<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004</id><updated>2011-09-13T04:23:22.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grama's house</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2715387317241023228</id><published>2011-06-21T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:44:53.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fic4R8BFQ8/TgGAJ1fYqCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YfBvVHv-20o/s1600/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is a first look at my new digs.  Haven't moved in yet, but I can't wait.  I have tons of plants to move into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fic4R8BFQ8/TgGAJ1fYqCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YfBvVHv-20o/s1600/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fic4R8BFQ8/TgGAJ1fYqCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YfBvVHv-20o/s400/100_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620914716400986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2715387317241023228?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2715387317241023228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2715387317241023228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2715387317241023228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2715387317241023228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fic4R8BFQ8/TgGAJ1fYqCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YfBvVHv-20o/s72-c/100_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-53033220270211404</id><published>2011-06-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:22:18.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of An Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQy_4AjXl3s/TfF9-4q-MlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UnQlvhnq06k/s1600/100_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick finished his sophomore year at Southern Virginia U and LoRen and I picked him up at San Francisco Int'l Airport and it felt like a strange time warp since we picked him up last year almost to the same hour of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EBLoESjizM/TfF5WFPtACI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-R2Cro8fUCw/s1600/100_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EBLoESjizM/TfF5WFPtACI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-R2Cro8fUCw/s400/100_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616403630579843106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQy_4AjXl3s/TfF9-4q-MlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UnQlvhnq06k/s1600/100_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQy_4AjXl3s/TfF9-4q-MlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UnQlvhnq06k/s400/100_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408729625702994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi graduated from Fresno High last night, so ending 16 years of Freemans at that institution, and 25 years in Fresno Unified School District (I'm not even going to count college.)  I'm so proud of her - it's been a long High School Road for Des.  It seems weird not to have any more concerts, conferences, bake sales, fund runs, plays, forgotten books/homework, field trips, back to school shopping, or any of the rest.  Although as Michele pointed out last night "In 10 years it'll be Aaron down there graduating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali and Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqfZWMHXRg/TfF9xkMmgyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xCOwXnDVw_8/s1600/100_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqfZWMHXRg/TfF9xkMmgyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xCOwXnDVw_8/s400/100_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408500791313186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali and Christian were sealed on May 7th.  They were so lucky to be able to have a ring ceremony at Ralph and Linda's home.  Their back yard was the perfect setting and the weather couldn't have been better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BfHUyqPJRA/TfF77e1PLlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yr98ZX-2tcc/s1600/100_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BfHUyqPJRA/TfF77e1PLlI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yr98ZX-2tcc/s400/100_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616406472126574162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Most Beautiful Bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KC-TYp4WJE/TfF6FzatuWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/uteAhRdEArI/s1600/100_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KC-TYp4WJE/TfF6FzatuWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/uteAhRdEArI/s400/100_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616404450427910498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after the wedding I left for Victorville.  A little town in the high dessert.  I was doing production work (driving) for the San Bernardino County Fair.&lt;br /&gt;CCR played and I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v88RFJOLmWc/TfF8fEb2DdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bm-sBKKw4Z8/s1600/100_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v88RFJOLmWc/TfF8fEb2DdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bm-sBKKw4Z8/s400/100_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616407083516038610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time at Desi's graduation. Although Aaron did state that it was more boring than he thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCiiYdF5tXM/TfF9RNW7UNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Z1_9YVRpUwQ/s1600/100_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCiiYdF5tXM/TfF9RNW7UNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Z1_9YVRpUwQ/s400/100_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616407944904790226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_MbCZY0uY/TfF9Ax3-qPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/S9ORaYxJnEw/s1600/100_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ_MbCZY0uY/TfF9Ax3-qPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/S9ORaYxJnEw/s400/100_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616407662649321714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sApTFWoyl5o/TfF8wPMLSOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Qg1oI5aNIgY/s1600/100_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sApTFWoyl5o/TfF8wPMLSOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Qg1oI5aNIgY/s400/100_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616407378460887266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK - these pictures aren't exactly in the best chronological order, but I'm sure you can figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-53033220270211404?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/53033220270211404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=53033220270211404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/53033220270211404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/53033220270211404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-era.html' title='The End of An Era'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EBLoESjizM/TfF5WFPtACI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-R2Cro8fUCw/s72-c/100_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1989678547721053200</id><published>2011-06-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:51:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get up, go to work, live your life, and before you know it 2 months has gone by and it seems that everything in your life has changed.  Jonny has gone back to Germany, Desi is graduating from High School and has already moved out.  I'm helping out some friends by giving them a place to stay (the room Jonny had) while they look for a place to live. And with one call from a friend I am getting ready to move once again. &lt;br /&gt;I have been praying, meditating, and using the power of positive thinking to be able to get above my financial woes.  I've been blessed with more work than I've had in years, and now, something that I set in motion several years ago by a chance comment to one of my best friends has come to fruition.  I'll be moving into a small 2 bedroom Tudor in downtown Fresno that is only half of what I pay now.  Don't get me wrong - I love the house I live in now, and I have had the best landlord that was ever created.  But this is a move that seems to be sent from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1989678547721053200?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1989678547721053200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1989678547721053200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1989678547721053200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1989678547721053200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2876758223193460671</id><published>2011-04-03T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:08:30.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 5 Weeks in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GD40r4kZSA/TZkivNNX0uI/AAAAAAAAAak/IzhLHKnveoI/s1600/100_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GD40r4kZSA/TZkivNNX0uI/AAAAAAAAAak/IzhLHKnveoI/s400/100_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538606752125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll start with some pics of Desi and Jonny on the set of The Pirates of Penzance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiFXf8IdRXc/TZkidFlOV2I/AAAAAAAAAac/AMYSywBsk6s/s1600/100_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiFXf8IdRXc/TZkidFlOV2I/AAAAAAAAAac/AMYSywBsk6s/s400/100_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591538295467038562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random Keystone Cop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTccck1uAiM/TZkiGo56DCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6M0EzAvOWQw/s1600/100_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTccck1uAiM/TZkiGo56DCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6M0EzAvOWQw/s400/100_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591537909812038690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip to Pismo and Avila for the day, stopping at Madonna Inn for breakfast on the way - a tradition started by Lowie and me a couple of years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhLfaAX0IM8/TZkh781-VuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/oMwXJT9oND8/s1600/100_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhLfaAX0IM8/TZkh781-VuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/oMwXJT9oND8/s400/100_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591537726185690850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNtTMfS2cz4/TZkhVVyT1mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IycbG7PLwMs/s1600/100_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNtTMfS2cz4/TZkhVVyT1mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IycbG7PLwMs/s400/100_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591537062866310754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNNj6qpsnfE/TZkg-nNtvlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vOu4jKepbZ0/s1600/100_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNNj6qpsnfE/TZkg-nNtvlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vOu4jKepbZ0/s400/100_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591536672407666258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take Aaron to a Cub Scout outing - building a race car -&lt;br /&gt;Aaron did the whole thing by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb09Jeo5gGw/TZkgff-1m1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Obz8OvZi0C4/s1600/100_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb09Jeo5gGw/TZkgff-1m1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Obz8OvZi0C4/s400/100_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591536137890274130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8cRLYlwRqw/TZkgLC9PZkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1nD8L04V34I/s1600/100_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8cRLYlwRqw/TZkgLC9PZkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1nD8L04V34I/s400/100_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591535786501563970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCoGnU7wD34/TZkf3x5XiOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fg8g83grBto/s1600/100_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCoGnU7wD34/TZkf3x5XiOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fg8g83grBto/s400/100_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591535455504402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTHZeqgtNGI/TZkfrckAaQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G6xVlZFtWiU/s1600/100_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTHZeqgtNGI/TZkfrckAaQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G6xVlZFtWiU/s400/100_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591535243619232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some (not all) shots of Ali's shower - photos courtesy of Desi and Elsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwJB61k8hOM/TZkfb1NNZAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jZr_IVFrJrM/s1600/100_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwJB61k8hOM/TZkfb1NNZAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jZr_IVFrJrM/s400/100_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591534975356593154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHCr9pUqc94/TZkfQ3mbBaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JGzG9lseT7w/s1600/100_0205%2B%2528600x800%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHCr9pUqc94/TZkfQ3mbBaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JGzG9lseT7w/s400/100_0205%2B%2528600x800%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591534787020653986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGkFaQu0uCk/TZkfBs63X2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/MIPD1f1Hg6s/s1600/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGkFaQu0uCk/TZkfBs63X2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/MIPD1f1Hg6s/s400/100_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591534526455570274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4yIsVtFDMw/TZke2m0xt1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHTave5Y-rg/s1600/100_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N4yIsVtFDMw/TZke2m0xt1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/uHTave5Y-rg/s400/100_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591534335840859986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__cC1Pd9l0I/TZkeiT_i4NI/AAAAAAAAAY0/AD_DyvT8Jys/s1600/100_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__cC1Pd9l0I/TZkeiT_i4NI/AAAAAAAAAY0/AD_DyvT8Jys/s400/100_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591533987188367570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SvlnJMtHs8/TZkeXVN7XSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AJSLgw2Hw7o/s1600/100_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SvlnJMtHs8/TZkeXVN7XSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AJSLgw2Hw7o/s400/100_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591533798538566946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydvMsH0ziXA/TZkeMdc7nUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LGnNRQDzyp0/s1600/100_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydvMsH0ziXA/TZkeMdc7nUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LGnNRQDzyp0/s400/100_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591533611770420546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ61Qh5orP0/TZkd8ZQYwrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7HtMn5Fg30U/s1600/100_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ61Qh5orP0/TZkd8ZQYwrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7HtMn5Fg30U/s400/100_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591533335766155954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is today - Spent the day in the yard weeding and mowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi isn't angry, I just happened to capture her at the end of a sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfQLTjJtYFM/TZkdYU-321I/AAAAAAAAAYU/gaMkGkNKSzU/s1600/100_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfQLTjJtYFM/TZkdYU-321I/AAAAAAAAAYU/gaMkGkNKSzU/s400/100_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591532716143663954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAlpz7vgMM/TZkdNAO9gtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BiWgxoY2us8/s1600/100_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAlpz7vgMM/TZkdNAO9gtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BiWgxoY2us8/s400/100_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591532521595437778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her brother Quinn, an Akita/Shepard mix with a wonky ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jll0Ew1nJw/TZkc2EmYY-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0Ng7DLxD1lE/s1600/100_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jll0Ew1nJw/TZkc2EmYY-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0Ng7DLxD1lE/s400/100_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591532127630418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is green and healthy after all the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwCP7vzlzs/TZkcjJTZieI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0rq2xhWnOjg/s1600/100_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwCP7vzlzs/TZkcjJTZieI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0rq2xhWnOjg/s400/100_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531802475465186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asparagus Fern is reviving as it does every spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDbqTiUuBxs/TZkcRkfzT7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/1LCKSxyyEic/s1600/100_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDbqTiUuBxs/TZkcRkfzT7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/1LCKSxyyEic/s400/100_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531500537597874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the new fence border I put in to prevent dogs from using the Asparagus Fern as a bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLLrrh4g9vg/TZkcChztalI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZU-HqZIuPX4/s1600/100_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLLrrh4g9vg/TZkcChztalI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZU-HqZIuPX4/s400/100_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531242117753426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris buds - I really didn't think I'd get any of these to flower this year - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5Xh4Q9So-Q/TZkbzSaPv1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/4SmSJfLJafU/s1600/100_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5Xh4Q9So-Q/TZkbzSaPv1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/4SmSJfLJafU/s400/100_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591530980286381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Nasturtium is growing back beautifully after a "helpful" friend&lt;br /&gt;pulled most of it out last year thinking it was a weed&lt;br /&gt; even the shamrocks are doing well&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkwcTdrM7xI/TZkbnX-9vwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ucRkmJid5ak/s1600/100_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkwcTdrM7xI/TZkbnX-9vwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ucRkmJid5ak/s400/100_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591530775624138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Lilies look almost artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJfeMXZmGKQ/TZkbTv4HlNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sLlOmsnyLTM/s1600/100_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJfeMXZmGKQ/TZkbTv4HlNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sLlOmsnyLTM/s400/100_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591530438440490194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 small Japanese Maples that survived the winter outside in this pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6xm1g7rGMU/TZkbATRxyOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZXF9B1ZX7rM/s1600/100_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6xm1g7rGMU/TZkbATRxyOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZXF9B1ZX7rM/s400/100_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591530104345970914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As did this larger sapling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTbElJhgTcs/TZkayxXApPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/__BTe4XEOx0/s1600/100_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTbElJhgTcs/TZkayxXApPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/__BTe4XEOx0/s400/100_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591529871902811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my dirty feet after spending the day in the yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEYIvTjaTGE/TZkWZMUwOXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/3OJdNMyD28U/s1600/100_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEYIvTjaTGE/TZkWZMUwOXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/3OJdNMyD28U/s400/100_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591525034417994098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2876758223193460671?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2876758223193460671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2876758223193460671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2876758223193460671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2876758223193460671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-5-weeks-in-pictures.html' title='The Last 5 Weeks in Pictures'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GD40r4kZSA/TZkivNNX0uI/AAAAAAAAAak/IzhLHKnveoI/s72-c/100_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7883123169118312673</id><published>2011-02-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:13:25.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley&lt;br /&gt;Mr From Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Ooze on out&lt;br /&gt;You have guilt written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;GMR Salesman of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Dead Brudda Gang&lt;br /&gt;Ben Nye makeup model&lt;br /&gt;Shark Fisherman&lt;br /&gt;Spam eater&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bizzaro, and the reason we're the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that wherever you are the beaches are sunny and the buffet never closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7883123169118312673?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7883123169118312673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7883123169118312673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7883123169118312673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7883123169118312673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/dad.html' title='DAD'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7610596057384218862</id><published>2010-11-30T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:12:01.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali's getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TPUwDuZCSdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-_OCHrvS7ZY/s1600/lovemona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TPUwDuZCSdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-_OCHrvS7ZY/s400/lovemona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545391356727413202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this little pixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7610596057384218862?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7610596057384218862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7610596057384218862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7610596057384218862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7610596057384218862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/alis-getting-married.html' title='Ali&apos;s getting Married'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TPUwDuZCSdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-_OCHrvS7ZY/s72-c/lovemona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3283857938629300764</id><published>2010-11-14T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:00:35.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TOCTt6SQ2YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xNiEqwe_MZA/s1600/0728082127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TOCTt6SQ2YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xNiEqwe_MZA/s400/0728082127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539589958614964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time of year Mom is always on my mind. Halloween, the World Series, every holiday at her house, and especially her birthday. She would have been 83 this year. She would still be doing her own yardwork, she would still be hosting every holiday - and we all would come - and she would still be my best friend. I miss her so much sometimes it's like a physical pain. She would be so proud of her great grand children, and so much in love with them. Michele reminds me of her so completely it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day doing Mom things... helped out at a Renaissance Faire, worked on costumes for "The Sound of Music", and even talked to Fanny. After all that I came home and wished she was still here (I'm selfish that way) and even cried a little. I always felt like I was special to her, but she made every one of us feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky to have such a great mother.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3283857938629300764?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3283857938629300764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3283857938629300764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3283857938629300764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3283857938629300764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TOCTt6SQ2YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xNiEqwe_MZA/s72-c/0728082127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3997664540129456921</id><published>2010-10-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:36:40.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commodores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TL_fApDz01I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tRkAHWVo_3k/s1600/10-11+PM+Mon+0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TL_fApDz01I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tRkAHWVo_3k/s400/10-11+PM+Mon+0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530384069549085522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3997664540129456921?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3997664540129456921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3997664540129456921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3997664540129456921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3997664540129456921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/commodores.html' title='The Commodores'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/TL_fApDz01I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tRkAHWVo_3k/s72-c/10-11+PM+Mon+0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7337467226857642092</id><published>2010-10-20T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:39:06.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been almost a month since I've written an entry.  The Fair has come, the Fair has gone, work gets busier, all the little ones are getting bigger...  The  most fun in this last couple of weeks was the pranks we tried to pull on each other in the office area back stage at the Paul Paul theatre (mostly involving rigging up chairs at the desks).  I'm always pretty tired by the end of the run, but I'm also sad when it's over.  Last year I had one of the crew stay at the house so they didn't have to sleep at the fairgrounds - this year I had two of them stay with me.  It was nice having people to talk to when we got home so late, and they even did yardwork (volunteered, not required).  I've already invited them to stay with me again next year.&lt;br /&gt;Next on the line up - costuming for Sound of Music in Reedley, working production at the Johnny Mathis concert playing at the Warnor's theater (both due the first week of December), and costuming a new play that will run at the tower theatre.  There are a couple of operas and concerts in addition to these, but I think these will be the most work. At least I'm ready for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7337467226857642092?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7337467226857642092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7337467226857642092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7337467226857642092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7337467226857642092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-long-fair.html' title='So Long Fair'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-5157015723607958123</id><published>2010-09-27T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:00:21.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been without internet for about 2 weeks, give or take a few days.  So I've been really disconnected... the only saving grace was being able to check my email while at work. I guess I never realized how much time I spent on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-5157015723607958123?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5157015723607958123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=5157015723607958123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5157015723607958123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5157015723607958123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back-on.html' title='I&apos;m Back On'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-5196941498045150329</id><published>2010-09-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:05:03.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel So Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I work at the fairs or other music venues I get to be in the vicinity of some pretty iconic people.  This summer I went to Santa Maria and worked the Santa Barbara County Fair as a runner (driving the bands around and running around for them if they request anything special.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fair was only 4 days, but I was excited for two bands that were playing.  The first day Grand Funk Railroad played. It was my teenage years all over again!&lt;br /&gt;The last day The Beach Boys played. I actually drove Mike Love around quite a bit, and sat and visited with Bruce Johnson backstage.  It was my most fun day there.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to upload the pictures I have with both groups but something is wrong with this blogger or the way I've saved the picture. Arrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a call in to Nick to see how I can get it posted.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, even though this was cool, the coolest group I've worked with is still ZZ Top. &lt;br /&gt;Billy Gibbons just rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-5196941498045150329?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5196941498045150329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=5196941498045150329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5196941498045150329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5196941498045150329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-feel-so-cool.html' title='Sometimes I Feel So Cool'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-9142977290936417769</id><published>2010-08-27T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:05:57.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has It Really Been a Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nick called me this morning to say he arrived at school the night before and only had energy to go straight to sleep. His road trip with fellow SVU-vian Colby was a good time for him.&lt;br /&gt;His comment - "Colorado and Utah were beautiful, but the mid-west sucked!"&lt;br /&gt;I also got a list of things forgotten that I'll send to him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of the man he's becoming. It was wonderful having him home this summer. And having all of my electronic devices put in perfect running order wasn't a bad perk either. My plan is to go visit him this fall, and I'm really looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-9142977290936417769?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9142977290936417769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=9142977290936417769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9142977290936417769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9142977290936417769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/has-it-really-been-year.html' title='Has It Really Been a Year?'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6846773435058348390</id><published>2010-08-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:07:53.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that school is starting it seems that my time is really flying by.  I anticipated working for Fresno Unified School District again, and in fact received a call from Dana Counts, the inclusion specialist at Figarden Elementary, to fill a long term sub position.  However, working at the office for Fresno Grand Opera this summer has culminated in season tickets going on sale and a big push to fill seats for the concerts this season (Johnny Mathis and Juan Diego Florez). Both of these things coincided in the same week.  So I sat down with my boss at FGO and discussed the possibility of employing me on a full time basis (in this case, full time is 33 hours a week).  He agreed to move up my hours, and so I called Dana to let her know.  She was very understanding and told me she would keep my info, and asked me to call her if my schedule opened and I became available to work with her.  It was a decision based solely on finances, and it tore at my heart to make it.  I'll miss the children at Figarden that I've worked with the last two years.  And I'll especially miss my teacher, Karen.  The up side is that I am working with a wonderful group of people in the office.  We went on a day trip to Walnut Creek yesterday to see an opera staring a young singer who worked with us last season and the trip was so enjoyable because of the traveling companions.  So, once again my working career has taken a turn in the road.  I guess I'll see where this path takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6846773435058348390?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6846773435058348390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6846773435058348390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6846773435058348390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6846773435058348390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1451226874826926324</id><published>2010-07-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:40:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun at the midnight show! 3/5ths of us sat on the floor so we could sit by each other and it was still a blast.  The only downside to these type of showings is that the audience tends to get a little rowdy.  So, yesterday, as I was on my lunch break I went to Michele's house (she lives about 4 blocks from the school I'm working at) and told her I knew it was dumb, but I really wanted to go see the movie again - without all the screaming, oooohing, and catcalls. She confessed that she really wanted to go again also, so we went to the last showing last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre was only half full, crowd was much more subdued, and we had excellent seats.  A little more than half way through someone a few rows in front of me decided to start texting, and it really interrupted my line of sight. So to fix the problem I extended my arm and held my hand so that it blocked the extremely bright light of the cell phone - I thought it was ingenious - Michele and Theresa (Tree came along with us) thought I was deeply involved with the movie and was holding my hand out to caress Edwards face or shoulder. They started giggling, and when I finally knew what they were thinking we all had tears in our eyes from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else this movie has provided the best family entertainment I've had in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1451226874826926324?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1451226874826926324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1451226874826926324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1451226874826926324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1451226874826926324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-bella.html' title='Team Bella'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7981060542284624516</id><published>2010-06-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:26:05.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Eclipsed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls are coming over (yes, all of them. Lo is coming into town) - we're ordering take out - watching the first two films - then heading to the theatre&lt;br /&gt;MIDNIGHT SHOWING HERE WE COME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm so excited!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7981060542284624516?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7981060542284624516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7981060542284624516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7981060542284624516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7981060542284624516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-eclipsed.html' title='I&apos;m Eclipsed!'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8694311997719491465</id><published>2010-05-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:47:50.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That I'm Over 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, technically only a few days, but my two best friends and I start counting the upcoming year as soon as our day hits.  One of the gifts I received was a book entitled "100 Things I'm Not Going To Do Now That I'm Over 50".    Wonderful advise for any age, and I had to share a few things - things I already embrace.&lt;br /&gt;#67  I'm not going to wake up houseguests.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; if they're my own children.  They are adults who know how to manage their own time, and I am not the Marriott.&lt;br /&gt;#71  I'm not going to bargain with God.  Never again.  He holds us to our promises to the last syllable of recorded time.  Better to just talk things over.&lt;br /&gt;#74  I'm not going to avoid mentioning the dead.  Grief is not assuaged by oblivion; wounds are not exacerbated by remembrance.  Our immortality may be only in vigorous memories; our healing surely is.&lt;br /&gt;#80  I'm not going to override the afternoon window of sleepability.  I am a vision of feline sensuality, stretching languorously on a sun-warmed chaise.  I am not a middle-aged woman taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Today, right now, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8694311997719491465?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8694311997719491465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8694311997719491465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8694311997719491465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8694311997719491465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-that-im-over-50.html' title='Now That I&apos;m Over 50'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6615252197727833792</id><published>2010-05-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:18:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I was blessed to have attended the funeral for&lt;br /&gt;little Wyatt Thomas Yuan.  The eulogy spoken by his parents was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;That they had the strength and presence of both mind and body to do so, was utterly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;As I was hugging my good-byes to Brittany she asked me how long it would be until it felt better.  I told her that after 20 plus years I still occasionally have a hard day.  That what she would find after time is that the bad days would be further and further apart.  That she would have longer stretches of good days with happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;Brit and Ili seem to be more grounded than I was when I lost Jimmy.  But I also remember putting up a strong front to those other than my very closest family.  I felt like I was swimming through sludge, and I remember just wanting to sleep.  And then while sleeping, I'd dream of him in my arms and awaken just to lose him all over again.  It helped the most to talk about Jimmy - to know that others kept him alive in their thoughts as well.  And I had to learn to be tolerant of others who, in misguided sincerity, and with only the best intentions, said things like "you'll have another child" as if my Jimmy could be replaced - or "this was for the best" when to me, with the wound in my heart still so fresh, nothing about it felt like "the best". &lt;br /&gt;If I could give Brit and Ili any words of comfort,&lt;br /&gt;it would be that for me, twenty-four years later, Jimmy is still with me.  He is never far from my thoughts, and many times over the years I've felt his spirit like a physical blanket wrapped around me.  I speak of him often and I always include him when I'm asked about my children.  I'm grateful for the understanding I've gained because of my loss, and I count every moment till I can see my son again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6615252197727833792?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6615252197727833792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6615252197727833792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6615252197727833792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6615252197727833792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-with-me.html' title='Still With Me'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2431058393748824702</id><published>2010-05-06T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:09:49.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Brittany and Ili</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;God's Lent Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll lend you a child for a little while&lt;br /&gt;A child of mine," God said&lt;br /&gt;"For you to love the while he lives&lt;br /&gt;And mourn for when he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;It may be six or seven years&lt;br /&gt;Or twenty-two, or three&lt;br /&gt;But will you, till I call him home,&lt;br /&gt;Take care of him for Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise he will stay,&lt;br /&gt;Since all from earth return&lt;br /&gt;But there are lessons taught below&lt;br /&gt;I want this child to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I've looked the whole world over&lt;br /&gt;In my search for parents true&lt;br /&gt;And from the paths that crowd life's lanes&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll bring his charms to gladden you,&lt;br /&gt;And should his stay be brief&lt;br /&gt;You'll have his loving memory&lt;br /&gt;As a solace for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, will you give him all your love,&lt;br /&gt;Not think the effort vain,&lt;br /&gt;Nor hate me when I come to take&lt;br /&gt;This lent child back again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancied that I heard them say&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.&lt;br /&gt;For all the happiness we'll know&lt;br /&gt;The risk of grief we'll run.&lt;br /&gt;We'll shelter him with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And love him while we may,&lt;br /&gt;And for the happiness we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Forever grateful stay.&lt;br /&gt;And should the angels call for him&lt;br /&gt;Much sooner than we planned&lt;br /&gt;We'll brave the bitter grief that comes&lt;br /&gt;And try to understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;color:#ffd2ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken for you and the difficult time you face right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you - Saucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2431058393748824702?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2431058393748824702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2431058393748824702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2431058393748824702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2431058393748824702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-brittany-and-ily.html' title='For Brittany and Ili'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-592677090864941796</id><published>2010-04-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:55:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are two sides to every story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/"&gt;There are two sides to every story...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-592677090864941796?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thetwilightsaga.com' title='There are two sides to every story...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/592677090864941796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=592677090864941796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/592677090864941796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/592677090864941796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-two-sides-to-every-story.html' title='There are two sides to every story...'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8013257151903323810</id><published>2010-03-30T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:47:36.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Goin' To Graceland, Graceland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhzMYzvuI/AAAAAAAAATk/gp22UORKsnQ/s1600/0327002145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday I had to go to Reedley to meet with my friends about some Charlie Brown costumes.  They were working at the theatre that night and invited me to have dinner and see the show.  An Elvis Impersonator show.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I like Elvis as much as the next guy, but going to this kind of show has never been my kind of thing.  I accepted because it was the most convenient way for our meeting to happen.  I never anticipated actually enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;The impersonator was a great entertainer.  He never acted like he wanted you to think he was the real Elvis.  He told some trivia about Elvis, and even talked about the year the post office put out the Elvis stamp (to date, the most purchased stamp in history) and how quite a few people mailed letters with the stamp to fictitious addresses just so they'd be marked "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Return To Sender&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" and sent back.  This guy has performed all over America, but he is actually from Reedley, so he had some funny local stories as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He sang well - The costume was fantastic - And the crowd was fun to watch - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Needless  to say, I had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhzMYzvuI/AAAAAAAAATk/gp22UORKsnQ/s1600/0327002145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhzMYzvuI/AAAAAAAAATk/gp22UORKsnQ/s400/0327002145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454599999569772258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His costumes are made by a company that has the original patterns used by Elvis, and the jumpsuits weigh between 20 - 40 lbs. when you factor in the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhohEdxlI/AAAAAAAAATU/e4M5AaM9Y5s/s1600/0327002142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhohEdxlI/AAAAAAAAATU/e4M5AaM9Y5s/s400/0327002142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454599816143029842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I had to get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8013257151903323810?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8013257151903323810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8013257151903323810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8013257151903323810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8013257151903323810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-goin-to-graceland-graceland.html' title='I&apos;m Goin&apos; To Graceland, Graceland...'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S7KhzMYzvuI/AAAAAAAAATk/gp22UORKsnQ/s72-c/0327002145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8169362634980613453</id><published>2010-03-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:40:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bjHYgtZ5I/AAAAAAAAASo/v1OBEpR3W74/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfV4fbQ9I/AAAAAAAAASg/V10cAPuu080/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;You Know It's Spring When...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is blogging about flowers and blossoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         After much rain, and no attention to my yard for the last 6 - 8 weeks I am ecstatic that I am finally able to spend time outside.  Yardwork is very cathartic for me.  And last summer I had everything the way I wanted it.  Then came the Hell-puppy.  I know I will survive this time, and more importantly, my yard will survive, but... I've had to work out a system of keeping Spanky (puppy's name) away from my plants.&lt;br /&gt;       Another indicator of Spring is that the local SuperMarket starts putting plants out for sale.  Plants don't do well in the florescent lights of a grocery store, so after they start looking bad everything goes on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;Just look what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfV4fbQ9I/AAAAAAAAASg/V10cAPuu080/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfV4fbQ9I/AAAAAAAAASg/V10cAPuu080/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451289966013006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what this flower is - please someone, tell me so I can look up the care of it.&lt;br /&gt;It was on clearance for  $1.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfNd5oD1I/AAAAAAAAASY/EqUO_mk7TdI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfNd5oD1I/AAAAAAAAASY/EqUO_mk7TdI/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451289821436186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this corner of my flower bed. It is right in front of my door.  Don gave me the Margaret Hudson piece over 25 years ago - It was supposed to be Me, Michele and Jimmy - and I've always loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfAgll00I/AAAAAAAAASI/9_tnk7oHFKs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6beyMl64GI/AAAAAAAAASA/aNXZ-g4L9Iw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6beyMl64GI/AAAAAAAAASA/aNXZ-g4L9Iw/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451289352933662818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year Michele gave me a bunch of Lily plants and I threw them in this pot and forgot about them.  I actually got a flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6beI0uvS6I/AAAAAAAAARw/uAS-k9XDdDA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6beI0uvS6I/AAAAAAAAARw/uAS-k9XDdDA/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451288642153565090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bd7YHASgI/AAAAAAAAARo/EW47Jl1xJG4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bd7YHASgI/AAAAAAAAARo/EW47Jl1xJG4/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451288411132414466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bjHYgtZ5I/AAAAAAAAASo/v1OBEpR3W74/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bjHYgtZ5I/AAAAAAAAASo/v1OBEpR3W74/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451294114956797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These bromeliads were on sale at the grocery store also.  Only $8.00 a piece! If you look at the first two pictures of these you can see the new growth on the top.  I'm very excited about these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bdjGYX8MI/AAAAAAAAARg/6utJxrYTA4s/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bdjGYX8MI/AAAAAAAAARg/6utJxrYTA4s/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451287994056569026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;come from the grocery store.  My friend Andrea has a very large Japanese Maple that produces many seedlings every year.  She gave me one last year that was doing very well, that is until Spanky decided to chew on it.  So she gave me these two, plus 4 other smaller seedlings that I'll guard very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8169362634980613453?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8169362634980613453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8169362634980613453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8169362634980613453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8169362634980613453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring Is In The Air'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S6bfV4fbQ9I/AAAAAAAAASg/V10cAPuu080/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7112785613561606386</id><published>2010-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:59:29.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures for This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's already March 15.  I've been very preoccupied at school with the autistic boy that I'm 1:1 with.  Let's call him X. &lt;br /&gt;A typical day in an autism classroom exposes one to yelling, grabbing, and the occasional kick or punch.  It can get worse.  These last couple of weeks X has been in rare form (the family is going through some stressful stuff.)  I've been subjected to spitting, hair pulling, pinching, kicking, and punching.  After several extremely brutal days, during which time two pairs of my glasses were broken, I'd finally reached my limit and told the teacher I needed to be away from X, and she readily provided me with another student to sit with.  I sat down with E ( an autistic girl) who decided to windmill her arms in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;Well... after taking care of my bloody nose I had to stop and really think about continuing - not just the day, but the job!  The thing about autism is that bad behavior is rarely pre-meditated, nor is it very long lasting.  In fact, even after X displays behavior I would never tolerate from one of my own children, and says he hates me and wants me to leave, he'll calm down, re-group, and come to me, wanting to hold my hand and have me play with him, or help him do work.  The brain is a funny thing.  I thank God every day that my children, and now my grandchildren don't have to deal with this kind of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in my job.  I won't get rich there, but I do feel needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7112785613561606386?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7112785613561606386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7112785613561606386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7112785613561606386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7112785613561606386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-pictures-for-this.html' title='No Pictures for This'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3436985737992411500</id><published>2010-02-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:33:20.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the latest batch of costumes for Reedley have been finished. Three women's costumes (to be worn by men) and one duplicate costume for a woman. This is the "Dale Evan's"-ish costume I told you about in an earlier post. I've built other dresses for this same guy as the character of "Fanny Feastyoureyes". This is the latest play in the series "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blossoms Up&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S4HAmJfAyPI/AAAAAAAAARY/GqSohbTbcO4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S4HAmJfAyPI/AAAAAAAAARY/GqSohbTbcO4/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440841586453825778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a small bit of the closing number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be4e1c43b0897ba0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe4e1c43b0897ba0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DE02988483CC32389094E368FFF259E5B94FEB.43D410CDBA77259AF49D2E9D3CB55BF56245BC99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe4e1c43b0897ba0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dngf0rUTd84HcKQoB3Lk7Edh2MZY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe4e1c43b0897ba0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DE02988483CC32389094E368FFF259E5B94FEB.43D410CDBA77259AF49D2E9D3CB55BF56245BC99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe4e1c43b0897ba0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dngf0rUTd84HcKQoB3Lk7Edh2MZY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3436985737992411500?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3436985737992411500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3436985737992411500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3436985737992411500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3436985737992411500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-costumes.html' title='Funny Costumes'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S4HAmJfAyPI/AAAAAAAAARY/GqSohbTbcO4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8719534221905589139</id><published>2010-02-11T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:19:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Sc2GQ5rpI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rj6NvfQbSHc/s1600-h/1031081954a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Sc2GQ5rpI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rj6NvfQbSHc/s400/1031081954a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437143103351402130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything I ever knew about how to be crazy, when to eat spam, how to rub backs, and why you should never "ooze out", I learned from my father.&lt;br /&gt;He would have been 83 tomorrow, February 12th, and as much as I rolled my eyes, laughed with my brothers and sisters, and spread the tales of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. from Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;, he helped make me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;Hau'oli lā hānau Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8719534221905589139?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8719534221905589139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8719534221905589139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8719534221905589139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8719534221905589139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Sc2GQ5rpI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rj6NvfQbSHc/s72-c/1031081954a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-448827137905106497</id><published>2010-02-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:32:14.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Izt_hHL9I/AAAAAAAAARA/rCbxp96RjlE/s1600-h/10-07-09aa_PM_9819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Izt_hHL9I/AAAAAAAAARA/rCbxp96RjlE/s400/10-07-09aa_PM_9819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436464565427056594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is me with BareNaked Ladies.  I was a runner at the fair this year so I got to drive them all over.  They stayed at the Sheraton right around the corner from my house so I was able to give them some good suggestions on things to do while they waited for the show.  It turns out that the highlight of their stay was a trip through Manchester Center.  They even wrote a song about it that they sung at the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From October through May my schedule does double time because that is the time of year I do the majority of theatre/production work - The Big Fresno Fair, Fresno Grand Opera, River City Players in Reedley - in addition to my 9-5 job. I didn't take any pictures at the fair (although I did get this picture of myself with The BareNaked Ladies from the fair photographer.) And now that I have my own camera - thanks again kids for the best X-Mas present - I was able to get some fun shots of the last opera. I'm currently building a Dale Evans-ish costume for Reedley to fit a very large man. It'll be pretty funny so I'll have to post that picture when I finish. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy these shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IzToHoEII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6DosybbMyO0/s1600-h/jan+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IzToHoEII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6DosybbMyO0/s400/jan+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436464112469545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a men's chorus with only a few female supers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Iy9YD5biI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kninNfQkHzs/s1600-h/jan+2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Iy9YD5biI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kninNfQkHzs/s400/jan+2010+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436463730201816610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rigoletto (with a deformity on his head instead of the classical hump on his back) and Gilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyymOguKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4yzpoBTSIZA/s1600-h/jan+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyymOguKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4yzpoBTSIZA/s400/jan+2010+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436463545025869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the Wig/Make Up artist, James Geier with Gilda again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyqtIfC8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/79xEXoaBlOg/s1600-h/jan+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyqtIfC8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/79xEXoaBlOg/s400/jan+2010+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436463409440689090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tenor (also the villian)  Raul Melo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyUlPv8YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GZGHqFz8Jn8/s1600-h/jan+2010+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3IyUlPv8YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GZGHqFz8Jn8/s400/jan+2010+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436463029366550914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture didn't do the man or the costume justice.  He looked so good I had to get a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Bocelli performed in Fresno in December.  We were one of only 8 shows he gave in the United States this year, and it was the third time I've worked back stage on one of his shows.  I've never had my picture taken with him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-448827137905106497?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/448827137905106497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=448827137905106497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/448827137905106497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/448827137905106497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/S3Izt_hHL9I/AAAAAAAAARA/rCbxp96RjlE/s72-c/10-07-09aa_PM_9819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6666693625979257023</id><published>2010-02-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:01:49.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XLIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay New Orleans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6666693625979257023?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6666693625979257023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6666693625979257023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6666693625979257023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6666693625979257023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/xliv.html' title='XLIV'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1531113790395367467</id><published>2010-02-07T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:12:12.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it seems the Blog Gods have been against me.  Twice I've tried to post, but when it came time to add pictures everything was deleted.  I'm sewing up a storm today to try to finish some costumes for Reedley, and I've got the Super Bowl on in the background.  I'll try to post again with pictures in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                         Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1531113790395367467?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1531113790395367467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1531113790395367467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1531113790395367467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1531113790395367467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-post.html' title='New Year - New Post'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8251075312576423049</id><published>2009-09-26T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:29:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I helped a friend hang a new door today (one of his dogs are a bit too enthusiastic about getting in and out).  It's been pretty warm today, and more than half of the job required being outside on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;shaded steps.  Other than getting hot and sticky, not to mention getting a fair share of sawdust and drywall dust on me, I was feeling alright.  In fact, in the past few weeks, when everyone at school has been coming down with one bug or another, I've remained healthy. &lt;br /&gt;I've also been a bit smug about it. &lt;br /&gt;So it serves me right that on the drive home - looking forward to a well deserved shower - my throat started feeling scratchy.  By the time I stepped into said shower my neck felt achy and my throat was burning. So it's hot tea with honey and lemon, and early to bed for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8251075312576423049?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8251075312576423049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8251075312576423049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8251075312576423049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8251075312576423049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-not-sick.html' title='I am NOT sick'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-5920736088752244637</id><published>2009-09-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:55:17.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins</title><content type='html'>Or, so it began...&lt;br /&gt;birthdays, birthdays, birthdays!  Except for Desi, who is our summer baby, fall is the start of the birthday season.  Alex, Nick, Michele, and LoRen - not to mention Nick C., and all of my grandbabies.  That, plus all of the holidays make this the most wonderful time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Nick for birthday suggestions since sending things to Virginia will take a bit of planning ahead, and he came up with a single request.  No i-pods, or snow boards, or flashy stuff.  He just asked that anyone who wants to know what to send to tell them that he'd like help toward his ticket home for Christmas break.  He'll be able to spend a couple of weeks at home before the next semester starts.  I know how much he loves it in Virginia, so I'm thrilled that he's still eager to visit.     So, for anyone who's interested, and would like  to extend a green birthday wish to Nick, you can contact me or his Dad, and we can get you his address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy happy to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-5920736088752244637?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5920736088752244637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=5920736088752244637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5920736088752244637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5920736088752244637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-4559158231530855823</id><published>2009-08-28T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:20:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SphlcEjdDfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Nkd3yO3-3GI/s1600-h/0828091137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SphlcEjdDfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Nkd3yO3-3GI/s400/0828091137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375157688199876082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick sent me a picture of his half of his dorm room (sorry it's so small-Nick took it with his phone and sent it in a text).   It looks similar to his room at home with the essentials of bed,although he hasn't slept in a bunk bed in forever, and desk.  He's already asked for a few things to be sent in a care package.  I'm sure he'll find something he likes to adorn the walls (He gave his Mars Volta poster away before he moved).&lt;br /&gt;OK Nick, hurry up and start your own blog so everyone can keep up with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-4559158231530855823?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4559158231530855823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=4559158231530855823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4559158231530855823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4559158231530855823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-boy.html' title='College Boy'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SphlcEjdDfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Nkd3yO3-3GI/s72-c/0828091137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6064797031600420219</id><published>2009-08-26T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:26:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Monday we had a big family dinner so everyone could have a chance to say goodbye to Nick.  Almost everyone was there, and those who couldn't make it had real life emergencies to attend to, but still sent their love and support.&lt;br /&gt;We barbecued, and proved that Michele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; host a party of 50 at her home.&lt;br /&gt;For me personally, it was a great night.  I got to visit some Freemans that I truly love, and haven't seen in many years.  It was so heartwarming to feel the love and support of everyone as we all expressed our pride in Nick.  I want to thank everyone who showed up, and for those who so generously "donated" to Nick's college fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening we went to Michele's again (it may have been that all our extra chairs were at her house... we really weren't trying to wear her out) and had home made tacos - just the immediate family - so we could have one last dinner together before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYv2OjdDOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G0DxGLU4vsY/s1600-h/0821091907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYv2OjdDOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G0DxGLU4vsY/s400/0821091907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374535813979507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic (above) is from last Friday at Frank's house for Pizza Night - I thought I'd put a before and after of Nick's hair for you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYwD5cfjMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WJDev14KQBQ/s1600-h/0825091937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYwD5cfjMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WJDev14KQBQ/s400/0825091937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374536048831335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYwhLn1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zTUEVXlwDpY/s1600-h/0825091940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYwhLn1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zTUEVXlwDpY/s400/0825091940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374536551926949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these aren't a lot of pictures - I don't seem to be the photog that Michele is, so my advise is to tell you to look forward to Michele's blog about both of these nights and you'll get a much better variety (not to mention higher quality) of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more of this story please read the post below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6064797031600420219?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6064797031600420219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6064797031600420219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6064797031600420219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6064797031600420219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-supper.html' title='The Last Supper'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYv2OjdDOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G0DxGLU4vsY/s72-c/0821091907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8093883722101169508</id><published>2009-08-26T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:22:57.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Flown the Coop (literally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sequel to "The Last Supper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(see last blog)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Don, Desi, and I drove Nick to San Jose Int'l. Airport.  It was the last thing we could do for him before he left for college - the last time we'll give any kind of hands on parenting (from here on out it'll just be advise if he asks) - and the last time he'll feel like our little boy.  On the flip side of that... It's a whole world of "firsts" for Nick.  First airplane trip - first time living on his own - first real away (far away) time from home - first time (in several years) that he's had such short hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYodGUPMrI/AAAAAAAAANo/H35p5Ppln5s/s1600-h/0825091721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYodGUPMrI/AAAAAAAAANo/H35p5Ppln5s/s400/0825091721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374527685690077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meant to get a step by step picture book of this monumental hair cut, but these pics should give you the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYot4VwOAI/AAAAAAAAANw/LNestxV2-aI/s1600-h/0825091736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYot4VwOAI/AAAAAAAAANw/LNestxV2-aI/s400/0825091736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374527973996115970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I took this shot I realized that you can't really see how much hair there was on the floor.  Seriously, you could have made a small animal out of what was swept away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Michele's blog "I heart U" and felt kind of jealous.  Aaron may not give her all the info she wants, but he's here to ask.  And still willing to tell her - at least the things he remembers :).  I look forward to hearing all about school and what Virginia is like. I'm excited to have more adult conversations with him.  I know he'll make friends quickly and easily, and I hope he doesn't get too homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYpKcvECMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ru509KOcCbk/s1600-h/0826091705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYpKcvECMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ru509KOcCbk/s400/0826091705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374528464802285762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of airport security we could only see him to the security gate.  There wasn't even an observation area to watch arrivals and departures.  So we got in our last hugs and watched him till he passed out of site into the terminal.  Then we kind of waited, teary eyed, till we knew he was boarding the plane (we texted back and forth till then).  We finally went back to the car for the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new mantra is "three and a half more months, just three and a half more months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be home for Christmas vacation before we know it - and I am serious about my "travel" fund, but I won't be able to do that before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;So, I love you Nicky, and I miss you.  I know you'll do great! Can't wait to see you in three and a half months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8093883722101169508?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8093883722101169508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8093883722101169508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8093883722101169508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8093883722101169508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-flown-coop-literally.html' title='He&apos;s Flown the Coop (literally)'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpYodGUPMrI/AAAAAAAAANo/H35p5Ppln5s/s72-c/0825091721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2880474930816585513</id><published>2009-08-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:05:40.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpF2ICqOl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/R5uE5nC6FdU/s1600-h/beautiful+campus+svu.ashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpF2ICqOl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/R5uE5nC6FdU/s400/beautiful+campus+svu.ashx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205710954731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the campus of Southern Virginia University that will be Nick's home in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you kind of envy him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2880474930816585513?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2880474930816585513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2880474930816585513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2880474930816585513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2880474930816585513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/nicks-new-home.html' title='Nick&apos;s New Home'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SpF2ICqOl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/R5uE5nC6FdU/s72-c/beautiful+campus+svu.ashx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-9194893928425677300</id><published>2009-08-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:31:46.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was 8 years old and my oldest brother went away to the University of San Diego.  He seemed like a grown man - he was all of 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8kk6lDZHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kBzqIvHDdlA/s1600-h/lovemona1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8kk6lDZHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kBzqIvHDdlA/s400/lovemona1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553097094849650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8kWD1qOSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4x5kkt_gdCE/s1600-h/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8kWD1qOSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4x5kkt_gdCE/s400/nick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552841882384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now my baby boy is going away to college.  To the University of Southern Virginia.  I am so exited for him, but I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lFH3G05I/AAAAAAAAANI/pCl4bTStUws/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lFH3G05I/AAAAAAAAANI/pCl4bTStUws/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553650416046994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually registered at FCC and started the semester when SVU contacted him with the offer of a fantastic scholarship.  Well, that's something you don't turn down... even if it's just for the leaving town experience (of course, I told him that messing around and having his GPA drop is absolutely not acceptable).&lt;br /&gt;I think he had a total of 10 days to decide if he definitely wanted to go. But, having his girlfriend attend another University that's located less than 10 miles from SVU might have factored in somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;So... he's really gonna be gone.  Knowing that his cell phone is on my plan will give me some perks -  like telling him if he doesn't call somewhat regularly that the phone will be turned off, and knowing I can call whenever and be sure to get him.  Still, I keep thinking back to my darling toddler who was such a huggy little boy.  I know he'll be fine as sure as I know I'll worry about him since he's my first baby to actually leave town.  I don't think I care for that part of it at all.  I guess I'll just have to start a "travel" fund at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lUiGj47I/AAAAAAAAANY/0721etUz7YM/s1600-h/0821091457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lUiGj47I/AAAAAAAAANY/0721etUz7YM/s400/0821091457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553915158225842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to snap a picture of Nick in his element - sitting at his desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lOiyuxFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KuiisfRQOi4/s1600-h/0821091500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8lOiyuxFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KuiisfRQOi4/s400/0821091500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553812264272978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;however, this is the more common view as you pass by the door to his room, and that's OK considering he wants to be a computer engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-9194893928425677300?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9194893928425677300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=9194893928425677300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9194893928425677300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9194893928425677300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/So8kk6lDZHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kBzqIvHDdlA/s72-c/lovemona1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-5546362179892758238</id><published>2009-08-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:26:17.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower? Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Not a hoodie person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Do you plan outfits? Whenever I possibly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red? A book (Webster's College Edition Dictionary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? I dream alot, but I can't remember most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today? Does the FedEx guy count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9. What are you craving right now? employment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. Do you floss? All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Cabbage soup diet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12. Are you emotional? I hate to admit it, but yes - very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? Yes (I think I might have a slight case of OCD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;15. Do you like your hair? Yes, I just got it cut today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;16. Do you like yourself? Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W.Bush? If he was paying - and to see how many grammatical errors he'd make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;18. What are you listening to right now? The fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;19. Were your parents strict? Mom yes. Dad no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;20. Would you go sky diving? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? Love it. Either with pepper and ketchup,or with pineapple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;22. Have you met a celebrity? Actually quite a few. My favorite is still Billy Gibbons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;23. Do you rent movies often? Not very often. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in right now? My shot glass collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;25. How many countries have you visited? Mexico and Canada (I really can't count stops I've made from cruise ships)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call? When I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;27. Ever been on a train? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;28. Brown or white eggs? My favorite are brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;29.Do you have a cell-phone? I've had a cell phone since 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you use chapstick? Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;31. Do you own a gun? I used to several years ago, but I sold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight? Mr. Monk and Sean Spencer (he he-I'll be watching the season premiers of Monk and Psych. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;34.Are you too forgiving? I forgive those I love easily, not so much others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;35. Ever been in love? Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;36. What are your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? Probably yard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs? yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;38. Last time you cried? I cry all the time!  Kelley gave me a hug for Baron today and I had to blink back the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;39. What was the last question you asked? "How is your pain today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;40. Favorite time of the year? Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos? No, but I've seen some really awesome tattoos, and I respect anyone who can put up with that much pain to make a personal statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;42. Are you sarcastic? Probably too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Not all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall? I'd like to be cool and say no, but sadly... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;45. Favorite color? Blue or green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;47. Is your hair curly? Don't I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought? A jazz CD for a friend for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;49. Do looks matter? Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater? If I loved them yes, but I fear it would always be hanging over our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;52 Do you like your life right now? For the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;53. Do you sleep with the T.V. on? I've fallen asleep in front of the TV, but I'd never do it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;54. Can you handle the truth? Always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;55. Do you have good vision? It gets a little worse every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Many people irritate me, I dislike several people, but I only really hate one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone? Everyday, I like to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;58. The last person you held hands with? Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing? Bra, panties and shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;60.What is your favorite animal? A Lyger (just kidding - my dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;61. Where was your profile picture taken? In the bathroom in front of a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;62. Can you hula hoop? Not in years and years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;63. Do you have a job? not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought? Beef ribs - to try a new cooking recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="post-author"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-5546362179892758238?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5546362179892758238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=5546362179892758238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5546362179892758238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/5546362179892758238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6390694964651194633</id><published>2009-07-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:01:56.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Gone</title><content type='html'>I didn't know if I was going to make this post.  If I could get through it without getting very sad again.  But this site is about all the things that mean the most to me, so I couldn't leave it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baron died last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;She was just shy of 14 years, and was my dog for almost 10 of those.  She was a hand-me-down from someone I didn't really know who just didn't have the time for her.  But from the first day it was like we had always been together.  Always by my side, following my directions - even waiting for an OK from me if someone else gave an order.  My kids used to say I liked her more than them, and I jokingly said it was because she obeyed me better than they did.  But all jokes aside, I loved her very much, and she listened, and understood, and comforted, and played, and just loved me back.  If the gate was left open she'd sniff around the block then come back and wait for me   She was always exuberant and puppy like, at least up till last year when she started acting her age.  I don't know how I was so lucky to have such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buried her back by the swing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for sending me such nice comforting notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6390694964651194633?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6390694964651194633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6390694964651194633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6390694964651194633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6390694964651194633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-gone.html' title='She&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8220199355672492972</id><published>2009-06-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:21:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've been waiting for almost a month (and harassing Michele the whole time) for pictures so I could put up a post about my surprise Birthday Party. &lt;br /&gt;See, Michele organized everyone to meet at Olive Garden, then nonchalantly called and asked if she could take me to dinner.  It was a completely unexpected happy surprise!  I got to visit with everyone, I got fantastic gifts, and, well Olive Garden is one of my favorite places to eat.  I was even more overwhelmed because it happened mid-week, and how often can everyone get together mid-week?  Anyway, because it was such a surprise I didn't even think about taking pictures.  Nick C. was the photog that night, and Michele said she'd send me the pictures for my blog.  I have to give her some slack because through all of this she's been finishing moving into the house - finishing up the school year for the kids (now all the way across town since the move) - and taking care of the million and one things a mom does.&lt;br /&gt;So just imagine...&lt;br /&gt;The entire back room at Olive Garden was ours.  We were just shy of 20 people (that's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of Robbins to have in one place).  There was good food, good company, and laughing - oh my goodness, so much laughing!  Since then we've gotten together for mini reunions, graduations, and next week is Marissa's birthday...  We've really kicked off the summer right!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8220199355672492972?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8220199355672492972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8220199355672492972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8220199355672492972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8220199355672492972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-pictures.html' title='No Pictures'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7919064783460624478</id><published>2009-05-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:38:35.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An E Ticket Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year I decided to take Disney up on their promotion of "come free on your birthday".  Since my birthday fell on a Monday I figured I'd go solo and just enjoy the day.  Fortunately for me, LoRen had a big desire to go to Disneyland, and was able to juggle her class on that day (she actually had the professor give her the final on a different day!).  So, in the dark early hours we got in the car and started on our way.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to be going to The Happiest Place On Earth" since I hadn't been in about 20 years.  Everything was different!  So different that after we got our tickets we turned the wrong way and accidentally entered California Adventures by mistake.  We got it straightened out and were shuttled over to the correct park, and the fun began.  Because it was a Monday the crowds were not overbearing at all.  And because we didn't have any little ones we got to indulge in total selfish behavior.  We hit all the fun rides - and there was almost no wait time.  I had never been on Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom, but it is now my favorite ride.  Anyway, the day was a blast, and thanks to LoRen we had multi-vitamins plus so we never got worn out.  I'm really thankful to Lowie for making the day better than it ever could have been if I'd gone by myself.  We were having so much fun that we didn't think to take a bunch of pictures, but here is proof that we did, in fact, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShrlNAXTAZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dBDpKhU90QE/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShrlNAXTAZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dBDpKhU90QE/s400/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339832319799918994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShrkHyDL66I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mAk3zr99ivo/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShrkHyDL66I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mAk3zr99ivo/s400/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339831130546498466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Shrj-UlY8fI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WwuqHZsWxT0/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Shrj-UlY8fI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WwuqHZsWxT0/s400/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830968018072050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7919064783460624478?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7919064783460624478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7919064783460624478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7919064783460624478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7919064783460624478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-ticket-day.html' title='An E Ticket Day'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShrlNAXTAZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dBDpKhU90QE/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1244438040096394768</id><published>2009-05-22T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:25:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Or, "He's Flown the Coop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went faster than I thought it would, but as soon as Peck mastered flying he just didn't want to stay in.  I decided to release him on Thursday morning, figuring that if he was having trouble I could help him out that afternoon.  And he did stay till I got home from work.  I whistled to him and he flew to the gate - chirped at me 3 or 4 times - then he flew off high over my head and over the neighbors house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShckZTUBzrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-qjHKqxQLo8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShckZTUBzrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-qjHKqxQLo8/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775900370620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled him up on as many worms as I could first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShcjmWYs4zI/AAAAAAAAALg/BxUzgO7arIk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShcjmWYs4zI/AAAAAAAAALg/BxUzgO7arIk/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775025022198578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShcjPUrZVBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3xbQBpnRMgs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShcjPUrZVBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3xbQBpnRMgs/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338774629426746386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad he's doing well and I hope he thrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1244438040096394768?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1244438040096394768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1244438040096394768&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1244438040096394768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1244438040096394768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/empty-nest-syndrome.html' title='Empty Nest Syndrome'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShckZTUBzrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-qjHKqxQLo8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1509855249711547262</id><published>2009-05-17T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:57:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case Of Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDaUESPAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/c3amJ6ova2k/s1600-h/0517092012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDaUESPAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/c3amJ6ova2k/s400/0517092012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337005596716499714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe how big Peck is?  As he grows quickly to maturity it's plain to see that he's not a Robin.  I really wanted him to be, for obvious name reasons, but I'm not sad.  I'm ecstatic that he's so healthy.  Mona thinks he may be a blackbird.  I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDaARcvKNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4eFVlufYnLk/s1600-h/0517092016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDaARcvKNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4eFVlufYnLk/s400/0517092016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337005256652826834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture is blurry, but I had to show everyone that his leg is healed, and he's actually perching on my thumb with both feet (the foot? talon? grasping my thumbnail was the injured leg).  This was the first time he did that, and I really breathed a sigh of relief at this milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDZ41jQ38I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZHsPpUqNLH0/s1600-h/0517092013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDZ41jQ38I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZHsPpUqNLH0/s400/0517092013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337005128904925122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed raising this baby - it's made me feel all Earth Mothery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1509855249711547262?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1509855249711547262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1509855249711547262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1509855249711547262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1509855249711547262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/case-of-mistaken-identity.html' title='A Case Of Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ShDaUESPAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/c3amJ6ova2k/s72-c/0517092012a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7870082935016691490</id><published>2009-05-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:38:59.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow So Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is amazing to me what 5 short days means in the life of a bird. In my internet studies I've learned that by 3 weeks old a baby robin is ready to face life it's own. Also, that in the wild robins can live to be 12 years old. It would be cool if Peck decides to hang around this area for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37ITXDskI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dxn-Ws6jwQY/s1600-h/0515091512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37ITXDskI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dxn-Ws6jwQY/s400/0515091512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336197253558415938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37DKselvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZAUAry5fCoI/s1600-h/0515091509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37DKselvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZAUAry5fCoI/s400/0515091509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336197165332993778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you can see, he's really getting big! He eats alot (I finally broke down and bought some night crawlers and meal worms), but fortunately they sleep - or are at least quiet - from dust till dawn, so I haven't had to miss any real sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37Nx4TmyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gjROH1U8ZMU/s1600-h/0515091512a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37Nx4TmyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gjROH1U8ZMU/s400/0515091512a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336197347650280226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg36-gbA3JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ugpa_mc0uow/s1600-h/0515091508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg36-gbA3JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ugpa_mc0uow/s400/0515091508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336197085265976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got Andrew, Desi's boyfriend, to hold Peck so you could get a perspective of how he's grown. Desi is kind of scared of Peck now that he's stronger, and I couldn't get her to hold him for the pic (well, she is the baby of the family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7870082935016691490?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7870082935016691490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7870082935016691490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7870082935016691490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7870082935016691490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-grow-so-fast.html' title='They Grow So Fast'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/Sg37ITXDskI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dxn-Ws6jwQY/s72-c/0515091512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6211782829697804320</id><published>2009-05-12T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:36:46.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that the birdie has a broken leg.  It's up high enough that I can't wrap it, so I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that the bones knit together and mend so that he'll be able to use that leg. I asked one of the students at school if he had any suggestions for a name and he said "Why don't you call him Peck?"  I think it fits perfectly.  So, he is now officially "Peck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6211782829697804320?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6211782829697804320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6211782829697804320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6211782829697804320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6211782829697804320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3884831673825201835</id><published>2009-05-11T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:50:11.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUGp53-xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3T5Tvj1YKrM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUGp53-xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3T5Tvj1YKrM/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334606231924898578" border="0" /&gt;This is how we found our baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alex first picked up the bird it was so exhausted it fell asleep and didn't move!  If we hadn't seen the rapid rise and fall of its breathing I would have thought it had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghVs67MJTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YQl11FqkA3g/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghVs67MJTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YQl11FqkA3g/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334607988840473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first attempt at feeding was a little messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUmt3aQkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kqKD8rG0DWU/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUmt3aQkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kqKD8rG0DWU/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334606782744117826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUath5YCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WaHCPBmFGvs/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUath5YCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WaHCPBmFGvs/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334606576495452194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUXFJ86iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hb7wadEF2RE/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUXFJ86iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hb7wadEF2RE/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334606514117995042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUSE2gULI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mG7-BJu8ieI/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUSE2gULI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mG7-BJu8ieI/s400/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334606428137083058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far so good...  The baby makes Gigi nervous, but baby birds grow quickly so she'll just have to wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3884831673825201835?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3884831673825201835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3884831673825201835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3884831673825201835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3884831673825201835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SghUGp53-xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3T5Tvj1YKrM/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6433972470022249560</id><published>2009-05-10T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:33:34.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST ROBIN OF SPRING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While walking down Cortland Alex came upon a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest.  It still has baby fuzz and is just starting to get some pin feathers.  No mama bird was around trying to protect it, and one of its legs was hurt.  So, Alex called me and I met her with a box full of nesting material.  The first hour the bird didn't want to open it's eyes and I was scared that it was going to die any minute.  But after resting from the trauma of the day it has eaten and pooped several times,and seems generally content.  From the look of the beak I think it's a baby Robin.  I went on line and read that veterinary offices feed baby robins moistened dog food.  As they get older you can add fruit to the diet, and if I really want to get into it I could dig up some worms and feed it that.  Alex took a picture, but left before downloading it for me to post.  I'll put that up (plus more if the bird thrives and actually lives to be released)  next post. &lt;br /&gt;When I was much younger I actually raised a baby pigeon from about the same age till it flew off to be with the wild birds.  The coolest thing after he was released was that a few times I would go outside to the front yard and look at the pigeons in the street (there were at least a hundred that lived in the tree across the street) and from the middle of the flock &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; pigeon would fly toward me and land on my outstretched hand.  His name was Dodo - cause he was so ugly - but I won't name this one till I'm confident it's going to survive.  So keep your fingers crossed and wish the both of us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6433972470022249560?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6433972470022249560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6433972470022249560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6433972470022249560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6433972470022249560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-robin-of-spring.html' title='THE FIRST ROBIN OF SPRING'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-379798793573141263</id><published>2009-05-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:31:34.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>The weekends are never long enough - So much work I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get the back yard mowed, but I did give the dogs a bath&lt;br /&gt;(it was exhausting work), and I used the dremel for the first time to shorten their nails (yay for me!) Baron loved the attention, and since she's deaf the sound didn't bother her.  GiGi was pretty skittish, but I think she'll get used to it as long as I keep it up on a regular basis.  Now to get ready for another week of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-379798793573141263?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/379798793573141263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=379798793573141263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/379798793573141263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/379798793573141263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1885878618575839078</id><published>2009-05-02T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:48:29.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick or Old (or just sick of being old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and Desi had been sick with a bad cold when they arrived two weeks ago, and as they were recovering I started feeling congested and achy.  Now the congestion's gone but I still don't feel up to par.  It has me wondering when was the last time I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; feel up to par.  I hate being sick, but I think this is more of an age issue.  Don't get me wrong, I really don't care how old I am (I'm approaching 50 fast enough), but somewhere along the way I've totally gotten out of shape.  OK, this is a serious issue I need to deal with.  Being out of shape is making me out of sorts with everyone.  Please be patient and supportive with me as I try to climb the ladder to better health.  I don't care if I live a long life and long as I feel good in the life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1885878618575839078?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1885878618575839078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1885878618575839078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1885878618575839078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1885878618575839078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-or-old-or-just-sick-of-being-old.html' title='Sick or Old (or just sick of being old)'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-4951826294570508805</id><published>2009-03-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:15:13.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Marianne, and her daughter Bethany (also my friend) asked me last fall if I would consider making a wedding dress for Bethany who was to be married at the end of February.  I was happy to oblige as my efforts would be a much better gift than I could ever have afforded at the time.&lt;br /&gt;The quest for patterns and fabric was on.  Bethany really wanted something that felt sort of 15th century and princess-y.  They went to San Francisco in search of ivory brocade and came home with a couple of yards of said brocade and several yards of ivory velvet.  The brocade (which was beautiful) was discontinued and the store only had a few yards, so they decided to use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; for the contrast, and velvet for the main dress.  To any of you who have sewn velvet before, well, you know how my heart sunk.  It has to be the hardest fabric to sew... it slips and walks and stretches... anyway, I didn't say a word to the bride because the purchase was made and it was what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I take on a big sewing project I remember how much I really enjoy sewing.  And for all the lost sleep over this dress, I would like to make it again with a different fabric.  All in all, the dress really suited the bride and the wedding was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad it's over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SbHlltKdfdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s2Qn0Iht_2A/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SbHlltKdfdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s2Qn0Iht_2A/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310277871587917266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was a Scottish wedding with all the men - including minister - in kilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SbHl6bmzlnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9xdqlyrL2Oc/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SbHl6bmzlnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9xdqlyrL2Oc/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310278227652220530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-4951826294570508805?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4951826294570508805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=4951826294570508805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4951826294570508805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4951826294570508805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/03/fairytale-wedding.html' title='Fairytale Wedding'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SbHlltKdfdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s2Qn0Iht_2A/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3689146999455963710</id><published>2009-02-23T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:54:35.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get A Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I finally have some steady employment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After taking some required tests, and filling out a ton of paperwork, Fresno Unified School District put me on the roll as a substitute aid for Special Ed.  I left the main office after the final go ahead (TB test was negative and fingerprints cleared) and within 10 minutes I got a call for a job through the end of the school year to sub in a class for autistic children - and the job started the next day!  It feels good to have a set routine to my day again.  And I'm already falling in love with some of the kids.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3689146999455963710?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3689146999455963710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3689146999455963710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3689146999455963710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3689146999455963710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-job.html' title='Get A Job!'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-693837731467482597</id><published>2009-02-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:19:43.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Sacramento on Feb. 29 to catch a flight to Miami. My friend Renee and I were going to meet up with 3 more members of the crew at 4:30am on the 30th. She had a son flying in to Sacto on the 29th (just coincidence) and so we decided to make it a full day visiting - the first part of the day with her family and the second half of the day with some of my family (Ryan and Alena very graciously put us up for the night and drove us to the airport at that ungodly hour).&lt;br /&gt;I had the best visit with Ryan and Alena!  It had been way too long since I'd seen them! And I'd never seen Brody other than pictures! The boys were so precious and loving - little Ryan is a ham (like father like son). We got to catch up on what everyone is doing and just hang out. I've really missed Ryan from the times we hung out before he moved away from Fresno. It was great to see how he and Alena work as a team with the boys. In fact I had such a good time that I forgot to get my camera out till after the boys were in bed. We all agreed that it won't be so long between visits this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8ckw0BdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BEij_i9MAnk/s1600-h/cruise+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8ckw0BdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BEij_i9MAnk/s400/cruise+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300486704342332690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VOdqY-gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F13OaMnR1_Y/s1600-h/cruise+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VOdqY-gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F13OaMnR1_Y/s400/cruise+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478624663140866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VTmOAf3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HYMURzKwnR4/s1600-h/cruise+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VTmOAf3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HYMURzKwnR4/s400/cruise+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478712859361138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane took off just before 6am and, after a day of flying with one layover in Houston, landed in Miami about 5:30pm eastern time. That was the last rest we had for the week.&lt;br /&gt;We were at the Miami port at 7am getting paperwork filed for security passes so we could load the equipment from the semi onto the ship. The load in went well until we discovered that the stage had no ramps or elevator access and we had to dismantle everything we could (the massive weight of lightboards, monitors, risers, etc.. is unbelievable) so we could walk things down the stairs through the theater and then hoist them up onto the stage. The rest of the set up went well and we only worked till about midnight, when the show ended. Everyone awoke with sore muscles the next day and that's pretty much how it stayed till we disembarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8X-Hxb1xI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Utt7Qo83ySY/s1600-h/cruise+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8X-Hxb1xI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Utt7Qo83ySY/s400/cruise+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481642444085010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XoESmJmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2P_RTcJxVHQ/s1600-h/cruise+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XoESmJmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2P_RTcJxVHQ/s400/cruise+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481263552308834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although nothing about this trip can be considered a vacation, I did get to go ashore for some of the ports of call - even if it was for just a bit (this is when I had my camera the most, so according to my pictures I was always away :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XZqz06gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IXQ7kqrnf3I/s1600-h/cruise+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XZqz06gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IXQ7kqrnf3I/s400/cruise+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481016194198018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Renee and I with our great boss Luis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XFw2gf9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rx_mrKh61Y4/s1600-h/cruise+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8XFw2gf9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rx_mrKh61Y4/s400/cruise+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480674218672082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8W-IXG2iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hehmijm4xPE/s1600-h/cruise+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8W-IXG2iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hehmijm4xPE/s400/cruise+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480543090465314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did meet a few men on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8W1QZq8sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KYaA_g-LY_c/s1600-h/cruise+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8W1QZq8sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KYaA_g-LY_c/s400/cruise+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480390629880514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WpsQuysI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4xL3Nbz66uc/s1600-h/cruise+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WpsQuysI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4xL3Nbz66uc/s400/cruise+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480191950146242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was pretty much camouflaged but I spotted him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WbW7JSKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rDII_Mwuu40/s1600-h/cruise+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WbW7JSKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rDII_Mwuu40/s400/cruise+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479945704294562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was taken so we could fool ourselves that we were on a relaxing cruise - haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WRoNdebI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SikFcUY7zzw/s1600-h/cruise+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WRoNdebI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SikFcUY7zzw/s400/cruise+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479778545826226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WDPEEnnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SM5Hhj5VLUE/s1600-h/cruise+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8WDPEEnnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SM5Hhj5VLUE/s400/cruise+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479531277393522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here was a quick stop to watch the Super Bowl that we had on in the production office.  My poor Cardinals came &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8V0H4BSKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-gt-8wvzRKU/s1600-h/cruise+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8V0H4BSKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-gt-8wvzRKU/s400/cruise+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479271649757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another date of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VpIS5NeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HBc2G9Pwo1Q/s1600-h/cruise+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VpIS5NeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HBc2G9Pwo1Q/s400/cruise+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479082783913442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cabin is the far right window in the thinner blue stripe - it was a great room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VfsEK-pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ztEXm0BGf4/s1600-h/cruise+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VfsEK-pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ztEXm0BGf4/s400/cruise+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478920587147922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing on deck at the port of Key West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VbS2V9SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mtJwDqPGAwU/s1600-h/cruise+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8VbS2V9SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mtJwDqPGAwU/s400/cruise+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478845098784034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture from my stateroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gGlMa1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qg19bA4M1TE/s1600-h/cruise+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gGlMa1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qg19bA4M1TE/s400/cruise+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300490583873868834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an addition of two other women who came with one of the organizers of these cruises. Paula and Carole. Unlike other add on crew members of the past, they quickly understood that this was all work and not play. They fit in really well and it was great to have a few more women on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gtE78jGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6FYdg4jB-EM/s1600-h/cruise+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gtE78jGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6FYdg4jB-EM/s400/cruise+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491245229739106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of our ship from shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gkIj10mI/AAAAAAAAAII/5E9aLtx9xko/s1600-h/cruise+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8gkIj10mI/AAAAAAAAAII/5E9aLtx9xko/s400/cruise+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491091583554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of me on the "floating gift shop"  Royal Caribbean's private island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8hYBz46gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eqTJFAqw59M/s1600-h/cruise+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8hYBz46gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eqTJFAqw59M/s400/cruise+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300491983125015042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, people in Miami go through the tapatio very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to be home in my own bed...After grocery shopping my first stop is at the massage station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-693837731467482597?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/693837731467482597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=693837731467482597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/693837731467482597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/693837731467482597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SY8ckw0BdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BEij_i9MAnk/s72-c/cruise+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-644994168145013687</id><published>2009-01-23T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:37:00.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve Sweater and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-sweater-and-skirt.html"&gt;New Years Eve Sweater and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would look absolutely adorable on Charlotte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-644994168145013687?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-sweater-and-skirt.html' title='New Years Eve Sweater and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/644994168145013687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=644994168145013687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/644994168145013687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/644994168145013687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-sweater-and-skirt.html' title='New Years Eve Sweater and Skirt GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-189312377871825027</id><published>2008-12-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:52:13.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas was wonderful... for everyone but Alex :(    She spent the better part of her day in the emergency room because, despite the antibiotics and the apparently ineffectual pain meds, she was continuing to get worse (the diagnosis was tonsillitis) and spent late X-Mas eve and early X-Mas day vomiting.  Strep and Mono were ruled out, which is good as far as contaigen goes, but bad because it means she just has to wait it out.  The doctor - a much better doc than the first one she went to - gave her better antibiotics and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; better pain pills.  For the first time in days she's not on the verge of tears.  My poor baby.  After picking up the Rx we got home about 5:30 this evening and just laid around.  I'm hoping that she'll feel great by New Years and will get to go out for a really good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-189312377871825027?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/189312377871825027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=189312377871825027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/189312377871825027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/189312377871825027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2138361683702754518</id><published>2008-12-20T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:33:37.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Birthday to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Lo's birthday today (she turned 21 on Wed, but had a final that night so we couldn't get together til today).  Since the demise of my good camera/phone I'm not so quick to take pictures, but hopefully Michele, Ali, or LoRen will post some that they took of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when everyone is over to the house.  The girls usually migrate to my bedroom to talk - Elsie hangs out at the table and holds court over the snacks - and I usually end up giving in to Aaron and Charlotte's request for another chapter in the ongoing adventures of Timmy, Jake, and Oscar.  Of course, today we also sang to LoRen and watched her open presents and reminisced about what a ham she was as a toddler; singing, dancing, posing for the camera...   I have to pull out the videos of the kids when they were little and have them playing next time I have a get together (LoRen is sure to be in every frame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the countdown is on for Elsie's birthday, and then we're done with '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2138361683702754518?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2138361683702754518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2138361683702754518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2138361683702754518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2138361683702754518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-birthday-to-go.html' title='One More Birthday to Go'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7731248007622662333</id><published>2008-12-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:00:53.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Addition to the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SUspugFsKmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DiUaNOXHUNk/s1600-h/1210080832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SUspugFsKmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DiUaNOXHUNk/s400/1210080832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360866886560354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SUspk0t7fWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBuDolv7-Xo/s1600-h/1207082138a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SUspk0t7fWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KBuDolv7-Xo/s400/1207082138a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360700625354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have been to my house know my baby Baroness (Baron for short).  She's about to turn 13 which is really old for large dogs.  It's been on my mind that even though she's in relatively good health I haven't got many years left with her, and I don't want to go through the process of getting a new dog when I've lost a dog.  Anyway, a few weeks ago LoRen went on a quest to look for dogs on Craig's List of all places, and found exactly the kind of dog I was looking for.  I got home to find her and Gigi waiting for me.  I told her it was the best Christmas present ever.  Just having another dog around has really perked Baron up, and the icing on the cake is that Gigi chases squirrels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7731248007622662333?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7731248007622662333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7731248007622662333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7731248007622662333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7731248007622662333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/12/addition-to-family.html' title='An Addition to the Family'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SUspugFsKmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DiUaNOXHUNk/s72-c/1210080832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-7813373434361606726</id><published>2008-12-09T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:17:14.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ST43Gr5FhoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZkyonAhVdHQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ST43Gr5FhoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZkyonAhVdHQ/s400/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716401325704834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just finished building several costumes for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.  &lt;/span&gt;This is the kind of show I love sewing for because there is so much color and creativity.  And it was the first time I actually got to put my new sewing room to the test.  As the pin cushion got put to use I realized that this particular pin cushion has been in service for about 30 years.  It started life at the costume shop and came with me after that.  The picture is fuzzy, but you can kind of see that the sawdust is falling out and the "skin" is so threadbare that I'm not sure how much longer it will last.  It has so much history with me, Mom, and all my sisters that I can't bare to get rid of it.  I did take several minutes to squeeze and prod 9 needles from the center that had been pulled in.  How many of those needles were last used by Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, my next project is building a wedding dress for a friend who is getting married in February.  Not as creative as show stuff since she has a specific pattern, but I'm looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-7813373434361606726?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7813373434361606726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=7813373434361606726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7813373434361606726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/7813373434361606726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/12/lots-of-sewing.html' title='Lots of Sewing'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/ST43Gr5FhoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZkyonAhVdHQ/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1739146362536706957</id><published>2008-11-05T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:58:02.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brighter Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SRH6j5CIKuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vMe4IKaAZ1g/s1600-h/1105081131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SRH6j5CIKuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vMe4IKaAZ1g/s400/1105081131a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264933884930786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The air seems to be charged with a special kind of electricity.  I feel like I played an important part of history, and our country is a better place because of it.  I have always been very moved by my country - have always felt very patriotic.  It could be that my Mom imprinted upon me the importance of government and pride in the United States.  I actually remember going to Roeding Park to see Kennedy when he was on the campaign trail in the early '60's.  I took Michele out of school to go see Clinton speak the first time he came to the valley, and we were lucky enough to have him visit the Elementary school the kids attended a few years later.  While I am a Democrat in heart and by party I have always looked at all candidates equally, and have voted Republican when I felt that was the better choice.  But I feel exceptionally thrilled that Barack Obama has been elected.  Not only for the promising change that this country will benefit from, but because of how far we, as a nation, have come as we made our choice of president from options that weren't thought possible not so many years ago.  I am so proud to be part of this country.&lt;br /&gt;Yay for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1739146362536706957?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1739146362536706957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1739146362536706957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1739146362536706957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1739146362536706957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/11/brighter-future.html' title='A Brighter Future'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SRH6j5CIKuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vMe4IKaAZ1g/s72-c/1105081131a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-844080423491338130</id><published>2008-11-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:51:25.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wireless again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SQ0DzTdOBDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OkyJ57v7sNQ/s1600-h/1031081953a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SQ0DzTdOBDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OkyJ57v7sNQ/s400/1031081953a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263867719397016626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after looking all over, waiting patiently, and retracing my steps about a million times I finally convinced myself that the phone is gone for good.  I went to Verizon and got a new phone which only came out to about $40 because I was due for an upgrade.  In my excitement  to get more pictures (all of the pictures in the phone are gone baby gone) I took a few around the house so I'd have something to put with this post.  I was pretty disappointed with the lack of clarity in the shot until I realized I hadn't taken the plastic off of the phone yet. Michele, stop laughing! The next round of pictures should be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halloween was a blast... I spent the majority of the day watching GH (not General Hospital), and that included the 7 hour live broadcast of Ghost Hunters.  It ended at 2am and I went on line to see what was posted on their website since they had a simultaneous live feed going during the show.  Long story short, I didn't get to bed til 4am.  I was up by 9am and don't feel too bad.  Aaron's second to last soccer game was today so that got me out of the house, and then I kidnapped LoRen from work and we had sushi.  I'm still feeling pretty good, but I may go to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a big shout to my best friend Dez (the one Desi is named for)  Happy Birthday!  Hope Channy won her soccer game!  We'll get together soon to celebrate - promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-844080423491338130?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/844080423491338130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=844080423491338130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/844080423491338130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/844080423491338130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-wireless-again.html' title='I&apos;m wireless again'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SQ0DzTdOBDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OkyJ57v7sNQ/s72-c/1031081953a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6978695910308041622</id><published>2008-10-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:20:38.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Boy these last two weeks have flown by!  Opera has come and gone (La Boheme), and I'm just catching up on my housework.  The bad news... I've lost my phone.  Normally not a big deal, it's a big tragedy to me because there were a lot of pictures on the phone I didn't have a chance to download to my computer.  So that makes me kinda sad.  Halloween is here already, and Aaron, Charlotte and Elsie helped me decorate a little the other day.  This is my favorite holiday and I can't wait to dress up, hand out candy, and enjoy the nights festivities (for me this includes watching a live show of Ghost Hunters).  Yesterday I went with Michele and the kids to the pumpkin patch and we got a lot of good pictures - Michele can now update the pictures on her blog.  I promise to start collecting pictures again to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a sidenote to Nick C's comment about Lila's nose - it's actually a Robbins nose, even though you've only seen it on the Freeman kids... yes, it's one of the strong features they got from me.  She certainly can't deny my as her Grama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6978695910308041622?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6978695910308041622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6978695910308041622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6978695910308041622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6978695910308041622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-these-last-two-weeks-have-flown-by.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-9213559253272477743</id><published>2008-10-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:40:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllNkjHzRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wr5hFhuFnFA/s1600-h/1017081421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllNkjHzRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wr5hFhuFnFA/s400/1017081421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345323755457810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila Jaylene Cabiness - arrived October 17, 12:15pm - weighing in at 6 lbs 14 oz - just shy of 21"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele says this is the best delivery for her.  For me, it was the longest birth of any of her children to date.  I've been with Michele for the last four days waiting on the baby.  Tuesday night through Wednesday noon at the hospital with false labor.  Thursday hanging out and going on a long walk.  And today, Friday, starting at 5am with the call that "this is the real thing".   It has all been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllhpN6KTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AXnBUdl4pic/s1600-h/1017081726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllhpN6KTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AXnBUdl4pic/s400/1017081726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345668606044466" border="0" /&gt;Lights, Camera, Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, we couldn't get enough pictures.  Michele and Lila looked so fantastic (Michele looked like she hadn't even given birth - the brat)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllay2QrcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zk-k6NODpaQ/s1600-h/1017081725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllay2QrcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zk-k6NODpaQ/s400/1017081725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258345550932127170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron finally held Lila, though he was unwilling to do so for a while.  He was scared that if he wasn't at home on the couch holding her he would drop her.  Charlotte was all for holding her and walking around with her, so we had to curb her a bit, but the funniest was Elsie, who was actually scared of Lila.  She didn't want to touch her, kiss her, or even be on the bed while Michele held the baby.  She kept lunging for me and hiding behind my legs.  She finally warmed up when she decided that Lila wasn't a big bug that was going to get her.  There are a lot more cute pictures, but you'll have to wait for Michele to post them on her blog when she's up to it. &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm biased, but this is the cutest family ever! (No disrespect to any of my nieces, nephews, or friends - I love you too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-9213559253272477743?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/9213559253272477743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=9213559253272477743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9213559253272477743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/9213559253272477743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/newest-angel.html' title='Newest Angel'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SPllNkjHzRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wr5hFhuFnFA/s72-c/1017081421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-4228084803277722100</id><published>2008-10-16T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:07:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama/Grama</title><content type='html'>Well, to catch up... my last day at the fair was Sunday, Oct. 12, however I went Monday late afternoon on the last day to pick up my check.  The check wasn't ready so I just stayed and helped with the show (Great White, and Brett Michaels).  After the bands left I helped pack up supplies and load everthing back into storage.  What should have been my day off actually ended at 1:15am on Tuesday Morning.  I had to meet with the associate director of the Opera that morning re: picking up equipment for the orchestra, which we did from 8am till noon.  Then from 1pm till 9:30p I watched that rehearsal.  *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sidenote - I may not always like the operas, but the orchestral arrangement was beautiful   &lt;/span&gt;About that time I got a call from Michele saying that she had been having contractions about every 5 minutes and if it kept up for an hour she was going to the hospital.  So I told her to call me if she was admitted and I'd be right there.  The call came at midnight!  When I got to the hospital everything was progressing, but slowly.  We sent Nick home to sleep and take the other children to school in the morning.  Needless to say, Michele and I both had fitfull nights.  I can't begin to tell you how absolutely horrible the chair they gave me to "sleep" in was, and Michele's bed had a bar going across the center of her back that kept her up all night.  By 8am she had dilated to 5 and was 80% efaced, however, at that point her contractions had all but stopped.  At 9am she was examined again and we learned, to our shock and dismay, that she had actually un-dilated!  Have you ever heard of that before?  We hadn't.  The doctor on call (her own doctor was on vacation starting that day) told us to go home and wait till the contractions came back and were 3-5 minutes apart. We were stunned, then mad, and then sad.  We were also extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, no baby yet.  It will happen soon enough and that will be great.  I can't wait to see my new granddaughter.  Keep checking back here and on Michele's blog to see the latest pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-4228084803277722100?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4228084803277722100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=4228084803277722100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4228084803277722100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4228084803277722100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamagrama.html' title='Mama/Grama'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3684354252887993569</id><published>2008-10-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:10:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooldown</title><content type='html'>The weather has finally plummeted!  The wind was so crazy last night that we had to weight everything down. Smokey Robinson played at the fair and although everyone was very nice and easy to work with it was extremely busy trying to keep everything from flying away.  I actually got a little more personal interaction with the group and even Smokey because I was working wardrobe as well as the usual backstage stuff, but that also meant that I didn't have a chance to take a picture :(   - I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to add a Smokey song to my playlist when I got home.  The man is older now, but like Earth Wind and Fire his voice is still strong and pure.  For those who are interested, the secret must be ginger tea.  They make it strong (EWF has a staff guy specifically to prepare it) but you can't argue with the results.  Another fun fact - chicken wings are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;in the dressing rooms for Smokey, his band and even the dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now for some bragging rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go back to the picture I posted of Chicago's drum set on the empty stage... look at the black back drop.  It's a huge curtain in two panels - each panel is about 40 feet wide by 20 feet long with an extension of 5 - 8 feet in length that is folded up with industrial strength velcro.  That's my claim to fame!  I made that for the fair two years ago, and it goes up for every show.  So many famous people have touched it (they enter through the curtains) so it's kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, that's enough for now. I have a day off and I plan on getting as much done as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3684354252887993569?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3684354252887993569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3684354252887993569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3684354252887993569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3684354252887993569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooldown.html' title='Cooldown'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8382299474001041793</id><published>2008-10-09T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:27:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SO49L15wglI/AAAAAAAAADw/myA3sJubELU/s1600-h/1006081424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SO49L15wglI/AAAAAAAAADw/myA3sJubELU/s400/1006081424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255205088845136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fair is coming to a close in a few days.  Michele, Nick, and the kids came again last Monday.  We went to a "mermaid" show and then the kids went to Kid Town.  Elsie is definitely ready for some independance... having a little sister will be good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SO495L51dwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vKaJBLPda-8/s1600-h/1006081946b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SO495L51dwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vKaJBLPda-8/s400/1006081946b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255205867845154562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earth Wind and Fire played Monday Night and it was such a good show.  Tower of Power and Average White Band played last night... boy, this week has been a blast from the past with bands that were popular when I was in high school. I'll be happy for the rest when the fair closes, but I'm sure having fun now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8382299474001041793?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8382299474001041793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8382299474001041793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8382299474001041793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8382299474001041793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-more.html' title='Even More...'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SO49L15wglI/AAAAAAAAADw/myA3sJubELU/s72-c/1006081424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-6657657312948239522</id><published>2008-10-05T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:53:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun At The Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SOhvHIQqcaI/AAAAAAAAADo/2FrWxQBT9rQ/s1600-h/1004081220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SOhvHIQqcaI/AAAAAAAAADo/2FrWxQBT9rQ/s400/1004081220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253571133594825122" border="0" /&gt;As Promised...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's entertainment at the Paul Paul Theatre started off with the Doodlebops.  This group has a TV show that is aimed at 0 - 6 year olds and I guess they've been touring for 3 years.  The stop in Fresno marked their last live show ever!  They literally were throwing away everything they could at the end of the show.  I was so glad that Michele, Nick, and the kids were able to come see them.  Everyone seemed to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SOhuqe7midI/AAAAAAAAADY/XnxICaavuvc/s1600-h/1004081548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SOhuqe7midI/AAAAAAAAADY/XnxICaavuvc/s400/1004081548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253570641464297938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture of an old fashioned fire truck.  So many fun things come to the fair.  You can't see it but there is a beautiful dalmation sitting up with the firemen.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy working at the fair.  It is so much fun meeting people from all over.  And there is a huge diversity of acts that appear at the fair, so I feel like my mind is always being broadened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-6657657312948239522?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6657657312948239522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=6657657312948239522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6657657312948239522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/6657657312948239522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fun-at-fair.html' title='More Fun At The Fair'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SOhvHIQqcaI/AAAAAAAAADo/2FrWxQBT9rQ/s72-c/1004081220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1061226499323030753</id><published>2008-10-01T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:20:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnvseKKJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KOYSVEPEPvA/s1600-h/1001081613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnvseKKJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KOYSVEPEPvA/s400/1001081613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252437134510008466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnpum37fI/AAAAAAAAADI/mz_JWSFCjas/s1600-h/1001081655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnpum37fI/AAAAAAAAADI/mz_JWSFCjas/s400/1001081655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252437032004218354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnjYFNPTI/AAAAAAAAADA/qt_3G6SW94o/s1600-h/1001082003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnjYFNPTI/AAAAAAAAADA/qt_3G6SW94o/s400/1001082003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436922878213426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORndsF_qTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/C9mQX2Gz_gY/s1600-h/1001082004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORndsF_qTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/C9mQX2Gz_gY/s400/1001082004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436825171011890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long time since I've entered a blog.  I wish I could say it's 'cause I've been so busy, but the truth is I've had nothing to blog about.  Last week I got back into cutting mats and framing some things - like an embroidery that a friend did, a watercolor of Mom, and my kindergarten diploma.  I'm also working on a shadowbox of a guitar signed by Pat Benitar.  But the really fun thing is that the fair started this week and so I'm back at work with Luis.  The fair opened with Chicago!  A favorite band of mine (from the prime of my youth).  The pictures of the band are fuzzy because my phone camera can only focus so much on moving people.  The pic of the stage before the show is nice and clear - and see the giant corn dogs in front of the Fresno Fair sign? Anyway, the show was great!  The next concert I work will be the Doodlebops (if I didn't have grandkids I wouldn't know who they were).  I'll keep you updated as the bands come and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1061226499323030753?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1061226499323030753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1061226499323030753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1061226499323030753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1061226499323030753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SORnvseKKJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KOYSVEPEPvA/s72-c/1001081613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1677528182740462365</id><published>2008-09-14T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:03:09.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SM3OXVJkMwI/AAAAAAAAACw/M6HJ2ybGkPM/s1600-h/Great+friends+in+High+School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SM3OXVJkMwI/AAAAAAAAACw/M6HJ2ybGkPM/s400/Great+friends+in+High+School.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076041166074626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SM3OADEh3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/bMWvo9Cz8oA/s1600-h/Me,+Robin,+Eileen,+and+Carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SM3OADEh3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/bMWvo9Cz8oA/s400/Me,+Robin,+Eileen,+and+Carrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075641176120658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the first pics of the big reunion.  The top photo is of the people I spent the most time with in High School, and then there's me with some other girlfriends.  I had so much fun!  A good portion of people who attended were people I have known since I was 5 years old.  Remarkably, no one in our class has passed away.  I don't think we'll be able to say that at the next go around, so I really want to start keeping in touch with as many friends as possible.  A booklet was handed out with everyone's current contact info and I plan on using it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda beat ofter this weekend, so I'm leaving this entry short, but I'll be back soon with more pictures and a better commentary on what happened (the "date" was very fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1677528182740462365?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1677528182740462365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1677528182740462365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1677528182740462365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1677528182740462365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SM3OXVJkMwI/AAAAAAAAACw/M6HJ2ybGkPM/s72-c/Great+friends+in+High+School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3513131543990856902</id><published>2008-09-07T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:24:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to the Blazer</title><content type='html'>Actually, there is a possible reprieve.  The flywheel has been on its last legs (or teeth you might say) for a couple of weeks.  Then a few days ago I had to drive to Reedley for a costume fitting.  When it came time to leave I just couldn't get the engine to turn over.  My great friends, Mark and Denise Norwood had it towed to their mechanic and are having it repaired for me.  Of course I'm indebted to them for life now, but I couldn't have better people to be indebted to.  Meanwhile, I was looking at a '97 Thunderbird that had a really clean body, but so far we can't get it started.  So started looking at an Isuzu Rodeo.  Keep your fingers crossed, because I need all the luck I can get in the auto department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3513131543990856902?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3513131543990856902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3513131543990856902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3513131543990856902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3513131543990856902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-to-blazer.html' title='Death to the Blazer'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2858980782787720871</id><published>2008-08-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:37:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLffJXLr7DI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAlf0O7XdL0/s1600-h/0809081703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLffJXLr7DI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAlf0O7XdL0/s400/0809081703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239902043403709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLffBhcnQOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/171T5jq2E8Q/s1600-h/0809081753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLffBhcnQOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/171T5jq2E8Q/s400/0809081753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239901908720107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLfe37E30qI/AAAAAAAAACI/L5NMbmGV3dk/s1600-h/0809081704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLfe37E30qI/AAAAAAAAACI/L5NMbmGV3dk/s400/0809081704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239901743801160354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, not Gregory House, sorry Tree, but a band house show.  A couple of weeks ago some of Desiree's friends (older friends) had a show at the house.  Four or five bands showed up and played during the afternoon.  This was just days after the back neighbors cut down the shade trees, so the kids got pretty warm.  They seemed to have a good time and found what shade they could.  I stayed inside, but kept watch through the window.  A couple of the bands were pretty good, but I know how old I am because some of it just sounded like noise... really loud, irritating noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2858980782787720871?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2858980782787720871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2858980782787720871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2858980782787720871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2858980782787720871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-show.html' title='House Show'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SLffJXLr7DI/AAAAAAAAACY/KAlf0O7XdL0/s72-c/0809081703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-4588461849060762979</id><published>2008-08-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:16:25.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back into Shape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Week two, day five of the diet!  Well, I have to say that once I started and got through the worst part (the first four days) I'm really not having a hard time sticking to my plan.  Clothes are fitting better, but because I don't have a scale I don't know how much I've lost.  I've been doing some exercising at home, and I still walk on the weekend with my girlfriends, but last night Alex called and the exercise started in earnest.  It was late and Ali wanted to go for a walk to Fresno High and do the stairs.  I really didn't feel like it... but since it was on my list to get back to walking I went.  So wish me luck because I really have to do this.  Not just for the reunion, but for me.  I'm really too old to play around with my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-4588461849060762979?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4588461849060762979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=4588461849060762979&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4588461849060762979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4588461849060762979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-back-into-shape.html' title='Getting Back into Shape'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8556782273199293512</id><published>2008-08-21T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:46:37.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_r0mKW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/p19ofwwD8VU/s1600-h/0728082114a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the best dream the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jimmy passed away (can you believe it's been over 22 years?) I often had dreams that he was still alive at the hospital and I had to go get him and sneak him out because they wouldn't let me keep him.  The dreams were bitter sweet because even though in my dreams I was with Jimmy again, I always woke up without him.  Similarly, when Mom passed I  dreamt of seeing her, talking to her on the phone, at convention events... and while waking didn't bring the same heartache, I still felt a little lonely.  Anyway, it's been a long time since I've had a dream about Mom, and longer still by far since I've had a Jimmy dream.  However, the other night I had the kind of dream that was free of sadness or any sense of loss.  The time frame was right now, but Mom was still very much alive, and in fact we lived together.  Jimmy was also alive - but still 3 years old - and had been living for years at an institution that taught children with disabilities how to mainstream.  I hadn't seen him in years (a condition of the school) and decided to go and get him, take him by force if I had to, so he could come home and be with me.  So, Mom was my support who stayed home and got things ready, and either Alex or Desi came with me to confront the people at the school.  I was worried that Jimmy wouldn't know me, or maybe he'd be indifferent to who I was because it had been so long, but as soon as I walked on the grounds Jimmy saw me from across the play yard and just started running to me with a huge smile on his face.  He jumped right into my arms and we both were so happy.  The school had no choice but to let him leave with me, and I was able to tell Mom we were on our way before I woke up.  The big difference was that I awoke with a sense of happiness for being with loved ones instead of saddness for losing them again.  It was a great morning.  I don't want to jinx it by hoping for another like it soon, but if and when I do have another dream like that I know it will signal another good day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_r0mKW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/p19ofwwD8VU/s1600-h/0728082114a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_r0mKW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/p19ofwwD8VU/s400/0728082114a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237123070019918738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_mNG60WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SGLmzkXJOZU/s1600-h/0728082122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_mNG60WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SGLmzkXJOZU/s400/0728082122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237122973520548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these objects are favorites of mine.  The antique Curious George and my gaurdian Gargoyle.  I guess this shows a huge spectrum of my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8556782273199293512?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8556782273199293512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8556782273199293512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8556782273199293512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8556782273199293512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-dream.html' title='A Wonderful Dream'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SK3_r0mKW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/p19ofwwD8VU/s72-c/0728082114a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-488116815115500972</id><published>2008-08-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:35:42.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pac Man Rules!</title><content type='html'>If you scroll down a bit you'll see that I added a pac man game to this site.  With this reunion coming up I must be feeling nostalgic.  Anyway, pac man use to be my favorite video game way back when - you know, during the time when the only way to play was by going to an arcade. I'm not very good anymore, but I use to hold my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-488116815115500972?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/488116815115500972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=488116815115500972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/488116815115500972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/488116815115500972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/pac-man-rules.html' title='Pac Man Rules!'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-3402042293834567419</id><published>2008-08-11T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:57:31.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions with Teenagers</title><content type='html'>Michele's 20 questions answered by Aaron and Charlotte made me laugh so hard. But it got me thinking about how well my kids know me. These were answered by Alex and Nick (Des is in Disneyland) you'll see the answers are sometimes more informed, and sometimes sarcastic - and I also asked them at separate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something I always say to you?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Did you make this mess?&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Books&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Weird Sci Fi things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Everything, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Nick: When Baron digs holes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: How do I make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: When you talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was I like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I didn't know you.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: You were a weird child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old am I?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: 42 (loving her)&lt;br /&gt;Nick: 49 (hating him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall am I?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;Nick: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's my favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yard work.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Read Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do I do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Poop&lt;br /&gt;Nick: The dishes-ha ha, just kidding, I know you don't do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;(where does the sarcasm come from?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If I become famous what would it be from?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Some kind of costume thing.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: A weird YouTube video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What am I really good at?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Making food... sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Sewing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What am I not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Being patient.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Getting rid of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is my favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: You don't have a favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: That you got out of that nasty old house.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: There's something I just can't think of it. (said after a looooong pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I was a cartoon character who would I be?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Like Grammy Goose or something.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Sponge Bob Square Pants, Sponge Bob is the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and I do together?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Go shopping the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Buy clothes behind Desi's back (there's a whole story connected to this answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and I the same?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: We laugh at the same jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: We both exaggerate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and I different?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You are very stubborn, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I don't like Baron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Because you rub my back.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Because you feed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-3402042293834567419?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3402042293834567419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=3402042293834567419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3402042293834567419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/3402042293834567419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/20-questions-with-teenagers-first-10.html' title='20 Questions with Teenagers'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2331115329182687574</id><published>2008-08-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:32:54.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aaron, Charlotte, and Elsie (and Moe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-2331115329182687574?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2331115329182687574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2331115329182687574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2331115329182687574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2331115329182687574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-aaron-charlotte-and-elsie.html' title='For Aaron, Charlotte, and Elsie (and Moe)'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8395452682622098031</id><published>2008-08-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:53:11.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, WE ALL GET OLDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SKA12jg6ovI/AAAAAAAAABw/D7qVDRv_gjQ/s1600-h/0728081657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SKA12jg6ovI/AAAAAAAAABw/D7qVDRv_gjQ/s400/0728081657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241978367025906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great phone call last night from an old boyfriend I had in High School.  Our 30 year class reunion is next month and he tracked me down through my best friend (who happens to be on the committee)  We talked for a while and caught up on family and commiserated on how we've all slowed down, gained weight, etc... I had to admit that I must have aged more than everyone else because while just about everyone in our class has married and had kids - his boys are 14 and 8 - I'm a grandmother 3 1/2 times over.  My grandson turns 6 in a few months!  But you know I wouldn't change this for anything.  So here's my obligatory "picture of me taken with my cell phone"  Yeah, I know, all my pictures are taken with my cell phone.  Moe, I was able to take this with out having to put my glasses on, so at least there's that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8395452682622098031?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8395452682622098031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8395452682622098031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8395452682622098031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8395452682622098031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-we-all-get-older.html' title='YES, WE ALL GET OLDER'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SKA12jg6ovI/AAAAAAAAABw/D7qVDRv_gjQ/s72-c/0728081657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-4949745229399641389</id><published>2008-08-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:50.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Few Things I Like In My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCtVr2V7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WaTvDomFK4U/s1600-h/0728082123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCtVr2V7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WaTvDomFK4U/s400/0728082123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230441363920017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is my kitchen with a close up of the back counter.  That's right, 1970's orange counter, and it was just asking for Curious George to help with the cooking.  It's actually growing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCP2zPi7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/M7QVKH_JPpE/s1600-h/0728082114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCP2zPi7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/M7QVKH_JPpE/s400/0728082114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230440857413323698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, you can't really get the feel of the bedroom from this shot, but I think this is the best bedroom I've ever had.  Maybe when the window dressings are in place I'll try to get a better shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCknY0RYI/AAAAAAAAABg/r8mdXfrn8rg/s1600-h/0728082126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCknY0RYI/AAAAAAAAABg/r8mdXfrn8rg/s400/0728082126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230441214053205378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, just a small angle of the room... this is Mom's curio cabinet that I get to put my stuff in.  If you look closely you'll see by boyfriend, Hugh Laurie, on TV in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love the wood paneling? (When they built this - 1973 - they didn't miss any fashion design crazes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCZ9spU9I/AAAAAAAAABY/kEZuXJyUYo0/s1600-h/0728082123a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCZ9spU9I/AAAAAAAAABY/kEZuXJyUYo0/s320/0728082123a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230441031063393234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-4949745229399641389?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4949745229399641389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=4949745229399641389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4949745229399641389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/4949745229399641389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-things-i-like-in-my-house.html' title='Just A Few Things I Like In My House'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJZCtVr2V7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WaTvDomFK4U/s72-c/0728082123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-8606737909306473482</id><published>2008-08-02T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:32:44.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all... OK, I mis-named Charlotte in the picture, but come on - 6 kids, 3 1/2 grandkids, I have to be doing better than grama Dexter did with us, right?&lt;br /&gt;On to other news.  I met the new, right behind me, neighbors this morning.  Except for taking my shade and removing all of the privacy they had from canal walkers, I really like them.  I don't think I'll be interacting with them much, but it's always nice to have a good relationship with someone you share a fence with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-8606737909306473482?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8606737909306473482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=8606737909306473482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8606737909306473482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/8606737909306473482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1449804595888882388</id><published>2008-08-02T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:51.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJTQy8ivSDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZhUZ662MNp4/s1600-h/Perfect+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJTQy8ivSDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZhUZ662MNp4/s320/Perfect+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230034640947857458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, Michele got me... I guess Aaron comes by&lt;br /&gt;funny picture faces naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1449804595888882388?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1449804595888882388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1449804595888882388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1449804595888882388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1449804595888882388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-michele-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJTQy8ivSDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZhUZ662MNp4/s72-c/Perfect+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-1080716721935818318</id><published>2008-08-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:11:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Well, I got moved in enough to have a party at the house and since Michele has been after me for about a month to start this blog I guess it's time.  I love this new house I'm in. I'll take more pictures of the inside and some of the outside and post them as soon as possible.  I'm sorry to say that the property directly behind me has sold and the new owners are completely denuding the land.  I've not only lost most of my morning shade, but a good bit of privacy.  I'll have to think on how to get some of both of those back.  I'll get back to you soon... I promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147615944766500004-1080716721935818318?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1080716721935818318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=1080716721935818318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1080716721935818318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/1080716721935818318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147615944766500004.post-2423677702166753821</id><published>2008-08-01T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:51.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First BBQ at The New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO18FLoqcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0JghOd2UAnQ/s1600-h/8-1-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229723636095035842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO18FLoqcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0JghOd2UAnQ/s320/8-1-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Desi's friends showed up to&lt;br /&gt;help celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO18jnZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P-D5adkwoG8/s1600-h/8-1-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229723644264571346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO18jnZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/P-D5adkwoG8/s320/8-1-08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how much Michele and Des look alike&lt;br /&gt;(except for the prego stomache)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0oyA1RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/laMHqm7C_wY/s1600-h/8-1-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229722205020308882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0oyA1RZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/laMHqm7C_wY/s320/8-1-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a good shot?&lt;br /&gt;The guacamole didn't last long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0pSkt6KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6YtM_3c1L2k/s1600-h/8-1-08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229722213760755874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0pSkt6KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6YtM_3c1L2k/s320/8-1-08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he dancing? Is he posing?&lt;br /&gt;Is he delivering a one liner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0pqTCMhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uwIVmJ6KNVw/s1600-h/8-1-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229722220129038866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0pqTCMhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uwIVmJ6KNVw/s320/8-1-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Des a voodoo doll for her birthday... I figured&lt;br /&gt;better the doll than me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0qnc4ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FgcmKzHB0EM/s1600-h/8-1-08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229722236544902226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO0qnc4ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FgcmKzHB0EM/s320/8-1-08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elsie trying to finish her missile pop before&lt;br /&gt;getting in the van to go home.  Mom and Dad didn't want&lt;br /&gt;to risk any sticky drips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4147615944766500004-2423677702166753821?l=ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2423677702166753821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147615944766500004&amp;postID=2423677702166753821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2423677702166753821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147615944766500004/posts/default/2423677702166753821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceciliarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-bbq-at-new-house.html' title='First BBQ at The New House'/><author><name>Grama Peechee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387632228311975495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SSXhtK3Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cnFDPQnrxOE/S220/0728081657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47DlOnIAZnA/SJO18FLoqcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0JghOd2UAnQ/s72-c/8-1-08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
