYUxsvdI/AAAAAAAAA_U/emRoGCMugUo/s1600/Goard%2B7-11a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630354272641924562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BblEDt244zs/TiMJYUxsvdI/AAAAAAAAA_U/emRoGCMugUo/s320/Goard%2B7-11a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last fall we put all sorts of veggies, like the pumpkins after Halloween was over, and decorator squash after Thanksgiving, into the area that would become our makeshift garden this year. In the spring pumpkins came up. We decided to leave them and see what came from them. John and I always love surprises. As you can see the variety is worth the time. The pumpkins look like squash and everyone has it's own personality. I hope you enjoy it also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0I6wax56ovM/TiMJLuWaBNI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ez-dAgruhzg/s1600/Pumpkin%2B7-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630354056168473810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0I6wax56ovM/TiMJLuWaBNI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ez-dAgruhzg/s320/Pumpkin%2B7-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who believe and those who prefer, have a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1878641386458017688?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1878641386458017688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-pumpkinno-squash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1878641386458017688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1878641386458017688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-pumpkinno-squash.html' title='What a pumpkin...no a squash'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pmfnDMxEAw/TiMJjkYLhWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/aY6gcx0oeCY/s72-c/Squash%2B7-11a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-75797574910087109</id><published>2011-07-08T15:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:43:53.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><title type='text'>I thought it would be easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwmVlKXZnE/ThddINfkshI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JkIk3-tbO0Y/s1600/Print%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627068655065149970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwmVlKXZnE/ThddINfkshI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JkIk3-tbO0Y/s320/Print%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been working with Printmaster card designing software for years. I have used it for the printing and artwork. I have put off getting upgrades thinking I had everything I really needed in my older program. One sunny day an ad came in with a deal I couldn't resist. I said yes. I was suppose to be able to download it, but instead I got the CD. I should have seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded it and decided to un-install the old program. Yiks, the old program was 600 mg and the new 2600 mg. Ok, right there I knew I was going to be in trouble. My computer is slow and old. I took a breath and started the process of learning a new program. Freeze, freeze, etc. What was I thinking? Compulsive buying, I know better than this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While working and not freezing I realized what this new software would do. Great art and special papers to print. I have now decided to use it sparingly until I get a new computer and using my old software when doing just print. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627069057820664930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ialyJNBIXpQ/Thddfp3-JGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/mRHTCBt0ikE/s320/B115%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;I have to say that I am feeling pretty good. I have not only survived the process but learned how to use everything without throwing the computer out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always never say never. And I didn't. I posted a card I did on it with help from the old software. What do you think? The bird is printed over background artwork, the shadow behind the bird is also part of the software. This is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-75797574910087109?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/75797574910087109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-thought-it-would-be-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/75797574910087109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/75797574910087109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-thought-it-would-be-easy.html' title='I thought it would be easy....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwmVlKXZnE/ThddINfkshI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JkIk3-tbO0Y/s72-c/Print%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-8096490166702295691</id><published>2011-06-25T13:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:22:53.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I love summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfJIStAVEpo/TgYhv1jC-yI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8_wLreWvf3U/s1600/B111%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622218290530286370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfJIStAVEpo/TgYhv1jC-yI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8_wLreWvf3U/s320/B111%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say the last few cards I have designed really reflect the summer that just started a few days ago. On the other hand it feels as though it's been here for over a month. Not complaining. So I decided to design some really summer feeling cards. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone who wants to be. For you others...have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-8096490166702295691?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/8096490166702295691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8096490166702295691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8096490166702295691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-summer.html' title='I love summer.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfJIStAVEpo/TgYhv1jC-yI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8_wLreWvf3U/s72-c/B111%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2169452347150455652</id><published>2011-06-22T09:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:09:47.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>Me and Lammie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWjVcxcuga8/TgHpJ7qGmRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nXh3pViVP18/s1600/Austin%2Blamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621030166777469202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWjVcxcuga8/TgHpJ7qGmRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nXh3pViVP18/s400/Austin%2Blamie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day a box arrived from PetCareRx. As Carol opened the box I new it was for me. Out from the box came a new lamb stuffed friend. She handed it to me and off I went, making a new friend and introducing him to his new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never seen anything so big. Lammie was huge, almost as big as me. Oh my gosh, lammie was wonderful. But after a few days of playing with lammie, I introduced him to my favorite place. My landing upstairs by the window. We both took a nap, as Carol would say attitude adjustment time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is...be good and get new friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2169452347150455652?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2169452347150455652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-and-lammie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2169452347150455652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2169452347150455652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-and-lammie.html' title='Me and Lammie....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWjVcxcuga8/TgHpJ7qGmRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nXh3pViVP18/s72-c/Austin%2Blamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1227979543432295228</id><published>2011-06-18T10:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:10:18.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpJURXD4XUs/TfyxmGcM4uI/AAAAAAAAA-k/teAma9cKa8Q/s1600/FD23%2Bflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561703173579490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpJURXD4XUs/TfyxmGcM4uI/AAAAAAAAA-k/teAma9cKa8Q/s400/FD23%2Bflat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiEfnLPAhcM/TfyxdH7CQ3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/YHRlpZsLQLQ/s1600/FD23%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561548952519538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiEfnLPAhcM/TfyxdH7CQ3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/YHRlpZsLQLQ/s400/FD23%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I lost my father many years ago. But even today I think of him with more love because I have grown to know the great things he did. The world will never think of him as accomplished but with my family he was great. And that's the only thing that matters here under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those of you in the midst of fatherhood, honor the position, be faithful to it. This is your biggest accomplishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1227979543432295228?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1227979543432295228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1227979543432295228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1227979543432295228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpJURXD4XUs/TfyxmGcM4uI/AAAAAAAAA-k/teAma9cKa8Q/s72-c/FD23%2Bflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1003659859176760943</id><published>2011-06-15T12:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:05:23.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pergola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscaping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deck'/><title type='text'>Heat hasn't stopped us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTqePjAE4Ow/Tfjl8zIeDLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/u3ksyntXpvE/s1600/Back%2BY%2B%2Bdeck%2B5-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618493367825337522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTqePjAE4Ow/Tfjl8zIeDLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/u3ksyntXpvE/s320/Back%2BY%2B%2Bdeck%2B5-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last family to visit us was my dear nephew and his wife, whom I consider friends more than relatives. We had about two weeks between visits so we were inspired to start our structure on the back deck. We decided to build a little privacy from our neighbors and at the same time add some shade. We know the project could not be completed at that time, mostly because of the heat. But wanted to get a start on our pergola. It will be fall when all things come together, but thought you would love to see the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second picture is the house without the yard work or str&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HA8gE7gkNyw/TfjlY-FCdsI/AAAAAAAAA-M/F87afA2I48U/s1600/Back%2BYard%2B310%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618492752288446146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HA8gE7gkNyw/TfjlY-FCdsI/AAAAAAAAA-M/F87afA2I48U/s320/Back%2BYard%2B310%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucture. I know it's ugly, but we are working on changing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1003659859176760943?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1003659859176760943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/heat-hasnt-stopped-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1003659859176760943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1003659859176760943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/heat-hasnt-stopped-us.html' title='Heat hasn&apos;t stopped us...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTqePjAE4Ow/Tfjl8zIeDLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/u3ksyntXpvE/s72-c/Back%2BY%2B%2Bdeck%2B5-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-9026848786712761408</id><published>2011-06-14T10:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:24:27.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>United We Stand.</title><content type='html'>I say this because we need to respect not only the flag as a group but the service persons who keep our freedom strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the flag and our brave men and women who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618080467058587538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuPNOTzUlh4/Tfduaz6Wd5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/vyMxkqJQTc4/s400/Flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Flag Day...hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;God Bless America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-9026848786712761408?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/9026848786712761408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/united-we-stand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9026848786712761408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9026848786712761408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/united-we-stand.html' title='United We Stand.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuPNOTzUlh4/Tfduaz6Wd5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/vyMxkqJQTc4/s72-c/Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4219438172828166352</id><published>2011-06-12T13:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:20:34.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipJKJVEInog/TfT1OEiqIII/AAAAAAAAA9g/dPkO2m8zwAE/s1600/Flowers%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617384257323933826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipJKJVEInog/TfT1OEiqIII/AAAAAAAAA9g/dPkO2m8zwAE/s320/Flowers%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I miss this place, it's my little haven away from real world. It's where I place my thoughts and often my feelings. So you wonder where I have been? I have to say, I have had a great time. This year we've had lots of family company; for weeks at a time. I also can say that I wasn't used to having company this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have so much company, you find yourself immersed in that world. The real world, not like the one that is often quiet and uneventful. I usually have time to think of my virtual world or journal. I come up with ideas and as the day goes on, it gets better or it's a post you never see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I am saying is that even if I missed this virtual world, it was nice to have loved ones that after a week of being with me....still loved me. As most of you know, I never lack in words and for that reason, often not only wear my husband out but my guests. Maybe I am growing up or they are more tolerant. Whatever the situation, it was a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots to show you, our garden is growning and our new project is going smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4219438172828166352?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4219438172828166352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4219438172828166352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4219438172828166352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ipJKJVEInog/TfT1OEiqIII/AAAAAAAAA9g/dPkO2m8zwAE/s72-c/Flowers%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1827041292486769989</id><published>2011-05-18T10:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:00:24.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back yard'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k26AXMVkg0g/TdPe5RmdLlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/phS52UwLRxY/s1600/B%2BYard%2B5-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608071036565007954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k26AXMVkg0g/TdPe5RmdLlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/phS52UwLRxY/s400/B%2BYard%2B5-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7N2UQ_ml0QA/TdPex4tylOI/AAAAAAAAA9M/MRgf4r0ling/s1600/B%2BYard%2B5-11a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608070909625799906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7N2UQ_ml0QA/TdPex4tylOI/AAAAAAAAA9M/MRgf4r0ling/s400/B%2BYard%2B5-11a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted the plants to grow up a little before I showed you our back yard. I am loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1827041292486769989?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1827041292486769989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1827041292486769989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1827041292486769989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-long-time-coming.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time coming.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k26AXMVkg0g/TdPe5RmdLlI/AAAAAAAAA9U/phS52UwLRxY/s72-c/B%2BYard%2B5-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-9133253682583447151</id><published>2011-05-15T12:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:37:50.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>The world keeps changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu0FkZiJKGQ/TdABBCgpmcI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ILXlcL6lbZM/s1600/Austin%2B5-11a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606982653441579458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu0FkZiJKGQ/TdABBCgpmcI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ILXlcL6lbZM/s400/Austin%2B5-11a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watch out my window in Carol's studio with interest in the world I have come to know. At six months old, I have learned so much. Humans are very interesting. They request obedience but in return give so much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last few months I have entertained many humans. They tell me they are family. But what I know is how they act towards my humans and therefore how I treat them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a new love, her name is Helen. Be still my heart. She lives across the street from me. I know she loves me by the look in her eyes when she comes to see me after a long day of work. I also know she has a lot of things going on in her life. So I'm making sure my tail wags as fast as it can, and that my butt follows. She deserves lots of attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been good to me. What more can happen, what more fun will I experience? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wag is for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-9133253682583447151?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/9133253682583447151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-keeps-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9133253682583447151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9133253682583447151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-keeps-changing.html' title='The world keeps changing.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu0FkZiJKGQ/TdABBCgpmcI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ILXlcL6lbZM/s72-c/Austin%2B5-11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1076441388752505771</id><published>2011-05-04T08:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:58:23.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covered bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5koaX9G3RbU/TcFNRa7um6I/AAAAAAAAA88/MdsAa0_ElHQ/s1600/Covered%2BBridge%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602844373108562850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5koaX9G3RbU/TcFNRa7um6I/AAAAAAAAA88/MdsAa0_ElHQ/s320/Covered%2BBridge%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a little absent because of my family visiting. They are wonderful people, as all of my family. Relaxing, a glass of wine at night before dinner and a little touring. I am a day behind but who really cares. Smile. On a beautiful day we went to the only surviving covered bridge in South Carolina. With picnic lunch in the cooler and cold drinks in hand we took a twenty minute trip to a beautiful site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pirRQyVQOI/TcFNKNV07BI/AAAAAAAAA80/eop6B2IYnD4/s1600/Covered%2BBridge%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602844249200847890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pirRQyVQOI/TcFNKNV07BI/AAAAAAAAA80/eop6B2IYnD4/s320/Covered%2BBridge%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than reading the plaques are the people who decided this site was worth saving. What insight and determination. No Federal funds were used or state funds were used to preserve the site. These people are a wonder to me and because of them we are privileged to eat our lunch and oversee the wonders of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who travel through my life and little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1076441388752505771?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1076441388752505771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-and-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1076441388752505771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1076441388752505771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-and-fun.html' title='Family and Fun'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5koaX9G3RbU/TcFNRa7um6I/AAAAAAAAA88/MdsAa0_ElHQ/s72-c/Covered%2BBridge%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3664233412959316658</id><published>2011-04-25T18:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:13:18.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Bragging Rights....</title><content type='html'>I couldn't stand it, I had to show you my second rose. Unfortunately for you and me, I was way too busy to go out and take a picture of the first yellow one. Enjoy everyone. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599647417556818306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KloKAGSxmM0/TbXxqHboWYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pXaAQZYCDzI/s400/flowers%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Monday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3664233412959316658?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3664233412959316658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/bragging-rights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3664233412959316658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3664233412959316658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KloKAGSxmM0/TbXxqHboWYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pXaAQZYCDzI/s72-c/flowers%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-738210076321004800</id><published>2011-04-22T11:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:29:28.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secretary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I traveled to the dark side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUor2H_p6pI/TbGdzrDvS3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MOt8D0PW1nI/s1600/Coffee%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598429322855533426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUor2H_p6pI/TbGdzrDvS3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MOt8D0PW1nI/s320/Coffee%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got up yesterday morning, I felt a shift in the world. As usual, I don't believe in it, but yesterday seemed different. I think if I had left it alone, maybe it would straighten back out. But not me. I fear that putting black coffee in my favorite green tea cup might have changed the karma of the day. As the day went on, things seemed to go wrong. Didn't feel well, felt a little light headed and way too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening was our Home Owners Meeting, in which I am the secretary. I have to say that the volunteer position was very painful. There are a group that had it out for everything that happened and told me so through many e-mails. Well, let me tell you, they were in full force last night and I had never seen such cruelty ever. So as we the board was under fire, I found it hard to breath and comprehend what was going on. At the end of the meeting, I decided to resign. That was no way to treat people. There goes southern hospitality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that I had become weary of the complainers and spent way too much time replying to them. It took away from my sleep and creativity. My designing really is what makes me whole. So maybe it's not the world that was shifting to hurt me but help me. Hummm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't listen to my heart. So I had to experience it. But God only gives me what I can handle and I can handle this. I have more time for my family, friends, and designing. I feel good. I wanted to tell you this because I became stronger last night and that my friends is wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-738210076321004800?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/738210076321004800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-traveled-to-dark-side.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/738210076321004800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/738210076321004800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-traveled-to-dark-side.html' title='I traveled to the dark side.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUor2H_p6pI/TbGdzrDvS3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MOt8D0PW1nI/s72-c/Coffee%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6119451252268837729</id><published>2011-04-19T13:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:01:56.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscaping'/><title type='text'>When is a pond too blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ML-2IaAg9SE/Ta3NkbuaQCI/AAAAAAAAA8E/__jBHjT4TRM/s1600/B%2BYard%2BBlue%2BPond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597355937692794914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ML-2IaAg9SE/Ta3NkbuaQCI/AAAAAAAAA8E/__jBHjT4TRM/s320/B%2BYard%2BBlue%2BPond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to tell you the story to really explain the blue pond. It always happens when John asks my opinion. After talking to a pond company, we decided to put sand on the bottom of the pond. The question he ask is what do you think? I thought about it, not thinking with bad there is good. My only comment was that maybe we didn't need to pay for play box sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When John decided to listen, we found out how dirty sand could be. Should have bought play box sand. Oh my.... it turned to mud. So the first thought is to bring in clarifier for the pond. Sure didn't work as fast as we would have liked. Next John decided to put pond coloring in the pond. Now we have blue water and a clear pond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is... think before you listen to your wife. Giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6119451252268837729?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6119451252268837729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-is-pond-too-blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6119451252268837729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6119451252268837729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-is-pond-too-blue.html' title='When is a pond too blue?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ML-2IaAg9SE/Ta3NkbuaQCI/AAAAAAAAA8E/__jBHjT4TRM/s72-c/B%2BYard%2BBlue%2BPond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-8431972700617015387</id><published>2011-04-06T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:27:47.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Another new card.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhF3zjSJHlk/TZxqRp_U0MI/AAAAAAAAA78/3HmSQXv18P8/s1600/Bab09%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592461688849092802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhF3zjSJHlk/TZxqRp_U0MI/AAAAAAAAA78/3HmSQXv18P8/s400/Bab09%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVOiRd_FWPc/TZxqFSEEM5I/AAAAAAAAA70/sZXmU4Zf2ag/s1600/Bab09%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592461476268094354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVOiRd_FWPc/TZxqFSEEM5I/AAAAAAAAA70/sZXmU4Zf2ag/s320/Bab09%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot that I didn't show my new puppy boy card. What can I say, see I am working too hard. However it's more love for me than work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-8431972700617015387?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/8431972700617015387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-new-card.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8431972700617015387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8431972700617015387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-new-card.html' title='Another new card.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhF3zjSJHlk/TZxqRp_U0MI/AAAAAAAAA78/3HmSQXv18P8/s72-c/Bab09%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4868243454264580802</id><published>2011-04-06T09:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:22:58.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Really I'm working....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2Xl_sfRniA/TZxpBUuSjqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NUH04P-yOtY/s1600/Bab03%2Bflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592460308750962338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2Xl_sfRniA/TZxpBUuSjqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NUH04P-yOtY/s400/Bab03%2Bflat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9nYvZAoYz4/TZxo6GkgxCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GRoiziF7dmY/s1600/Bab03%2Binside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592460184692769826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9nYvZAoYz4/TZxo6GkgxCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GRoiziF7dmY/s320/Bab03%2Binside1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you wonder where I have been. Well, I have been working really hard on my new line of cards. The pet line, they include sympathy, new puppy, new kitten. I showed you the new kitten card and now I am unveiling my new puppy girl card. I am proud of the creations and wanted to share them with you. &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592460087662295266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3q6dYFKOzA/TZxo0dGpOOI/AAAAAAAAA7c/BzJqiJZCljk/s320/Bab03%2Binside2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4868243454264580802?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4868243454264580802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/really-im-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4868243454264580802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4868243454264580802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/04/really-im-working.html' title='Really I&apos;m working....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2Xl_sfRniA/TZxpBUuSjqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NUH04P-yOtY/s72-c/Bab03%2Bflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1066838052367242666</id><published>2011-03-31T10:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:20:40.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Look whats new in my studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV6319n-0nk/TZSLrMxKn-I/AAAAAAAAA60/11R3cSCkr4A/s1600/Bab02%2Bflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590246611751706594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV6319n-0nk/TZSLrMxKn-I/AAAAAAAAA60/11R3cSCkr4A/s320/Bab02%2Bflat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not many words needed. I am really having fun now. This card is for the new kitten owner. I also have a new puppy card on my etsy page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This card has three pages. Sure to make the new kitty owner feel the love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248387225737954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RARepn6x1pM/TZSNSi7KWuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mFbzcxOrXSU/s400/Bab02%2Binside%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248213984433986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62pdbPGJr6o/TZSNIdjN10I/AAAAAAAAA7M/GTAV5oK_LcY/s400/Bab02%2Binside%2Bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1066838052367242666?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1066838052367242666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-whats-new-in-my-studio.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1066838052367242666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1066838052367242666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-whats-new-in-my-studio.html' title='Look whats new in my studio'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV6319n-0nk/TZSLrMxKn-I/AAAAAAAAA60/11R3cSCkr4A/s72-c/Bab02%2Bflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5947040050243656856</id><published>2011-03-28T08:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:03:45.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back yard'/><title type='text'>All for me?</title><content type='html'>Hi it's Austin here, I wanted to tell you about the backyard. I have to say, it's been a real mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589115613921064370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH_LsRrNGOM/TZCHCdhatbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5xJIi6OqFHc/s400/Austin-pond%2B3-11.jpg" /&gt;I've had to put up with such abuse, like my paws wiped off. I can tell you that the dirt added lots of fun to my life and couldn't understand how so much fun could be so much trouble. As they brought in all the materials to cover the dirt, I did what I could, ran along side of Carol as she got wagons of mulch from the fun pile. She wasn't as appreciative as I had hoped with my help. I often got nose to nose with John, trying to advise his placing the rocks around the pond. Again, with a firm voice he instructed me to move. Humm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here we are with this great back yard. When all was said and done, it must have been for me. All this work, for me....what a great thing for my humans to do. It is the best obstacle course I could have ever dreamed about. But I must ponder on the pond. This could be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, it's fun to dream...what next are they doing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5947040050243656856?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5947040050243656856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-for-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5947040050243656856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5947040050243656856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-for-me.html' title='All for me?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH_LsRrNGOM/TZCHCdhatbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5xJIi6OqFHc/s72-c/Austin-pond%2B3-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3135631104220075336</id><published>2011-03-21T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:24:06.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back yard'/><title type='text'>What a weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5YXPiWNtoE/TYd7QNyRn-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/wP1yTA1awPY/s1600/Pond%2B3-20-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586569381285044194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5YXPiWNtoE/TYd7QNyRn-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/wP1yTA1awPY/s400/Pond%2B3-20-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have a lot to say, because I am speechless, also tired. We worked really hard this weekend on our pond and the black mulch. We have a lot of plantings to do to make it work together but this is the next step. Hope you enjoy the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3135631104220075336?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3135631104220075336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3135631104220075336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3135631104220075336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5YXPiWNtoE/TYd7QNyRn-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/wP1yTA1awPY/s72-c/Pond%2B3-20-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4792896115358106889</id><published>2011-03-17T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:28:25.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Patricks Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>You know what day this is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF3DxvWiBg/TYIaXRJrh4I/AAAAAAAAA58/wJjBy4R3GMk/s1600/SP05%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585055474936153986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF3DxvWiBg/TYIaXRJrh4I/AAAAAAAAA58/wJjBy4R3GMk/s400/SP05%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4792896115358106889?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4792896115358106889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-what-day-this-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4792896115358106889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4792896115358106889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-what-day-this-is.html' title='You know what day this is....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF3DxvWiBg/TYIaXRJrh4I/AAAAAAAAA58/wJjBy4R3GMk/s72-c/SP05%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4649729305355469875</id><published>2011-03-13T11:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:10:27.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterfall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>I got into the dirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-PrZaZ9v14/TXzsTp28rVI/AAAAAAAAA50/3jS7ChCrd2Q/s1600/Pond%2B3-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583597460430564690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-PrZaZ9v14/TXzsTp28rVI/AAAAAAAAA50/3jS7ChCrd2Q/s400/Pond%2B3-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a day Saturday was. Not only was it beautiful but I decided to get into the pond and scoop out the water that formed from all the rain. I was tired of the dirt and the dirty water that sat in the pond. We have really red soil, which dies the shoe leather, the feet and the hands. Anything that touches wet red soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with gloves on and buckets in hand I went out to scoop and hopefully dry the pond bottom. It was a lot of work and after John and I stood looking at a cleaned out pond, we decided to put down the felt liner and the rubber liner. So new pictures to share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you are thinking, it's not looking much better. The pond and water way never looks good till the water runs into the pond and plants crawl over the sides. About a year from the finishing touches it becomes really beautiful and you finally see the results of ones effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now we are happy with what we have done and ready to put the rocks down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless you and yours. And prayers for the Japanese, they need good thoughts also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4649729305355469875?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4649729305355469875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-into-dirt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4649729305355469875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4649729305355469875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-into-dirt.html' title='I got into the dirt.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-PrZaZ9v14/TXzsTp28rVI/AAAAAAAAA50/3jS7ChCrd2Q/s72-c/Pond%2B3-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-373692476009226107</id><published>2011-03-11T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:42:34.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>It's a Peep Alert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3YlgGs7A4I/TXpCz3o1BTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cWv-BKUYBfc/s1600/Peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582848146955109682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3YlgGs7A4I/TXpCz3o1BTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cWv-BKUYBfc/s320/Peeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Easter time again, and one of my favorite candies during the Easter season is the Peep. Yes, I could live on them. I buy them and open them up to the air. The biggest problem is, my favorite state of Peep is hard. I usually don't make it to that stage. Once opened I loose control. I am addicted. I wonder through the stores keenly keeping my eyes open to the Peeps name. I often think, that if I buy three boxes of six peeps, I will have them over a week. Dreamer that I am it never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my husband truly loves me because yesterday he brought home one package of Peeps. He must know me well. I opened them up and have been drawn to them more than once. I pledge to make them last till next week. The challenge is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must excuse me, the Peeps are calling....I can resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Season is my favorite. Jesus died for us. I love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-373692476009226107?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/373692476009226107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-peep-alert.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/373692476009226107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/373692476009226107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-peep-alert.html' title='It&apos;s a Peep Alert.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3YlgGs7A4I/TXpCz3o1BTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cWv-BKUYBfc/s72-c/Peeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4477398088602542334</id><published>2011-03-09T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:19:01.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Spring has sprung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FJbNdCP8lw/TXeL7MtUQfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/iGRjR18TUyQ/s1600/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582084112288858610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FJbNdCP8lw/TXeL7MtUQfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/iGRjR18TUyQ/s400/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought we all needed a little spring.  Especially those under feet of snow.  Being a Minnesotan I understand the want for spring.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4477398088602542334?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4477398088602542334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-has-sprung.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4477398088602542334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4477398088602542334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FJbNdCP8lw/TXeL7MtUQfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/iGRjR18TUyQ/s72-c/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-2362231975349474534</id><published>2011-03-06T12:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:25:45.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timber'/><title type='text'>A year ago today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvYUzY7uP-c/TXPDeQQEciI/AAAAAAAAA5U/lYJceJxGUrw/s1600/Waiting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581019287768035874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvYUzY7uP-c/TXPDeQQEciI/AAAAAAAAA5U/lYJceJxGUrw/s400/Waiting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timbers spirit went back to the earth. She is still missed and I dreaded this day. I wondered how a pet, one of many that have traveled through my life, could affect me this much. Was it because she went through so many times of sorrow with me? I probably will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the last few months before her death, I knew it was going to happen. I tried to prepare myself. The end was still overly painful. Unlike my parents and loved ones that have gone before me, I don't believe four legged spirits join us after death. It makes it so final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today came without sorrow. Only great memories of a day gone by. A spirit that warmed my heart and will rest there throughtout my life. This is a tribute to loving pets. They are worth taking care of, loving and respecting. Time on earth is prescious. They are part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who travel through my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-2362231975349474534?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/2362231975349474534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2362231975349474534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/2362231975349474534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvYUzY7uP-c/TXPDeQQEciI/AAAAAAAAA5U/lYJceJxGUrw/s72-c/Waiting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-945985776281287140</id><published>2011-03-03T15:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:39:47.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back yard'/><title type='text'>I'ts so nice to see change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mv_BIylRfw/TW_7OFoCYTI/AAAAAAAAA40/C3P1kda2aLE/s1600/BYard%2B2-11f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579954682782179634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mv_BIylRfw/TW_7OFoCYTI/AAAAAAAAA40/C3P1kda2aLE/s320/BYard%2B2-11f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the front yard achievement I thought maybe John would stop, go golf and take a vacation from the hard work. But to my surprise he got right into it, the back yard started to take change, you saw the starter pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John has always been great at working through any problem. When we decided to do this, we decided that flat rocks would be fun. John had never used flat rocks to build a waterfall and pond. This was going to take time. But that's what he is good at. And &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFjmQy1j97w/TW_7aFyFp-I/AAAAAAAAA48/OxSc-RvzwOY/s1600/BYard%2B2-11g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579954888982767586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFjmQy1j97w/TW_7aFyFp-I/AAAAAAAAA48/OxSc-RvzwOY/s320/BYard%2B2-11g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course will drive me crazy on the way to the solutions needed to design another masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures of follow as he works it. God Bless all those who follow my little blog. By the way, Austin has been helping John a lot on the landscaping. So he is a little busy to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-945985776281287140?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/945985776281287140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-so-nice-to-see-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/945985776281287140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/945985776281287140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-so-nice-to-see-change.html' title='I&apos;ts so nice to see change.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mv_BIylRfw/TW_7OFoCYTI/AAAAAAAAA40/C3P1kda2aLE/s72-c/BYard%2B2-11f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-9151426217174508449</id><published>2011-02-27T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:59:54.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>Just a start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9uWxFhD0oE/TWqeZzkfmLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ev-WkdkUIMM/s1600/Yard%2B2-11%2Bfinish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578445254628972722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9uWxFhD0oE/TWqeZzkfmLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ev-WkdkUIMM/s400/Yard%2B2-11%2Bfinish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned that this little change would prompt more changes as we get ready for the next step.  Many of you have written, asking about more flowers and a garden that would really make the house beautiful. We plan a fence with flowers, and an arbor. This will probably have to wait for next year. I wanted to show you what the final... first step looked like. Hope you enjoy the change, we sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-9151426217174508449?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/9151426217174508449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-start.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9151426217174508449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/9151426217174508449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-start.html' title='Just a start.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9uWxFhD0oE/TWqeZzkfmLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ev-WkdkUIMM/s72-c/Yard%2B2-11%2Bfinish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7455932836950804994</id><published>2011-02-26T10:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:40:15.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>My First Day at Doggie Day Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I7iXIXP0OU/TWkevhMoFnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sggPX-vBHMY/s1600/Austin%2BDay%2Bcare%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578023415189083762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I7iXIXP0OU/TWkevhMoFnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sggPX-vBHMY/s320/Austin%2BDay%2Bcare%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My people are full of surprises. We dropped Carol off at work, and off we went, guys on a mission. We didn't get far and the car stopped. I have to say I like adventures but always being brave is hard. We left the car, me in my leash and John on his own mission. Veterinarian, no? The door opened and two dogs ran out. Ok, this must be dangerous. So, I backed up and slipped through my collar and went back to the car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John called and I have learned to stop. Back in we went. I was wrong, they were nice. And so, if a picture is worth a thousand words, I posed for the camera. It follows me everywhere. A group picture was requested with my new friends. I have to say, this was really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with every outing, I am really tired. Looking for a nap. So I must sign off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVhl8sJjKa0/TWkelbhAUiI/AAAAAAAAA4M/_RGm3cyz7lM/s1600/Austin%2BDay%2Bcar%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578023241865253410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVhl8sJjKa0/TWkelbhAUiI/AAAAAAAAA4M/_RGm3cyz7lM/s320/Austin%2BDay%2Bcar%2Bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I hope for all my followers, big bones to chew, loving people to hold you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Austin Woods Court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7455932836950804994?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7455932836950804994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-day-at-doggie-day-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7455932836950804994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7455932836950804994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-day-at-doggie-day-care.html' title='My First Day at Doggie Day Care'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I7iXIXP0OU/TWkevhMoFnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sggPX-vBHMY/s72-c/Austin%2BDay%2Bcare%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3172596760579453157</id><published>2011-02-24T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:23:52.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Go John, Go.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVY61Prvp3w/TWa-JqaLFkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HCwZYIEy7B8/s1600/BYard%2B2-11e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577354261757105730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVY61Prvp3w/TWa-JqaLFkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HCwZYIEy7B8/s400/BYard%2B2-11e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day two and look what's happened. Two chase lounges, a table for a cool drink, and the sun. Can't wait to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always love to those who love me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3172596760579453157?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3172596760579453157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-john-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3172596760579453157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3172596760579453157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-john-go.html' title='Go John, Go.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVY61Prvp3w/TWa-JqaLFkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HCwZYIEy7B8/s72-c/BYard%2B2-11e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-321097281820155646</id><published>2011-02-23T10:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:50:18.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Therapy or Correctness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bloiKtyB47E/TWUsqhLnnCI/AAAAAAAAA38/NTbyAP4vjME/s1600/BYard%2B2-11d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576912822541458466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bloiKtyB47E/TWUsqhLnnCI/AAAAAAAAA38/NTbyAP4vjME/s400/BYard%2B2-11d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's time to get over my hissy fit and stop torturing myself. Writing is great therapy and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get back to it. The back yard. I know it's been a long time since I said anything about the back yard. The truth is with John's health being a large part of last summer, work on the back yard slowed down. We knew what we were going to do, but left it at the planning stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week he started our sunning platform. This is a flat area dug out of the hill and tile was placed on the base to support two chase lawn chairs. It measures 12 ft. by 12 ft. Now this picture only shows the first step. We have to put a retaining wall running the back part before we are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those who follow my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-321097281820155646?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/321097281820155646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/therapy-or-correctness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/321097281820155646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/321097281820155646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/therapy-or-correctness.html' title='Therapy or Correctness?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bloiKtyB47E/TWUsqhLnnCI/AAAAAAAAA38/NTbyAP4vjME/s72-c/BYard%2B2-11d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4184515210767665633</id><published>2011-02-19T09:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:26:56.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saddness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>I lost the wind under my wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_y8VmKoo5A/TV_WAqryLVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zadTrWrknzs/s1600/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575410170654240082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_y8VmKoo5A/TV_WAqryLVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zadTrWrknzs/s320/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems that when things go down hill they won't stop. I told you that I was fighting some issues. The biggest one is that I am an artist with a good heart. I love to contribute but always say that I am an artist and so my writing skills are colorful, not perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last two week three people decided to rewrite my posts on the association blog. Without me, there would be no blog. I felt communication was important, and that people would honor my artistic mind. People who know it all are often not thoughtful people.  I would rather be me than them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The president and vice president have been ask to write posts for the blog. But in stead took time to rewrite one of mine.  Even thought I stated that I was an artist and not a writer, I would give them a break. This week I ask my husband to just proof read my article. His response was that he had reworked three paragraphs and have a question on the other two. Oh my, my heart sunk and I felt myself fall to the ground. I tell you this because, it always helps when I write things. Something is wrong with this statement, the thing that  makes me feel good is now something I shouldn't do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I lost the air under my wings I also lost my creativity and for that reason, I must take a break from writing. I will come back but not till the hurt has subsided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be reading your blogs, as I have always done. I read to laugh, cry, pray and rejoice. I don't read to pick out the comma, or the structure of a sentence. I want to hear it in your words and adds color to my world. Once again I want to thank you letting me write and letting me be me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4184515210767665633?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4184515210767665633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-lost-wind-under-my-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4184515210767665633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4184515210767665633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-lost-wind-under-my-wings.html' title='I lost the wind under my wings.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_y8VmKoo5A/TV_WAqryLVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zadTrWrknzs/s72-c/Daffidel%2B410%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3741050731968948157</id><published>2011-02-15T09:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:50:37.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><title type='text'>Had to rethink my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_O-QMVv3i4/TVqSnKwf3_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/5CsTAbLj_qg/s1600/Flowers%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928690424733682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_O-QMVv3i4/TVqSnKwf3_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/5CsTAbLj_qg/s400/Flowers%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If that sounds confusing to you, you can imagine my creative mind dealing with it. In both my job and in the job of secretary of the association in which I live, I had to look at this from all sides and see where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both my job and my position as secretary were getting complicated. I began to see things in a negative light. It seems to me I have been here before. In my young age I would either fight, if it was necessary or quit. Could this be a life lesson that I had missed before. Maybe it's not the world, maybe it's me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know one thing, the more I focused on it, the more it was getting me down. The truth is that when I get involved I really get involved. I am common sense overloaded. I'm not a scholar, I am an artist and I have to say it comes with sensitivity. I see things from all sides and realize I need to approach it from every direction. This truly is hard when my feeling have been hurt. However, when I have stood up and stood my ground, I often felt stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you ask, what's the point? The point is that I need to realize that there are more quitters than fighters, and they want me to go away. I also learned that if my feeling get the best of me, I need to return to the subject when I am calmer. The last is that I need not make it get the best of me. I am better than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, that feels good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for letting me ramble on. And God Bless all those who travel through my little blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3741050731968948157?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3741050731968948157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-to-rethink-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3741050731968948157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3741050731968948157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-to-rethink-my-thoughts.html' title='Had to rethink my thoughts.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_O-QMVv3i4/TVqSnKwf3_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/5CsTAbLj_qg/s72-c/Flowers%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1810338542470630017</id><published>2011-02-09T14:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:33:52.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>Just when you think you've seen it all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLri2C3PeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WyAur8EruY8/s1600/Austin%2BRide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571774672866328034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLri2C3PeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WyAur8EruY8/s400/Austin%2BRide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLrQo1c1RI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mAOnxD7PbOg/s1600/Austin%2Bfield%2Btrip%2B2-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571774360082765074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLrQo1c1RI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mAOnxD7PbOg/s320/Austin%2Bfield%2Btrip%2B2-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a day, the humans took me for another ride. This time my leash came with us. I was prepaired for another car ride and I was sure I could keep my breakfast down. At least I hoped. I am loving this ride thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we pulled into this place full of trees, and other things. What was John up too. Oh my gosh, Carol opened my door and clipped on my leash. This was new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of it she wanted me to jump out. Really, I am a puppy, what is she thinking....ok, I will try. I made it, of course I looked as though I knew I could. What next was coming. We walked through this wonderful place with smells that would send you out of this world. We picked out two bushes and started back to the car, I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, into this building, I didn't want to go. But John assured me we were ok. I met three new humans, got a treat, and ba&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLrHxF2KWI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZSgqfrtzGnE/s1600/Austin%2Bfield%2Btrip%2B2-11%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571774207680194914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLrHxF2KWI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZSgqfrtzGnE/s320/Austin%2Bfield%2Btrip%2B2-11%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck into my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I am truly worldly and no one knew I was new at this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always buffs to all of you that travel through MY blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1810338542470630017?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1810338542470630017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-when-you-think-youve-seen-it-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1810338542470630017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1810338542470630017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-when-you-think-youve-seen-it-all.html' title='Just when you think you&apos;ve seen it all....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TVLri2C3PeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WyAur8EruY8/s72-c/Austin%2BRide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7442812153383812083</id><published>2011-02-03T10:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:27:44.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>The beginning of a great thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUrJV5JUaAI/AAAAAAAAA2w/vonw9jssPBg/s1600/Dogwood%2B1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569485267151382530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUrJV5JUaAI/AAAAAAAAA2w/vonw9jssPBg/s400/Dogwood%2B1-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, it hasn't anything to do with a romance. It has to do with our front yard. We have been waiting for nicer weather to get out and bring the front yard to life. We realize that trees have to be planted right a way, they need time to plant their roots and become strong underground before doing anything great above ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one pine and a crab apple tree were planted last year in our back yard. This winter another pine went in and now the dogwood in the front. We have a lot of work to do yet but wanted to show the progress. Hopefully in a few weeks the front will be planted and I can show what it looks like before all starts to bloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless all those who travel through my little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7442812153383812083?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7442812153383812083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/beginning-of-great-thing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7442812153383812083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7442812153383812083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/02/beginning-of-great-thing.html' title='The beginning of a great thing.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUrJV5JUaAI/AAAAAAAAA2w/vonw9jssPBg/s72-c/Dogwood%2B1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7307315784831132577</id><published>2011-01-29T16:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:14:28.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Oh no.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSDFPON3KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8E_4t6dkZnw/s1600/B102%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719165345520802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSDFPON3KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8E_4t6dkZnw/s320/B102%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSDAGQK9sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ym74ndT_L-c/s1600/B102%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567719077038454466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSDAGQK9sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ym74ndT_L-c/s320/B102%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSC5Fwva3I/AAAAAAAAA18/hgwuf88DvJc/s1600/B102%2Binside%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567718956647541618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSC5Fwva3I/AAAAAAAAA18/hgwuf88DvJc/s320/B102%2Binside%2Bup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly put my sisters birthday aside. Or did I? The truth is that I decided to make her the best card ever, you ask why? Because she is also a very creative card designer also. I was going to do a pop up card. Now let me tell you that I was going to be on time with the card for her birthday. However, I couldn't get it right. Three tries and not right yet. The fourth time was successful and I got the card sent the day after her birthday. When she received it, she knew I cared and loved her. I just misplaced her birthday. Happy Birthday Sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to my family, and God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7307315784831132577?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7307315784831132577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7307315784831132577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7307315784831132577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh no.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TUSDFPON3KI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8E_4t6dkZnw/s72-c/B102%2Bflat%2Benvelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3090888069454124996</id><published>2011-01-23T11:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:53:13.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ride'/><title type='text'>I can ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTxbWTeumQI/AAAAAAAAA10/pRalNdWTYtk/s1600/Austin%2BCar%2B1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565423678267496706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTxbWTeumQI/AAAAAAAAA10/pRalNdWTYtk/s320/Austin%2BCar%2B1-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My people and I go for a ride in this moving thing, they refer to as a car. I really wasn't sure I liked it. Mostly because I would lose my breakfast and you know, as a puppy I need that stuff. It's not bad eaten twice. I digress. Anyway, yesterday morning we went for a ride. That's what they call it. I started to get the sway to the left, sway to right and when to put my body in a hold position. All I have to do is watch the road. Once again, I realized how smart I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I have to get ready for my trip to Minnesota this summer. Whatever that means. However, I am willing to ride with them. Get it &lt;em&gt;ride&lt;/em&gt; with them. I am overly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking, if I get to go with them, I don't stay home in my room. I can learn to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buff to all those reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3090888069454124996?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3090888069454124996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-finally-get-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3090888069454124996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3090888069454124996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-finally-get-it.html' title='I can ride.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTxbWTeumQI/AAAAAAAAA10/pRalNdWTYtk/s72-c/Austin%2BCar%2B1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3284610812996832408</id><published>2011-01-19T15:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:36:04.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>It's my turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTdKsvCLBWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/z911oKMEhAw/s1600/V47%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563997997039813986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTdKsvCLBWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/z911oKMEhAw/s400/V47%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Austin is enjoying and often falling off his perch, I am designing my Valentine's Day cards. And loving every minute. I can't show you everything but I love this one. Don't you just love when you step out of your comfort zone and do something you love. This card &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incorporates&lt;/span&gt; the paper lace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doily&lt;/span&gt;. Yummm.  I also venture into pop up cards. I might show you one of those if Austin will give me back my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Blessing from the designer in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3284610812996832408?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3284610812996832408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-my-turn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3284610812996832408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3284610812996832408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-my-turn.html' title='It&apos;s my turn.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTdKsvCLBWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/z911oKMEhAw/s72-c/V47%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7574387383253465786</id><published>2011-01-18T13:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:32:42.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>They say I'm growing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTXcnW0_fUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/O1ZJ9lHhl8w/s1600/Austin%2B1-11%2Bpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563595483386969410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTXcnW0_fUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/O1ZJ9lHhl8w/s320/Austin%2B1-11%2Bpl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, they are surely making my world smaller. I remember the first time I jumped up at the window sill in Carols paste em up room. I could spread out and see the world. I loved watching other creatures going by and John arriving home from golf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But than it happened. I fell off. I thought it was a one time deal. But it started to happen more often. Awake and asleep. I can tell you that I acted as if I wanted to fall off. But between you and I really fell. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTXcfRc_zKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AoFvs3Rtbz0/s1600/Austin%2BStudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563595344505195682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTXcfRc_zKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AoFvs3Rtbz0/s320/Austin%2BStudio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such things as going under the table in the living room or running under the bed, it's getting harder. Growing up is hard to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that my people will make things right but until then I have to watch out for smaller openings and lower beds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always boof to all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7574387383253465786?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7574387383253465786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-say-im-growing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7574387383253465786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7574387383253465786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-say-im-growing.html' title='They say I&apos;m growing...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TTXcnW0_fUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/O1ZJ9lHhl8w/s72-c/Austin%2B1-11%2Bpl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-8062067695580198043</id><published>2011-01-11T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:20:41.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>NOT Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSx1DvDiQgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/f629o4PUTDE/s1600/Back%2BYard%2B1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560948346927071746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSx1DvDiQgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/f629o4PUTDE/s400/Back%2BYard%2B1-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all I have to say..... I thought I moved south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowed in South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-8062067695580198043?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/8062067695580198043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-funny.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8062067695580198043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/8062067695580198043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-funny.html' title='NOT Funny'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSx1DvDiQgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/f629o4PUTDE/s72-c/Back%2BYard%2B1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6216960608178861171</id><published>2011-01-09T09:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:20:52.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>They call me Austin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSnC_wParqI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R-exBp9gAcs/s1600/Austin%2Bthinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189615502700194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSnC_wParqI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R-exBp9gAcs/s400/Austin%2Bthinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I weighed in at 15 pounds. Both my humans looked a little shocked. And yet smile when they talked. I came home weighing five pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I want to tell you what I thought when I first saw them. I was safe and warm in my Greenville Pet Shelter. And everyday was the same. Love and food, but this day was different. I didn't see them right a way but when a little finger came through the gate of my kennel, I lifted my eyes and saw a sad face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSnCwdRMRQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/LbWb6Iwjjcs/s1600/Austin%2BHome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189352711832834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSnCwdRMRQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/LbWb6Iwjjcs/s200/Austin%2BHome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at me and I knew I could help her. I had lots of love to give. She ventured on down the line and then he looked at me. It was a strong connection and I knew I was his. So did he. When she came back, she smiled and said something. The kennel was opened and I was placed, at five pounds and less then three months, in his arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I knew he was gentle and kind. He hugged me gently, even though he was a large human. And he whispered, you are going home, and she will love you. They walked down the hallway and to the main entrance. I got my new red collar and a new bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now three months old and worldly. I have learned so much and know what he meant by home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6216960608178861171?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6216960608178861171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-call-me-austin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6216960608178861171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6216960608178861171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-call-me-austin.html' title='They call me Austin.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSnC_wParqI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R-exBp9gAcs/s72-c/Austin%2Bthinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7713606864475733151</id><published>2011-01-04T10:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:01:25.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>What's with the yard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSNB9wpyujI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YqKzcbBa6Gw/s1600/Yard%2B6-10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558358894393342514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSNB9wpyujI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YqKzcbBa6Gw/s320/Yard%2B6-10a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's time to get back to our yard, bring more life to a plain landscape. We are a little behind due to a fence job. Our neighbor decided to put a fence and it would attach to ours. So we decided to have some of the fence replaced. And at the same time enlarge our fenced in area. This was before Austin came into our life. We are happy with the results but since we hired it done, it took away from our lawn &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSNBvmYSsvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iFgEgUvb5cA/s1600/Yard%2B11-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558358651117417202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSNBvmYSsvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/iFgEgUvb5cA/s320/Yard%2B11-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;budget. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excite to pick up the pace on our landscaping. So finishing the back yard and doing a little in the front yard is important. Beauty and brawn make such a great team. I know you know which one I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all those who travel through my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7713606864475733151?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7713606864475733151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-with-yard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7713606864475733151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7713606864475733151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-with-yard.html' title='What&apos;s with the yard?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSNB9wpyujI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YqKzcbBa6Gw/s72-c/Yard%2B6-10a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5147918384040835167</id><published>2011-01-03T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:56:52.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Two thousand eleven...oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSHjlCYjmxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xRUvnGPG0Z0/s1600/New%2BYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557973640586435346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSHjlCYjmxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xRUvnGPG0Z0/s320/New%2BYear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year to the friends I follow and the ones who follow me. I didn't like last year too much. With Timber leaving us, John's health in question, and my sadness regarding the above, was starting to take a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a new year, a new beginning and many things learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never got an answer on the cause of John's breathing problem, however, the best part of all the tests are that his lungs are strong and his heart is healthy. As healthy as it can be for a person with heart problems. With the possibility of allergies, he has decided to add to his exercise and diet. We know now that this cannot kill him, only slow him down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sadness was diminished with the new arrival, Austin. He is full of energy and was meant for us. When he saw us and we him, it was instant love. Even though he is a Catahoula Leopard mix and that breed is known to be tall, we decided it was destiny. The thing that made it so special was that John decided we needed a new spirit. It was he, who thought we could live without. What a Christmas gift Austin was. And that John saw my need and maybe even his and said yes to destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the last subject is my job. Working part time, I know that I want to give them all I have. I started to feel responsible for things I knew were going wrong. That procedure was off and things could be better. I was bring work home, in my head that is, and often had dreams about it. This has to stop, and this is my new years resolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Be a good worker and support person, don't expect that participation will make it better". "And be proud of the work I do". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There I said it. Now lets see how I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a great year to everyone. Love to my family, thanks to my friends, your support was everything to me. To my Internet friends...I am back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God Bless everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5147918384040835167?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5147918384040835167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-thousand-elevenoh-my.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5147918384040835167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5147918384040835167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-thousand-elevenoh-my.html' title='Two thousand eleven...oh my.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TSHjlCYjmxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xRUvnGPG0Z0/s72-c/New%2BYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6806797499885431781</id><published>2010-12-29T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:05:24.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>Austin surely rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRtOIXDYmlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5ijSux2aPFI/s1600/Austin%2Bclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556120470825769554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRtOIXDYmlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5ijSux2aPFI/s320/Austin%2Bclose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the two weeks we have had Austin in our lives, he has truly taken us to heart. From the five pound pup we brought home to now 12 pounds, he seems to grow in our hearts as the Grinch's heart grew in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best and most blessed thing is that he's not only the little spirit that brought life back into my heart but also John's. I find him as attentive and loving to Austin as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came down with a dreaded cold, mostly due to working in retail. This means that John is truly the get up and take him out detail. He hasn't complained or given that dreaded big sigh that comes with....way too much work this Austin. So as I sniff my way to bed after work, he and Austin seem to go on with the daily work of training Austin to be the best dog ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know now that I can release Timber's spirit and remember her with love, not mourning her loss. I am so loved and blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the best event in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6806797499885431781?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6806797499885431781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-surely-rules.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6806797499885431781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6806797499885431781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-surely-rules.html' title='Austin surely rules.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRtOIXDYmlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5ijSux2aPFI/s72-c/Austin%2Bclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3007336795092851031</id><published>2010-12-22T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:26:20.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Almost Gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRIYV9GdGKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Xa5h3TPM_Fo/s1600/Cookies%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553528055959197858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRIYV9GdGKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Xa5h3TPM_Fo/s320/Cookies%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gingerbread cookies are by far my favorite Christmas cookies. I make a huge batch every year and by Christmas I have shared some and eaten most. There is only a small group of ginger cookie lovers, but that's ok with me. Unlike my husbands love for sugar cookie, mine last longer due to less people loving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you just have to be different and that often pays off. For me this gingerbread cookie love affair is probably made bigger in my head because I only make them once a year. I think this is a great lesson for life. When you wait for something it makes it very special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all my followers and I hope there is something special this year in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3007336795092851031?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3007336795092851031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3007336795092851031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3007336795092851031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-gone.html' title='Almost Gone....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TRIYV9GdGKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Xa5h3TPM_Fo/s72-c/Cookies%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6081535447671926679</id><published>2010-12-17T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:11:56.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Austin is home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQuLrh7Qm8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FRd76x08PDU/s1600/Austin%2B003%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551684545621826498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQuLrh7Qm8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FRd76x08PDU/s400/Austin%2B003%2Ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I must say that she is a he. Austin is a Cartahoula Leopard mix dog. We adapted him yesterday from the Greenville Humane Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when John and I left for the adventure of 2010 we rode quietly. I'm sure we were both thinking that we had better be sure we were ready. I knew I was and yet I was just a little nervous. We never, ever, return a dog. The moment I put it in my arms, it was family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulling up to the Humane Society was something I had felt before but only years ago; excitement. I held back the tears because I didn't know if Austin was present. As we walked the isle down to the puppy room, I worked so hard at not crying. Once we entered, this little spirit reached out to John, I wanted to view others, but every time I looked back, this little heart had stold mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin was coming home. With no more experience in his life than two and a half months old, he knew the heart strings to pull. We are once again blessed with a even tempered dog. The question is what was he mixed with and how big he is going to get. But once in love, that all seems unimportant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great Christmas gift from such a great guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6081535447671926679?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6081535447671926679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-is-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6081535447671926679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6081535447671926679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-is-home.html' title='Austin is home.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQuLrh7Qm8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FRd76x08PDU/s72-c/Austin%2B003%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7681757397063755145</id><published>2010-12-16T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:07:44.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Austin is coming home.</title><content type='html'>This morning John said that he wanted to give me a new spirit, puppy.  And was I willing to adopt a homeless puppy.  I started to cry and I haven't stopped.  Yes, I said.  Was I dreaming, would I wake up as in other dreams and find it not real.  I don't know but if this is a dream...I plan to stay here for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know how hard this has been.  But I wanted to make sure that John wanted it as much as I did. Or at least want it a little.  See having a dog is a full time job in the beginning and both parties have to be willing to hide socks, find paper chewed up and the many pleasures a puppy will bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John and I are on the same page, the puppy will have the best world ever. And now Austin will be coming home. I don't know who she is or what she is, but I know she is going to steal my heart when I see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture today. No picture needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7681757397063755145?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7681757397063755145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-is-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7681757397063755145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7681757397063755145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/austin-is-coming-home.html' title='Austin is coming home.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7938699423302034641</id><published>2010-12-14T08:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:42:24.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saddness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail'/><title type='text'>I am in shock.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQd0K6yY30I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Yzfcm-bUOIU/s1600/Pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550532796685541186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQd0K6yY30I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Yzfcm-bUOIU/s200/Pig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted all the good people to know that there are bad people who are now training kids to be bad. Last night during work a manager came to me with a look I hadn't seen before. She stated that a customer had come to her, whispered in her ear that he had seen a woman with child, outside the store. He hesitated than continued. He said that the mother pulled the pants down the child's legs and he pooed in front of the doors. The child preceded to piddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know these words are simple but they hurt me to write them. What would make a person do that, we have a restroom. We are as nice as we can be and we ask for people to write surveys. This is so unbelievable that I find myself shaking my head and denying my writing. But when a person has to clean up someone else's poo. You find it sickening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are not morals to this story, but wanted people to know things like this happen and hurt the workers, not the store. See the store didn't clean it up, the nice manager, that has treated me with extra kindness was the clean up crew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7938699423302034641?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7938699423302034641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-in-shock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7938699423302034641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7938699423302034641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-in-shock.html' title='I am in shock.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQd0K6yY30I/AAAAAAAAAyU/Yzfcm-bUOIU/s72-c/Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5455686505927793445</id><published>2010-12-11T12:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:05:45.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Retail Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQO9aDPmKsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5usznK2NMIA/s1600/Stores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549487421095553730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQO9aDPmKsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5usznK2NMIA/s400/Stores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking about the retail world and the stories that are often passed between people working the floor in a store. I have taken many of breaks with people that are working hard to keep the store looking stress free. The salesperson is under a lot of pressure to keep things straight and folded. The fact that people can pick up an item and after deciding they don't want it, just lay it down somewhere, without thought of the person who has to put it back along with a hundred other items, saddens me. Now many think that people are there to serve them. That's not true. We are there to make their shopping experience wonderful. We work hard keeping the stock replenished and at the same time greeting and helping others get that stress free shopping they want. We are not there to SERVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really this isn't the depth of my thoughts, I wanted to thank those who bend over to pick up an item that fell off the shelf even when they didn't do it. Or leave an item on the hook until they decide what they want. Or bring it back to the department and leave it hanging close to the original home of the garment. These people are never thanked because we spend so much time picking up after others. So today I want those who do care and know we are working hard; to realize we do notice them and thank God for them. Otherwise we would become hard at heart and wouldn't that be a sad statement for such a wonderful time of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas Shopping to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-5455686505927793445?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/5455686505927793445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-retail-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5455686505927793445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/5455686505927793445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-retail-story.html' title='Christmas Retail Story'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TQO9aDPmKsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5usznK2NMIA/s72-c/Stores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-3404151264639169736</id><published>2010-12-05T10:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:31:01.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A gallon of paint and patients.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPuvXQx2t-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/MbnzkJEBQeo/s1600/Living%2BRoom%2B110a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547220180212824034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPuvXQx2t-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/MbnzkJEBQeo/s320/Living%2BRoom%2B110a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am always asked if I love to paint. My answer is... I love the end product, not the process. Picking the colors is probably the most fun. I think it goes back to my artist background. Once painted the product is either what I expected or not. And yet I love the ending regardless of the final effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my living room. You can see the lack of color made the room very cool and unwelcoming. This was the only thing th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPuvOodB0XI/AAAAAAAAAxk/bmuD5h4iLfY/s1600/Fireplace%2Bwall%2B210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547220031949099378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPuvOodB0XI/AAAAAAAAAxk/bmuD5h4iLfY/s320/Fireplace%2Bwall%2B210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at had to change fast. So in January the painting took place. Hope you can appreciate the change like I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to paint the remainder walls a dark taupe when all my colors are other rooms are finished. I decided to wait because of the creative construction of this house.  More photos to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a gallon of paint won't do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-3404151264639169736?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/3404151264639169736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/gallon-of-paint-and-patients.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3404151264639169736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/3404151264639169736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/gallon-of-paint-and-patients.html' title='A gallon of paint and patients.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPuvXQx2t-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/MbnzkJEBQeo/s72-c/Living%2BRoom%2B110a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-6877374823613780833</id><published>2010-12-01T17:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:30:15.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>April seems so long ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPeewnwtpKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dwgO5hLMoj4/s1600/True.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546076024274265250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPeewnwtpKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dwgO5hLMoj4/s320/True.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of my followers know that I like to think about how I am doing twice a year. Once on my birthday in April and again on Thanksgiving. I do this to keep me in check. Have I grown in love, faith, and tolerance? Am I coping with loss and examining my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still confused at the hurt I carry with the loss of Timber my English Setter. I had to think it through and often cried my way through it. She was the best of the best, but I had lost loved pets before. Was it because we had been so close. Even now as I write tears come to my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that it was her spirit I missed, that something under my feet. That need for me to take care of and knowing she would be expecting me at the end of the day. I find this loss intolerable. But learning and trying not to bring in another spirit for reasons I can't go into today are still looming in my everyday thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for everything else, it seems that life has been a growth and not a decline. For this I thank God. I also realized today, that it's me, I must take care of. I have always been passionate to others, their needs and what they think. This often leads to me compromising on issues that maybe I should think through. Maybe the phrase "To Thine Self Be True" applies to me more today than at any other time in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want others, like my husband to say things like. I think we need. Instead of me bringing to a heated discussion before he relents and says...do what is best for you! OUCH. But maybe life isn't suppose to be that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my lesson is for the next few months...To Thine Self Be True. And yet stay passionate to others. I will let you know how that went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless those traveling through my little blog world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-6877374823613780833?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/6877374823613780833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/april-seems-so-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6877374823613780833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/6877374823613780833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/12/april-seems-so-long-ago.html' title='April seems so long ago.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TPeewnwtpKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dwgO5hLMoj4/s72-c/True.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-1184041553951477614</id><published>2010-11-25T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:18:38.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgving'/><title type='text'>No words needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TO5-KvcReWI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ps6mCqA26DQ/s1600/TG06%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543506914338503010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TO5-KvcReWI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ps6mCqA26DQ/s400/TG06%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-1184041553951477614?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/1184041553951477614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-words-needed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1184041553951477614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/1184041553951477614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-words-needed.html' title='No words needed.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TO5-KvcReWI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ps6mCqA26DQ/s72-c/TG06%2Bflat%2Binside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4548902838101017256</id><published>2010-11-22T10:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:31:13.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinning room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Paint by number...not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOqMg7dUcsI/AAAAAAAAAws/dBRuyxKh2VY/s1600/Dinning%2BRoom%2B11-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542396788777185986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOqMg7dUcsI/AAAAAAAAAws/dBRuyxKh2VY/s400/Dinning%2BRoom%2B11-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOqMNeO8wTI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0u6yCXOPb04/s1600/Dining%2BRoom%2B110%2Bc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542396454514770226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOqMNeO8wTI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0u6yCXOPb04/s400/Dining%2BRoom%2B110%2Bc.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to get a little painting done over the last week. I usually paint before I place my furniture in the room for the first time. However, since my husband was tasked to buy a house without my help. I decided to take my time on painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dining room is one of the rooms I look at when sitting in the living room. So of course I had to do it next. I hope you enjoy the difference, paint is very inexpensive and yet does wonders for a room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day everyone and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4548902838101017256?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4548902838101017256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/paint-by-numbernot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4548902838101017256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4548902838101017256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/paint-by-numbernot.html' title='Paint by number...not.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOqMg7dUcsI/AAAAAAAAAws/dBRuyxKh2VY/s72-c/Dinning%2BRoom%2B11-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7534013441855859820</id><published>2010-11-17T10:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:15:07.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo&apos;ed'/><title type='text'>Boo'd and loving it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOPxUOjUC7I/AAAAAAAAAwU/58cWjdQFUv0/s1600/Boo%2527ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540537296401730482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOPxUOjUC7I/AAAAAAAAAwU/58cWjdQFUv0/s400/Boo%2527ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is a little late but I love the story. Our neighbor, Helen and Steve, boo'ed us. This consisted of a pumpkin, a sign for the window saying we were boo'ed, and instructions to boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed when I saw the pumpkins, because I had been making an issue of placing a pumpkin on our steps. I had put my foot down because of two things, one....to hot. I thought our pumpkin would start melting and hence make one big mess. Second....not yet October 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve and Helen, decided to boo us on October 1st. They of course had to place the pumpkin on our steps after midnight. That's what they did. I saw Steve, in my minds eye, creeping up the steps like the Grinch that stole Christmas, but with leaving something instead of taking something. Was he worried we would hear him, actually he never got busted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I than saw the instructions and started my plan to boo someone else. After all was said and done we actually saw the "we've been boo'ed" sign hanging in 14 windows. What fun. I can't wait to see what will happen next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, God Bless and remember you don't have to do much to make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7534013441855859820?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7534013441855859820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/bood-and-loving-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7534013441855859820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7534013441855859820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/bood-and-loving-it.html' title='Boo&apos;d and loving it.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOPxUOjUC7I/AAAAAAAAAwU/58cWjdQFUv0/s72-c/Boo%2527ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-4933714176232311477</id><published>2010-11-14T11:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:51:27.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>I was thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOATRzB26nI/AAAAAAAAAwE/laeP7HQXmCA/s1600/Blog%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539448738142415474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOATRzB26nI/AAAAAAAAAwE/laeP7HQXmCA/s200/Blog%2Bcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you just have to eat cake, cake and more cake. I really hate the talk about too much sugar in our diets. Listen. What is life without a little or a lot of sugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout our lives things are taken away from us. Parties all night long, too much drinking, and fatting food. Than swearing, which I really didn't like in the first place. Sometimes just being mean; which many people do deserve a good tongue lashing from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now they want us to give up sugar. Well once again I must protest. I love cake, cookies and other sugar laddened things, and I forgot to mention chocolate. So this is my promise, I plan to eat and be merry. Before you think that's my only food group intake, I plan to balance it out with fruits and veggies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, I said it. Freedom at last from THOSE people who say I must be told for my own good, what to eat. I am a big girl, not big in size, but big in brains. So don't tread on my cake...that's all I'm saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day and God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-4933714176232311477?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/4933714176232311477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4933714176232311477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/4933714176232311477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was thinking.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TOATRzB26nI/AAAAAAAAAwE/laeP7HQXmCA/s72-c/Blog%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-423533157406519582</id><published>2010-11-12T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:01:27.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>When Fun Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TN1y0L99vGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XTs7rVY02Ew/s1600/Fools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538709357627030626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TN1y0L99vGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XTs7rVY02Ew/s400/Fools.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family has a Christmas party every year. Over the years we have thrown, what we consider, theme parties. This one year we dressed like our nationality. Even though others considered us silly for dressing up, we had more fun than the effort it took to come up with the costumes. By the way the outlaws, who are the in-laws, were also in full dress. Good sports all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found that everyone, had so much fun seeing us like the characters we picked, that the party was so much more colorful. Over the years, our nieces and nephews have great memories of the, so called, silly aunts and uncles. And I might add respected for our self confidence in wearing and maybe having more fun for our age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am trying to say is having fun at any age, is what makes the family great. We can laugh at each other and still be respected. Because, we do everything with dignity. Something our parents taught us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, thanks for stopping by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-423533157406519582?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/423533157406519582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-fun-rules.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/423533157406519582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/423533157406519582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-fun-rules.html' title='When Fun Rules.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TN1y0L99vGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XTs7rVY02Ew/s72-c/Fools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-7334828653409543306</id><published>2010-11-09T09:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:44:34.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Once a bridesmaid...six times more a bridesmaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNleNxF4FZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hRYuoJRAFQ0/s1600/Family%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537560807438030226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNleNxF4FZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hRYuoJRAFQ0/s400/Family%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Morning...I once said that the first time I had to appear in a wedding, that was going to be my last. But being part of a large family, proved impossible to get my wish. Maybe I was a little cute due to the fact that they kept asking, or should I say telling me, that I was going to be in the next wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose this picture to show how young and pretty we all were. I framed my sister and me to show you one thing I have talked about before. Her beauty, unlike my complaining about it, I was truly proud of her. In fact I wanted to be like her. I have to say that looking at the old pictures just proved that maybe I was a little hard on myself. Giving the fact that she was older, had a job, and by the way had a lot more taste than I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is my point. Someone to look up to isn't all bad. Even when we find the person way to hard to measure up to. But because of her and time, she was and is, a great role model. I didn't become her, why, because I am me. And in the end, I'm loving this beautiful sister. When we stand together we are equal in mind and love for each other and that is the best part of sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless all those around me and visit my little blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-7334828653409543306?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/7334828653409543306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-bridesmaidsix-times-more.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7334828653409543306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/7334828653409543306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-bridesmaidsix-times-more.html' title='Once a bridesmaid...six times more a bridesmaid.'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNleNxF4FZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hRYuoJRAFQ0/s72-c/Family%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-313983544539297262</id><published>2010-11-07T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:16:42.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>I feel so small...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNbe0fNeJ4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/kv8xPHikw2U/s1600/so+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536857785211168642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNbe0fNeJ4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/kv8xPHikw2U/s400/so+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's ok, don't worry about tomorrow...God is already there. Sunday morning thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068997825661873110-313983544539297262?l=balsamponds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/feeds/313983544539297262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-so-small.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/313983544539297262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068997825661873110/posts/default/313983544539297262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balsamponds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-so-small.html' title='I feel so small...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/S5uopbBpMbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/CVS3iM6isrM/S220/Avitar+Me+a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sak0Auv7A5E/TNbe0fNeJ4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/kv8xPHikw2U/s72-c/so+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
