<?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-4670668136184599161</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:37:21.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Never So Simple~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4254877987189451995</id><published>2012-01-21T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:48:26.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once again I sit here in total silence. Everyone is still asleep. It's nice to have some quiet time alone. I don't get a lot of that, usually if the girls aren't bothering me the animals will. No snow here in Chester,VA but a lot of rain. That's ok I am happy with just rain. The snow is pretty but I am a summer girl.﻿ I can not wait for flip flop weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have met so many new people in the last two weeks. I started following more blogs. I have found in my old age I am enjoying reading for the first time. I'm not into novels or anything but I enjoy reading about real people and thier every day lives. I have followed some blogs for about 3 years now. I enjoy watching the children and grandchildren grow in post. I love how some have changed thier decorating style. I will be honest I love when everyone does tweaking around the house. My neighbors at my old house used to make fun of me for all the changes I would make. I was so happy when I started blogging and found out I wasn't the only one and it there ia a name for it! They had me thinking this wasn't normal. Well, I am happy to say I am normal after all. I don't change a lot of things in&amp;nbsp;this house. It has yet to feel like home. As you know we were only here six weeks&amp;nbsp;then my husband died.&amp;nbsp; Part of me is looking forward to the move. I need a new slate and begining. When I sit here I see Ray in his chair feet&amp;nbsp;propped on his ottoman&amp;nbsp;with his TV blaring now his chair sits empty and the TV is hardly on. I am hoping for a good tax refund this year. I want to buy new furniture. It will be hard to get rid of Ray's chair but it's time for something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to thank everyone who has sent me emails. Many of you have sent me your number and said if I ever need to talk. I think this is so sweet but I don't have a house phone. No one ever called us. My dad may call once a week but that was it. We will just use our cell phones. The bad thing about that is we share minutes. The girls mainly text so my dad will be calling my cell. Our lives have changed so much. No one calls no one stops by we see no one. we have guest maybe twice a year and that's when my dad comes to town. It's really kind of sad the girls and I are up against the world all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry that all my post seem so sad. I get on here and the words just flow. I hope I have some good things to share in the near future. Maybe even some pictures. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. Stay safe and warm and as always thanks for stopping by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4254877987189451995?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4254877987189451995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4254877987189451995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4254877987189451995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4254877987189451995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3103073506665418670</id><published>2012-01-16T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:23:51.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at my desk I am surrounded by silence. I hear absolutely nothing. The girls are still asleep as well as the cats and dog. I know it's just a matter of time before Eleni wakes up and turns on her stereo and calls me fifty times for no reason. Soon Jessica will be waking up and she will turn on the TV to watch while she eats before she leaves for work. Abby will soon be chasing the cats because after all that's what dogs do, but for now I will enjoy the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year started off a little shaky. I woke up New Year's Day with a migraine that lasted for 3 days. I finally went to the Dr a few prescriptions and a steroid shot later it began to ease up. If anyone out there suffers from migraines you know how bad they can be. Most of the time I have to just sleep them through. Then I woke up with another yesterday. I took some meds and a nap and woke up feeling better. Every since we moved in this house I have suffered migraines. I am wondering if it's from the oil heater furnace. It heats our hot water so it runs all year. I have a carbon monoxide detector but I wonder if the fumes are just enough to give me a headache but not harm me. When we first moved here we were told it was central air and heat and oil hot water. Ok no big deal. Well, what was not told to me is when it gets a certain temperature the oil heat kicks in. Last year it was so cold I was buying oil constantly. This year I am loving the warmer temps. I keep the heat on really low and we just use a lot of blankets. I just don't have the money to spend on oil like I had last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you remember me talking about how much I hated my job. Then things turned around when we got a new manager. He was a blessing in disguise. He really turned our department around and made it&amp;nbsp;a place you wanted to come. When Ray got sick my manager would call and check on us. He was more than a manger he had become my friend. Long story short they announced to us that he would be leaving the department to manage a new department. I can honestly say the whole department was sad. I wish him the best but hate to see him go. They announced who our new senior manager&amp;nbsp; which is another really nice man. I know he will do a good job but it just won't be the same. We all know I'm not&amp;nbsp;a fan of&amp;nbsp;change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained a few new followers and received a few emails. I'm looking forward to getting to know them better. I have been trying to follow more blogs because I love reading about every one's daily experiences whether it be in decorating or just everyday life. I have said it more times than I'm sure you want to hear I miss my old life. Someone once asked me how I was doing and I said you know your whole daily routine is thrown off. I get up in the mornings and get ready for work alone. I do not get a kiss goodbye or hear I love you. These are the things that can throw your whole routine off. This is all before I get to work so you can imagine how sad my evenings have become. Most nights I eat alone if the girls are out or working. I watch my favorite show The Young and the Restless and then I get on the computer for a bit. Go to bed and read a little and then to sleep. I only go out to buy groceries or if I need something for the house. I probably have&amp;nbsp; been out less than 10 times for fun since Ray died. I am just content at home. I am always afraid I will see people I haven't seen in awhile when I do I really try to go the other way. I just can't handle being asked so how are you doing. The truth is I die a little inside everyday but you would never know. I put on a fake smile for my girls and pretend things are ok. Sometimes it's easier to hide behind a lie than to tell the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it everyone is still asleep and all I hear is silence. Wow! I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed day. Thanks again for your kind words and for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3103073506665418670?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3103073506665418670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3103073506665418670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3103073506665418670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3103073506665418670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence.html' title='SILENCE'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5483443445120002316</id><published>2012-01-02T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:08:18.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone. I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays this year. They came and went so fast. It's true the older you get the faster time goes. I did make it until midnight. I did not watch the ball drop. We have not cut Ray's phone off yet so at midnight I called his phone just to hear his voice. I just needed to start my new year off with him in it. The girls made me a recording of his voice mail message for Christmas. It's time we cut the phone off but I will still have his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will come with a lot of changes. My youngest Eleni will be graduating in June. I know we will be moving around that time. Not sure what all the future holds or where we may end up but I know changes are coming. Everyone says June isn't far away and I need to start thinking what's my next move. To be honest it's just too far ahead for me. I'm still taking things one day at a time any more than that is too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 offered a lot of changes for me. My life seemed too cluttered with things. Once Ray died I started to give away things. I was a huge Boyd's Bear collector and now I have boxed them all away. Anyone looking for a special piece or interested they are free to a good home. I started giving away Longaberger baskets and pottery. I gave away pieces of furniture and pictures. If I didn't use it or want it I just gave it away. I held on to a few pieces of Ray's clothes because they reminded me of him or still smelled like him. I finally parted with those. It's the simple things I have come to cherish the most. I couldn't part with Ray's favorite base ball hat. It's worn and stained but when I see it it makes me smile. Over the years Ray has spoiled me at Christmas. He would buy me bears and baskets galore. Then later in years he started buying me jewelry. My favorite gift of all is the 2 little snowmen globe ornaments he gave me with our names on them. Something he probably bought at Michael's. They are so simple and personal I keep them out year round. I have a basket full of cards and ticket stubs from over the years. I didn't get rid of everything of Ray's. The girls took some things and I kept his sword and knife collection along with his jewelry and golf clubs. I still have our collection of golf balls from when we would go to different places. It's funny because I didn't invade Ray's personal space so to speak. When he died I had to go through his things. In his golf bag I found some old coins Ray had found while playing golf. The girls had given him a #1 Dad golf ball and I was told later by his friends he only used it for putting. He cherished that ball. Once again it's the simple things that mean the most. When it's my time to go I want Jessica and Eleni to want things that make them think of Ray and I, not a bunch of stuff that will end up in a good will or yard sale. Sometimes things are just that things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 my depression seemed to get better. I did away with so many meds. I felt like a zombie some days. I have learned to control my tears in public. Where as before they flowed if you just looked at me. I still see my Dr regularly and he says I've come a long way but I still have a little further to go. I just don't know I will ever be who I once was a part of me died when Ray died. I get up and try to make the best of everyday. Trust me some days it's a real chore but I have to. I hope 2012 will continue to bring me more days I can cope with and less tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read this thanks so much. Thanks for stopping by and for always leaving me encouraging messages. It's the theraphy that has helped the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5483443445120002316?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5483443445120002316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5483443445120002316' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5483443445120002316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5483443445120002316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5803718704592689875</id><published>2011-12-30T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:55:02.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>A sudden sadness came over me today as I took down the Christmas decorations. I had a very hard time with Christmas this year. I bet our tree wasn't cut on 10 times. This past week I have cut it on every night. Something about the tree brought me peace. Like sitting by my pool did in the summer months. Why must the things that bring us the most comfort and peace have to go away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has plans for New Year's even if it's to sit home and watch the ball drop. Staying at home doesn't bother me at all it's the loneliness that comes with it. I have struggled time and time again with losing Ray. I didn't just lose my husband and&amp;nbsp;friend I lost my title as a wife. I can always remember wanting to get married and have children. I loved being a wife. It's hard because when someone dies every thing&amp;nbsp;changes. You are now not a couple but single no longer a wife but a widow things will no longer be what they were. Once again my comfort and peace were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone this year will treasure every single day you have with loved one's. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow. Takes a lot of pictures and make a lot of memories. My memories are now all I have for peace and comfort. If you have gotten anything out of my blog this past year remember to say I love you when you can and I'm sorry when you need to! I never imagined my life like this and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Happy New Year everyone and thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5803718704592689875?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5803718704592689875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5803718704592689875' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5803718704592689875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5803718704592689875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-962865134645052124</id><published>2011-12-04T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:33:32.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As many of you know from my previous post that November 2nd would have been 25 years since Ray and I started dating. This past Friday the 2nd would have been our 23rd wedding anniversary. This was always my favorite time of year. Ray and I always spent time alone and did a little Christmas shopping for the girls. In the earlier years we would get a over night sitter but later in years we would go to Williamsburg for the weekend. I have so many wonderful memories of anniversaries past. I can't but help to feel really alone this time of year now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put our tree and decorations up a couple of weekends ago. It's just not the same for me. I loved to have my tree on and I could sit by it for hours just looking at it. This year I don't even cut it on. Jessica and Eleni turn it on by it's almost invisible to me this year. My heart is just not the same. I am trying to get past this but this year seems a little harder. I used to love Thanksgiving and Black Friday. I did do both this year for my girls. If it weren't for them I could probably sleep through all of this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a good note I have so enjoyed all of the pictures of every ones house decorated. I love all the prim ornaments and decor. My poor tree doesn't have a topper. I just can not find one I really like. They are too gaudy and just not prim enough. I still have time maybe I will run across something I like. At work we are having a contest for best decorated cubical. I decided to participate just for the heck of it. I'm doing a winter wonderland. We can not use lights because of fire issues. So I bought a lot of blue and silver garland and tons of snow flakes. You can get so much for so little at the dollar tree. I'll let you know how it turns out. I even bought a couple of blue frames. I'm going to put up a few older Christmas pictures of my girls and Ray and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess i better close for now. Thanks again for stopping by and always a big THANKS for your wonderful comments!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-962865134645052124?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/962865134645052124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=962865134645052124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/962865134645052124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/962865134645052124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/12/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4760370206545741835</id><published>2011-11-11T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:55:52.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ray. Today he would have been 43. I was looking forward to many more birthdays and holidays with him and my girls. Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and tell him about my day or the latest gossip I heard. I have to remind myself sometimes he's really gone. Seems so unfair he was so young. I know I seem to be dwelling on Ray a lot. This time of year was so special to us and I miss him being excited with me and shopping with me. Ray was great at surprising me with gifts. Every year he tried to give me a nice piece of jewelry or some little trinket with our names on it. I loved the jewelry don't get me wrong but those little gifts mean just as much to me. it's funny what we find special. I have a basket with littlet hings in it I saved over the years. Old movie stubs little notes saying Ray loves Donna. These little things mean more to me now than they ever did. I am thankful for all those little pieces of memories I kept. Just wondering&amp;nbsp;have you kept little things like this? I guess I am very sentimental because I did the same thing with my girls. I made Jessica a scrapbook with things from her school days. I had kept little things from every year. Now I have to finish Eleni's book. I hope one day they will be like me and &amp;nbsp;keep those little things since they both swear they will not follow in my country decor foot steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a few new blogs lately since some of the blogs I loved to follow quit blogging. I have even added a few new followers. I just hope I don't bore you too much. It's kind of funny I met a lot of the bloggers from the Country Sampler forum, then I followed their blogs, and now I follow many of them on Face Book. Time just keeps moving even when you wish it would slow down some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious has anyone started decorating for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4760370206545741835?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4760370206545741835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4760370206545741835' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4760370206545741835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4760370206545741835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2121556882351878248</id><published>2011-11-02T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:48:11.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 YEARS</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a stomach bug this morning so I called out. I was catching up on the blogs and realized I hadn't posted in almost a month. So today I thought I would write about something very special to me. Today Ray and I started dating 25 years ago. We were so young and carefree seems like ages ago. If I had known then what I know now I wouldn't have done anything differently except maybe take more pictures of us together. I work with a group of young women most single mom's. I admire them for making it but I also feel bad for them. They were saying yesterday how hard dating is now. They asked how did Ray and I made it all those years. I said it's like a job you have to work at it. You have to be willing to listen and forgive. They don't think they will ever have that. I said when the right one comes along you just know. I have faith that one day they will also find the love of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I find myself really missing Ray. What an amazing thing these days to be with someone all those years. It's funny the things I can remember now that I had forgot about over the years. Once Ray and I went and sat on a park bench that over looked the city. I rode by there thousands of times before and forgot all about it. Seems like my memories are so much more detailed. I do sleep a lot these days. Everyone says I am sleeping too much and I need to get out and do something. The best thing about sleeping is dreaming about Ray. I just close my eyes and it's like living my life all over again. That is until I have to wake up and realize that he's gone all over again. I can only say in all honestly I would do anything and give up everything for one more day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say one thing all my blog friends have stuck by me. You all always leave me a positive and kind comment. I don't hear from anyone anymore. Our phone never rings and no one ever comes by. This didn't used to bother me because I had Ray and the girls. They are my whole life. I just feel bad for the girls seems like everyone has moved on and forgot about them. It's hard being both mom and dad. I miss my old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2121556882351878248?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2121556882351878248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2121556882351878248' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2121556882351878248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2121556882351878248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-years.html' title='25 YEARS'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6585954734186402830</id><published>2011-10-08T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:25:10.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I sit here thinking I can't help but wonder what my life would be like if Ray had lived. After Ray died things went so fast things to do and plan. It all didn't really hit me until two weeks later when I went back to work. We have to go by the hospital where he died. It all hit me at that moment. The realization of what had really happened. Small story short this lead to a major break down. I was seeing a counselor and my family Dr one to two times a week. I can honestly say I was at the lowest place I had ever been in my life. Suicide seemed like an easy out. I wouldn't have to hurt anymore and I would be with Ray again. He was the love of my life and it all fell apart so fast. After months of&amp;nbsp;counseling&amp;nbsp;this finally turned into seeing a psychiatrist. Yesterday I had my two month visit. I have learned to hide my feelings. He seen right through me. He said I need to stop pretending and start trying to move on. One thing that I struggle with is the decision to take Ray off life support. Even though they said there was nothing more they could do I still help wondering what if. What if a miracle happened and he got better. What if I decided to quickly and didn't give him a chance to fight back. Just sitting here wondering today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time of year is really hard for me. Ray loved football and racing. It seems funny to see Fall coming and no football or racing on my TV all weekend. Ray and I met on Halloween 25 years ago and started dating 2 days later and had been together every since then. Veteran's day would be Ray's 43'rd birthday. December 2 our 23'rd wedding anniversary. Once again it just makes me sit here and wonder what if?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I am blessed to have had that kind of love but I tell you it hurts like Hell when it's gone. My love for Ray will never be gone but I really miss my husband and best friend. I miss my morning kiss good bye and hearing I Love You. I miss being a couple. I have had a really hard time going back to Church. I just can't understand why? Why my husband the father of my children why so young? I know you are not supposed to ask why and knowing may not be any better but once again just wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry my post is sad today. I just needed to vent out loud. If you read this thanks for being there for me especially these past 14 months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6585954734186402830?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6585954734186402830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6585954734186402830' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6585954734186402830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6585954734186402830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1387269826289953640</id><published>2011-09-25T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:10:05.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Decor and Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice three day weekend. I was off Friday for a Dr's appointment then Jessica and I went to a few of my favorite little shops. I didn't really buy anything. I bought some tarts and I bought this cute little mason jar candle holder. I love my little lamps. It's like a black hook that hangs over the side of the jar and inside I added a battery candle. Then I added some potpourri and a piece of homespun at the top. Then we hit all the local stores. We mostly did a lot of window shopping. Then Saturday I made a pot of chili and took a nap. I love naps. Then today I just laid around and did much of nothing. Back to work tomorrow. I must be honest I miss being a stay at home mom. I miss the freedom I had through the day when everyone was at school and work. I miss my old life. I like working but now it's different. I don't feel like I am work towards anything. I am still trying to deal with this new life I was given without a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of Fall decorations. Most have been things I have gathered over the years and a lot came from friends. I have been very blessed to meet the best people in the world through blogging. My only wish is that we all lived closer to one another. You have been there for me on some of my worst days with a thoughtful word. I hope to continue to blog more as my life changes and who knows what the future holds? Now for some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMCxBAfIrlY/Tn-81aBA7lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZGWionQ3X8I/s1600/Picture+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMCxBAfIrlY/Tn-81aBA7lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZGWionQ3X8I/s320/Picture+090.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Veod3O7uZI/Tn-86gIWiyI/AAAAAAAAAx4/juD-Nqgc3Ik/s1600/Picture+091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Veod3O7uZI/Tn-86gIWiyI/AAAAAAAAAx4/juD-Nqgc3Ik/s320/Picture+091.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_d-SfTsS0A4/Tn-8_htNSZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/LPu9lfD5J1Q/s1600/Picture+092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_d-SfTsS0A4/Tn-8_htNSZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/LPu9lfD5J1Q/s320/Picture+092.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Boyd's wagon full of pumkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AbudOz6ASM/Tn-9DEQ2wrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qqhagx3wX2c/s1600/Picture+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AbudOz6ASM/Tn-9DEQ2wrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/qqhagx3wX2c/s320/Picture+094.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little Halloween Tree I bought from Target for $2.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUjFcsx5vXk/Tn-9LIFReZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/f5giaa9ZJrU/s1600/Picture+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUjFcsx5vXk/Tn-9LIFReZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/f5giaa9ZJrU/s320/Picture+095.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This bowl is from Rachel and the pillow was made by Linda. Two very special ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8bDS9kmO94/Tn-9PbuHgGI/AAAAAAAAAyM/e1RiJ1nxR1Q/s1600/Picture+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8bDS9kmO94/Tn-9PbuHgGI/AAAAAAAAAyM/e1RiJ1nxR1Q/s320/Picture+096.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kP-Ya5BFc/Tn-9Sh0E7tI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/8O0EBQ7EH_Y/s1600/Picture+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1kP-Ya5BFc/Tn-9Sh0E7tI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/8O0EBQ7EH_Y/s320/Picture+097.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze6pWDZdq0E/Tn-9X0AJtpI/AAAAAAAAAyU/1m0yLWgGmak/s1600/Picture+098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze6pWDZdq0E/Tn-9X0AJtpI/AAAAAAAAAyU/1m0yLWgGmak/s320/Picture+098.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5TiQSglKIY/Tn-9bRwGdLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/lSMbsbN5oeY/s1600/Picture+099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5TiQSglKIY/Tn-9bRwGdLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/lSMbsbN5oeY/s320/Picture+099.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vlgD0kQgt4/Tn-9fHTsfqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/HrfqdYUEp5g/s1600/Picture+100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vlgD0kQgt4/Tn-9fHTsfqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/HrfqdYUEp5g/s320/Picture+100.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another pillow made by Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhoA9rPdF1I/Tn-9i2xXNnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/OLLTcfFhoO0/s1600/Picture+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhoA9rPdF1I/Tn-9i2xXNnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/OLLTcfFhoO0/s320/Picture+102.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CcIhnReARQ/Tn-9m9TqlEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SHYHkmpf8E4/s1600/Picture+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CcIhnReARQ/Tn-9m9TqlEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SHYHkmpf8E4/s320/Picture+103.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rachel also gace me this bowl and made the dough flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jClHDuiG8uI/Tn-9qrG0KwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CyqWVWMqjI0/s1600/Picture+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jClHDuiG8uI/Tn-9qrG0KwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CyqWVWMqjI0/s320/Picture+104.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiHCdaj9IWE/Tn-9uyWd1AI/AAAAAAAAAys/vux_OUi78gE/s1600/Picture+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiHCdaj9IWE/Tn-9uyWd1AI/AAAAAAAAAys/vux_OUi78gE/s320/Picture+105.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is an old windoe frame Ray found for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF0d_RQOGVQ/Tn-9ymhZPDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Kc7m9ICLEak/s1600/Picture+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF0d_RQOGVQ/Tn-9ymhZPDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Kc7m9ICLEak/s320/Picture+107.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BxBxcs4bRQ/Tn--Hu767OI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MoOiaEtqZvk/s1600/Picture+113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BxBxcs4bRQ/Tn--Hu767OI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MoOiaEtqZvk/s320/Picture+113.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhSt-3mmY74/Tn--Kr0xulI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4-1R4XtSlnA/s1600/Picture+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhSt-3mmY74/Tn--Kr0xulI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4-1R4XtSlnA/s320/Picture+114.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the living room and on the other side is my office aka my sitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfKKpeyZycA/Tn--OEsm9-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/W78-EwawCy8/s1600/Picture+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNfGv6xX_rA/Tn--wEzv5jI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jXNuQsI667o/s320/Picture+126.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BBhjdSNqp4/Tn--zdSbtAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kfdla9eoMo8/s1600/Picture+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BBhjdSNqp4/Tn--zdSbtAI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Kfdla9eoMo8/s320/Picture+127.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyqk5YlIORs/Tn--2pXKK3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/YD1gP4WBMjE/s1600/Picture+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyqk5YlIORs/Tn--2pXKK3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/YD1gP4WBMjE/s320/Picture+129.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There hangs Ray's hat as it would on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I went through a few rough days there with the year anniversary of Ray's death. Then we had an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;which I have to admit was a little scary. Then a few days later we were hit by Irene. She left a lasting impression. No power for eight days and two trees down. The neighbor's&amp;nbsp;tree split and it fell on our house&amp;nbsp;with just&amp;nbsp;few inches from Jessica's car.&amp;nbsp;I can happily say we made it through both unharmed and survived without a television. The girls and I actually sat down and played games together. It wasn't too awful bad until you had to take a shower. Nothing fun about a cold shower. Trying to sleep with the humming of generators was not very pleasant either. When the power came back on the games and flashlights were put away. Kind of sad in a way. It was like when I was kid before cable. Funny what we can really live without when we don't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I mentioned we had to deal with Ray being gone a year. I took a few days off to just sit home and cry if I wanted. I can not tell you or explain just how much I miss him. I am so lonely without him. We did everything together from going grocery shopping to going to craft shows. Ray liked a lot of the same things I liked. Now when it came to sports that was his thing. Mine was scrap booking.&amp;nbsp; So we had our time apart doing what we enjoyed but my time with him was my favorite. I think back to how we talked about all we could do once Eleni was out of school. We were considering moving back in the city to be closer to my job. We were going to take a trip last fall just the two of us. There were so many things we didn't get to do. I don't think ahead like that anymore I just go from day to day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last weekend Jessica gave her friend a baby shower with my help. Someone had to organize and prepare everything. It was very nice. I made her a tricycle out of diapers it turned out pretty cute. I was impressed. Hearing her talk about the baby made me kind of sad. I can remember being pregnant with Jessica and being so excited and scared at the same time. I just could not wait to see what kind of parents we would be and who our baby would look like. I was flooded with memories of Ray before he ever got sick. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realized Ray will not be here when the girls have children. He always wanted a son and we had joked a few times about trying again. We knew it just wasn't meant to be. We had hoped to one day have a grandson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have noticed I have a few new followers. Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog. It hasn't been a lot about decorating but hopefully one day I will get some pictures of my living room and office before I move. We are now on a month to month lease. I am looking for something cheaper but I am trying to stay in the same school district so Eleni doesn't have to change schools. This means slim pickings. I just want something smaller and cute. I always see little houses and just fall in love with them. Something with a cute little porch to decorate as the seasons change. I just want something I won't have to struggle with month to month to make it. My dad is helping me out until I move or Eleni graduates. It's still tight. I am constantly robbing Peter to pay Paul. I'm sure I'm not the only one out there. I don't things are getting better I worry we still have the worst to come. Well, I have talked enough. Thanks again to all who visit me new and old followers. Always remember blog friends are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-688686626508640024?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/688686626508640024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=688686626508640024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/688686626508640024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/688686626508640024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5510658028175525937</id><published>2011-08-14T00:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:53:48.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself lost in time as I remember my life a year ago. I was on my third straight night at the hospital. I remember sitting and waiting for something good to happen only to be told you may not make it through the night. My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach as I heard the news. How was I going to tell the girls there dad may not make it? Eleni took the news very hard and Jessica turned and walked away. I had to break the news to Ray's family. Ray's brother took the girls home for me and the rest of us spent the night sleeping in chairs. I came back to see Ray as much as they would let me. I remember as the sun was coming out looking out the window and praying for a miracle. I was on my fourth day with very little sleep wondering how was I still standing. As the day went by I spent most of it sitting by Ray's side holding his hand and praying so hard. I could see it in his face he looked so tired like he was fighting with all he had. The day went on I watched as he became worse. Then the moment came they told me there was nothing more they could do. A part of me died when Ray did that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last year has been a year of pure hell. I just kept reliving that night over and over for months. I didn't eat or sleep. I wanted to just die so I could be with Ray. The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. I had all of my year of first without Ray. Now it's a year since he has been gone. Time doesn't heal it just helps you cope. I don't know that I will ever really heal from this. The pain I feel today is as strong as the pain that I felt a year ago. Ray was my life. I adored my husband and loved being married. I loved being a mom and wife. If you are reading this please take one word of advice from me PICTURES! As the mom I was always taking the pictures and have very few of us all together. I cherish everyone of those pictures and moments. You always think you have time but when the truth is told we really don't know how much time we have with the one's we love. Cherish every moment you have together with the one's you love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this past year my blog has been sad. It has helped me learn to cope as I have poured my feelings out. Thank you to those who have stuck by me and left me such great comments. Thanks for being there when I needed it most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5510658028175525937?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5510658028175525937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5510658028175525937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5510658028175525937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5510658028175525937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost-in-time.html' title='Lost in Time'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8777277015245779640</id><published>2011-08-04T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:08:12.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Friends are the BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcld_bYclC0/TjsT6MYgffI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fQ1Bi0SrqZY/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637121249061666290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcld_bYclC0/TjsT6MYgffI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fQ1Bi0SrqZY/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received an email from a dear sweet blogger Rachel. Her blog is called &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://somewhere%20in%20the%20middle/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://somewhere in the middle/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; she loves her family and her home and gardens are beautiful. Her email asked could she send me some things to help me decorate my living room. I was so shocked and happy when I received her package. It was loaded with one goodie after another. I have been blessed to receive so many things from bloggers. The best gift of all is each and every friend I have met from blogging. Rachel thanks so much and I will post pictures soon. I loved each and every gift. Make sure you pop over and check out her blog and her mom and sisters blog also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever seen a house and you just wish you could go and look through the windows. I live around house that were mostly built in the late 60's or early 70's. Every now and then they will clear out a wooded lot and up goes a beautiful brand new home. Well, in the middle someone has built a most gorgeous house. It's a red salt box house with blue shutters and white trim. I can tell by the curtains it has to be prim. I'm dieing to just knock on the door and say can I adore your house from the inside awhile. The funny thing is when I show my friends this house I love and my daughter I get the same face and comments " It looks like a barn!" This is when I miss Ray the most because even if he thought that he would have said something I wanted to hear. He got me and that's what made our love so special. We really knew one another like best friends. I have a lot of friends well, I did I have pushed so many people away this past year. I just need time to heal my way. I don't have any friends like you in blog land. I was telling a friend about painting a shelf and she was so not interested. I have no one who appreciates my love for old things. Everyone is so busy trying to have the new and the best and they don't take the time to appreciate what's around them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I approach the anniversary of Ray's death I have been feeling really down and depressed. I feel like I'm living this awful dream all over again. My heart breaks and aches for the life I used to have. I hope to get through the next week without too many tears. Thanks again for everyone out there who leaves me such great messages. They have helped me get through some of my worse days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4670668136184599161-8777277015245779640?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8777277015245779640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8777277015245779640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8777277015245779640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8777277015245779640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-friends-are-best.html' title='Blog Friends are the BEST'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcld_bYclC0/TjsT6MYgffI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fQ1Bi0SrqZY/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4808860577188958060</id><published>2011-07-24T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:44:21.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can remember this time last year. I had a migraine the night before and slept until after one. At which time I was awakened by Jessica screaming and Eleni laughing. There was a field mouse in the house and Jessica was scared to death. Eleni thought this was so funny. A few minutes after waking up and getting my thoughts together Ray came in. He saved the day scooped the mouse in the trash can and took him out back. It was hot just like it is this year. I can remember the AC being set and 73 and the house staying about 90. Even with the heat we were so happy to be in our own place. Ray's nephew and his friend were in town and let's just say boy's can eat. I remember cooking and there being nothing left. LOL! I just can't believe how much my life has changed in a year...today I sit here alone with my thoughts and memories. I still can't help but wonder why? Why Ray why then? I am feeling very alone and bored today. Jessica is in NJ to see Taylor Swift. Eleni is on her way home from SC. My girls are doing better than me. I still just don't feel like getting out and doing much of anything. I'm really missing my Ray today. Wishing he was here with me today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the nice compliments on my last post. I hope to post more pictures and soon of other rooms in my house. It's the one thing that keeps me going. If it weren't for tweaking I wouldn't have anything to do other than clean. Thanks for stopping by once again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4808860577188958060?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4808860577188958060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4808860577188958060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4808860577188958060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4808860577188958060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/07/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7280001692162336287</id><published>2011-07-16T20:40:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:40:23.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqur-cmttOM/TiI6cq8JVeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/h6kOZZNXa3w/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630126748403848674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqur-cmttOM/TiI6cq8JVeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/h6kOZZNXa3w/s320/Picture%2B009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is my kitchen is finally done. Well, for now anyway. When we moved in the walls had flowered wall paper. I am just not a fan of wall paper so off it came. Underneath was another layer that would not just peel off. We tried everything nothing would work. So the plan was for Ray to skim the walls with mud and then paint. Ray died before he could get to it. I was blessed his friend Mike came and finished it for me. Then the land lady insisted on painting. Hey I was not about to say no. So here is the finished kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIoOA4Hzj6c/TiIzKqDhTwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yZqutW9g3KY/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630118742347304706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIoOA4Hzj6c/TiIzKqDhTwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yZqutW9g3KY/s320/Picture%2B017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are one of the scales Ray found in an old Ware house. I love it. That's a fake cider jug. It's made of card board or paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3depnUAr7Ms/TiIzAE1ZovI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Xs7rdz1Kam4/s1600/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630118560557277938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3depnUAr7Ms/TiIzAE1ZovI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Xs7rdz1Kam4/s320/Picture%2B016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ray picked this out for me. This was the last craft show we went to together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdXmwNuBF4Q/TiIy2pMMFoI/AAAAAAAAAww/4HjIAi2rWvs/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630118398517843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdXmwNuBF4Q/TiIy2pMMFoI/AAAAAAAAAww/4HjIAi2rWvs/s320/Picture%2B015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my other scales he found. The lamp was my aunts and she let me have it. The little whiskey jug was a souvenir my parents bougth from the Smokey Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vC7lEZj5WEY/TiIyuAQWmCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qkm_faYvekU/s1600/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630118250090502178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vC7lEZj5WEY/TiIyuAQWmCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qkm_faYvekU/s320/Picture%2B014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many lamps. Ray loved Tiffany style lamps and I loved little lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48uEieT_dTE/TiIyjROQlHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/aLWF4Ar4wls/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630118065666561138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48uEieT_dTE/TiIyjROQlHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/aLWF4Ar4wls/s320/Picture%2B013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my many baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g09FgSVFFOw/TiIyYc1BF6I/AAAAAAAAAwY/sgdhhJbkOOw/s1600/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117879803352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g09FgSVFFOw/TiIyYc1BF6I/AAAAAAAAAwY/sgdhhJbkOOw/s320/Picture%2B012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my table decorated. We don't eat at it so might as well decorate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdMuRoVQ4-E/TiIyNjZy5bI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xCr6Fze-iXI/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117692589663666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdMuRoVQ4-E/TiIyNjZy5bI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xCr6Fze-iXI/s320/Picture%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a table bench my dear friend Tammy and her hubby Jason made for me. I so love it. I believe Tammy also made me the stitched picture. The sheep in the bowl are from my dear friend Carmen. I won her give away last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gy7XwuP88Tc/TiIyDYzpwOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1Y1ICjvmoIs/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117517946634466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gy7XwuP88Tc/TiIyDYzpwOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/1Y1ICjvmoIs/s320/Picture%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell I love baskets. I try to use all the big one's I have and the small one's use to decorate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpLo_5B_914/TiIx5n4UpKI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UnKgcsAa9Sc/s1600/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630117350194062498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpLo_5B_914/TiIx5n4UpKI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UnKgcsAa9Sc/s320/Picture%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a butter churn Ray's mom gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHf447C0kQA/TiIxa4f068I/AAAAAAAAAvw/LnQB67HmwBQ/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116822078778306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHf447C0kQA/TiIxa4f068I/AAAAAAAAAvw/LnQB67HmwBQ/s320/Picture%2B008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old coke crate that was given actually to Jessica. The lantern came from my Nanny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0hLC5OnVZU/TiIxBNLDNjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/FqlcW0hS5rE/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116380952180274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0hLC5OnVZU/TiIxBNLDNjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/FqlcW0hS5rE/s320/Picture%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEVuysnZyo8/TiIw1i6B3mI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iEr-xitFXzM/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630116180627938914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEVuysnZyo8/TiIw1i6B3mI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iEr-xitFXzM/s320/Picture%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have 3 hutches but got rid of my two big one's. I am trying to down size some and only keep the things I love. Love my Grandma's old bowl. I love whiskey jugs and old canning jars. I am also a huge candle lover. You will see them all around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eA-T3kBZNw/TiIwnKGYTbI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/r7uGi-eRaEU/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630115933450685874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eA-T3kBZNw/TiIwnKGYTbI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/r7uGi-eRaEU/s320/Picture%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cast iron stove was my Nanny's also. When she died I was the only one who wanted it or would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlO8--xuyGI/TiIweXR1sTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5lMSPx-io-8/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630115782369587506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlO8--xuyGI/TiIweXR1sTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5lMSPx-io-8/s320/Picture%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love my baskets but I must say this is my favorite. This was made by another dear friend Pam. If you have thought about buying one of her baskets they are so worth it! They are made wonderfully and are absolutely gorgeous in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r08ScxI5l6A/TiIwUstWlhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Z94Ep7pxT-8/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630115616323442194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r08ScxI5l6A/TiIwUstWlhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Z94Ep7pxT-8/s320/Picture%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my window. I love the big window sill. I found the metal flag/candle holder at the Good Will. You will also see tucked in here and there are a few of my favorite Boyd's bears. I have a huge collection and have decided to down size. If anyone is looking for a certain bear or moose let me know I may have it. Thanks for letting me show you my kitchen. Most of it is old and I have had for years but I love it that way. Along with all the things I have been blessed to win or just been given have made my kitchen what it is today. Thanks for dropping in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/4670668136184599161-7280001692162336287?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7280001692162336287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7280001692162336287' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7280001692162336287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7280001692162336287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/07/kitchen-pictures.html' title='Kitchen Pictures'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqur-cmttOM/TiI6cq8JVeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/h6kOZZNXa3w/s72-c/Picture%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8948141591271766671</id><published>2011-07-10T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:15:24.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL BY MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCjPg3fARw/ThoxBfOCWOI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZ21BetVjks/s1600/Photo0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627864585982859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCjPg3fARw/ThoxBfOCWOI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZ21BetVjks/s320/Photo0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend my girls went to visit their Aunt and Uncle in SC. yesterday.. So I have had the whole weekend to myself. I was looking forward to the time alone but it was also lonely. I woke up early and washed clothes. Abby my four legged friend kept me company. I tried to sit in the sun awhile and she insisted on coming out. Then 10 minutes later she was so hot she had to go in. Needless to say I wasn't out very long because I was tired of getting up and down. I came in and painred some shelves and hung them up. I will post pictures soon. No girls means no camera. Then I sat and ate dinner and watched a little TV. It surprises me how much people pay for cable and there is never anything on. I finally got tired of channel surfing and went to bed. Once again Abby had to be right by my side. Can I just say a 20lb dog is small until you put them in your bed. hen today I tried to sit in the sun but it was I who kept getting hot so in I came. I was bored so I mopped, cleaned, vacuumed, and colored my hair. That was all before 1pm. So then I ironed all my clothes for work for the week. Then I watched a little TV and rook a little nap. So all in all I may have been bored but I did get a lot done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my daddy today just to say hello. He complained about the heat. I said it's hot but it's so much better than snow. I could live like this all year. The vegetables and fruit are cheaper and taste so much better. I had my first tomatoe sandwhich yesterday. Can I just say yummy. I bought some fresh fruit and the girls ate it all before they left. I just love Summer time, but I am becoming a fan of Fall decor. I have been collecting a lot over the past few years, and I look forward to putting it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking around my house I see so little compared to what I once had. When country was mauve and blue I had enough decor for my whole house. Then the colors changed to navy and red. I so loved these colors so much more but I realize I need some new items. All of my new decor came from gifts or giveaways. I have been blessed with Spring decor, Fall decor, and even Christmas goodies all from my wonderful blog friends. I have made so many great friends. I hope to have a give away soon when money allows. I want more new but being a single mom other things come first. I will show you what I have as soon as I can get Jessica to take pictures for me. I hope everyone gets a glimps of the wonderful items I have been blessed to receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my baby girl Eleni turned 18. Seems just like yesterday. I can still see Ray sitting there holding her before he went to dialysis. He never got to play with her the way he did with Jessica but he made sure they did other things together. We celbrated Eleni's birthday last weekend so she could be in SC for her birthday. This time last year we had our first cook out to celebrate her birthday. I think she wanted to make some new memories which was fine. I just want to see my girls be happy. I guess that is all for now. Thanks again for sticking with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna&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/4670668136184599161-8948141591271766671?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8948141591271766671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8948141591271766671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8948141591271766671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8948141591271766671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-by-myself.html' title='ALL BY MYSELF'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCjPg3fARw/ThoxBfOCWOI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fZ21BetVjks/s72-c/Photo0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3038204990447575103</id><published>2011-06-27T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:31:49.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well yesterday was my birthday. It was sad and somewhat lonely. Two years ago I got my job. Last year I got my house. This year was a reminder of how happy I was last year. I can remember posting all I wanted was a simple life and to be happy. I had it all for six weeks. The cute little house and true happiness. I keep asking why didn't Ray and I have more time to enjoy things. We had been through so much and we were finally enjoying life again. As sad as yesterday was for me I was so blessed. I received several text messages and phone calls but FB was the biggy. I had over 75 birthday wishes. It did put a smile on my face to feel so blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all like to blog about our homes and crafts. I personally enjoy the family posts just as much. I love how everyone seems to be living a simpler life. The economy being bad has been tough on everyone but it did bring some down to earth. I used to think having the most and best of everything was the way to be. Now I think back to family dinners and watching movies together. I realize how special those simpler times were for me. I cherish those memories now more than ever. The stuff is just that stuff. I would give anything for just one more simple day with Ray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to thank everyone for all the wonderful comments. Several of you said you tried to email and it came back. Sorry I had put one D to many so the email address was wrong. I have now corrected my email so please feel free to email anytime. Once again thanks for sticking by me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3038204990447575103?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3038204990447575103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3038204990447575103' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3038204990447575103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3038204990447575103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8262023632812224519</id><published>2011-06-17T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:37:36.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been awhile since I was last here to comment. I drop in every now and then and read your blogs. I have met so many wonderful people here in the past 2 1/2 years. I have been blessed with new friendships, many comments and gifts. You have listened to me complain and cry my heart out. I want to thank everyone for the kind words and emails. I still have days when giving up would be easier than the pain. I push myself to get out of bed some days. When Ray first died everyone told me it takes time give it time, but no one could tell me how much time. There is a country song by Sara Evans called I get a little bit Stronger. I try very hard to get stronger everyday. Although the song is about a relationship ending some of the lyrics really hit home. So to all of you who have stuck by me once again THANK-YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have decided to stay in my home and stick it out one more year. After Eleni graduates I will probably move. Until then I'm trying to make this house a home again. When Ray first died I had this need to get rid of everything. I started with his tools and clothes. I wished I had waited longer but my heart was breaking every time I seen or smelled his clothes. I still have tons of pictures of him hanging through the house. His sword collection is in the hall and his golf clubs in the garage. I could not erase the pain by giving things away. I am now in a giving away mood again. This time I feel the need to start over, I am opened to any suggestions. I love the prim look which I have in my kitchen! I don't know about my living room any pictures to share of your living rooms would be great. I can't afford new furniture right now so I have to work with what I have. Which the colors are burgundy,sage and mustard plaid. I think the pattern is called Thyme. I will be decorating on a budget. I just feel like I need a change. Speaking of kitchens mine is finally decorated. I will try to share pictures later. If anyone out there collects Boyd's Bears resin and stuffed please email me. I have too many and want to scale back. Bears free to a good home. Along with a change I feel the need to simplify my life a little more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As many of you know I have had a rough couple of years. Four years ago after Ray had his mini stroke he really went down for awhile. I babysat at the time and volunteered at our neighborhood school. A friend called me one day and offered me a job with her at Wachovia Securities. Things were really tight and the girls were older so I took the job. By the time I started we had some serious financial issues. I put our debt into a debit program. I am happy to say I made my final payment today. It's a bitter sweet feeling. Ray and I were going to buy a newer truck when this was paid off. I will keep the truck we have because we worked together to pay it off and maybe one day I will be ready for a newer truck. Another country song comes to mind Don't Blink by Kenny Chesney. Things can change in the blink of an eye. If you get anything out of my blog I hope that you realize there may not be a tomorrow so make today and everyday count. Take the time to enjoy the little things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8262023632812224519?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8262023632812224519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8262023632812224519' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8262023632812224519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8262023632812224519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2961239575476792277</id><published>2011-05-01T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:54:34.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future And What To Do With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time of year has really been hard. This time last year we were counting down the days until we moved. Summer was right around the corner and all was good. I felt so blessed. Now I feel so much sadness. I am about to have some challenging times. I don't make a lot of money so I need to move. When we moved here we were told the house had central air and heat. The hot water heats off of oil. We were told the gas heat was a back up heat. Well, let me tell you that was not the case. The oil kicked in when it was really cold. We all know it was really cold which meant a lot of oil. We stayed cold all winter because we kept the heat at 68 and used a lot of blankets. I have went through all the money I had saved up. The hard thing now is finding some where to live I can afford and is descent. Apartments are outrageous. I wish we could find a cute little house with a small yard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past week I had to go to DMV. Right after we moved here we all went to change our address. Wouldn't you know the computers were all down. We didn't get a chance to go back before Ray died. I had to get tags for the truck and switch everything into my name. It was so hard seems like I have to erase him from everything. As I stood there while the clerk put in all the information. I could feel my eyes start to burn and get heavy. I couldn't hold it all in a tear came out and I quickly wiped it away. No sooner than I walked out the door the tears rolled. It's so hard to lose someone but then to just erase them from everything is even harder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girls and I did go to Church Easter. It was the first time since Ray died we have all went together. So many memories just flooded my heart. Afterwards we went out to eat and then home. I could just see Ray standing at his grill cooking us something for Easter dinner. I wish I could explain just how much I miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Ray first died we all had questions as to why he was taken off his meds and did this contribute to his heart attack. My brother insisted I call his friend a lawyer to review Ray's case. After months of review by the firm and medical examiner it was decided the case was not strong enough. They seem to agree with Ray's health history and the history of his parents a heart attack was coming. It amazes me how 2 dr's can over look his back pain and health history and treat him for muscle spasms. Why wasn't his low blood pressure a sign to do a ekg. I guess I will never know. The lawyer was very kind when he called. I was so upset once again I just fell to pieces. He mailed me Ray's medical records if I wanted to get a second opinion. I don't think I can go through that again. I have read and reviewed what I understood of his records. No matter what I do nothing is going to change the outcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a rough couple of weeks. I just don't know if I will ever be able to move on. I push myself everyday to go to work. The weekends are the worse. Ray and I had a routine. We would be lazy on Saturdays then go to the grocery store. Sunday's we went to Church and came home to eat Sunday dinner. Depending on what time of year it was something to do with sports was on the TV. Ray would flip between channels to find a Western to watch in between. Then we would watch Army Wives and True Blood. Go to bed and get up for work and start all over again. I miss my old life and I miss Ray today as much as the first day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2961239575476792277?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2961239575476792277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2961239575476792277' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2961239575476792277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2961239575476792277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-and-what-to-do-with-it.html' title='The Future And What To Do With It'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8431919434349670774</id><published>2011-04-10T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:00:40.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG THANK-YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has commented lately. Your stories and kind words go further than you will ever know. I am thankful and blessed to have you all as my blogging friends.&lt;/div&gt;As you all know I'm not loving my job but I go and do the best I can every day. I have been trying to get OT when they offer it. I don't sleep through the night anymore. I always wake up looking for Ray. Then I realize this wasn't a bad dream and just lay there and think. So you add the OT and lack of sleep and anything could happen right? I just arrived at work the other day and I was standing and waiting for the elevator. The elevators have those mirrored doors. I just happen to be looking down and so my reflection of my feet. I had on one black shoe and one brown shoe. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Most people didn't notice but those who did also got a laugh. On to the good stuff. Last week I received my package from Pam. I won the APP drawing. I was shocked and excited. I have admired Pam's baskets for some time. Let me tell you she does great work. She also included a cute brown bunny, some potpourri, and this spring pillow that I just love! Thanks APP and Pam for making me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594122182692292770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjbpPdbMe7Q/TaJQfHmByKI/AAAAAAAAAus/N8HZg4omzl4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few have asked me and suggested I get in touch with Lorry. I have actually been in touch with her for sometime. She has been wonderful to me. She truly understands everything I feel. We have emailed a few times and comment on FB. She is a truly amazing lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8431919434349670774?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8431919434349670774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8431919434349670774' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8431919434349670774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8431919434349670774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG THANK-YOU'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjbpPdbMe7Q/TaJQfHmByKI/AAAAAAAAAus/N8HZg4omzl4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6535094830340119502</id><published>2011-04-03T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:26:53.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSIDE MY WINDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look outside my front window and I see a family coming home from Church. That used to be me. Sundays were the day it was all about family. We went to Church came home cooked Sunday dinner and just lounged. It was a great life! I look out my back window and see the couple behind me getting their garden ready. That used to be me. Ray was all about his garden and we would work together every year. I see my life all around me. I haven't been able to return to Church. It's just so hard to go back and Ray not be by my side. I could grow a garden but I am forced to try and find us another home. I just can not afford this any longer. The sad part is if I move into an apartment I will have to give up so many things Ray worked so hard to give me. I have a fairly new washer and refrigerator. I have more furniture than an apartment can hold. I got rid of so many things when we down sized it just seems unfair I have to keep giving away parts of my life. To some it's just stuff but to me it was our things. When will I ever have a normal life again or will I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so appreciate all the comments that have been left on my blog and for the new followers. I have said this before blog friends are the best. They listen and care I have really had a hard time with a few of my closest friends. I know they care but they are pushing me. I have heard so many times it's time to move on and not dwell on this. I'm sorry I'm not dwelling I am grieving for my husband. There are days when I don't want to get up I want to just be with Ray again. I miss him so much and if it takes time then why don't they just give it to me. It's been 7 1/2 months. Let me tell you about what our life is like now. My phone never rings. It may ring once maybe twice a week. Only 3 people call my father, my sister in-law from SC, and my friend Donna. I have a mother right up the street and a sister a few miles away They never call or come by. To this day my Mom has not been to my house and it's not because she wasn't invited. Ray's family other than his brother from SC has nothing to do with us. Ray died and it's almost like we were buried with him. I hear from my friends through text or emails every now and again. They will ask how I am doing and their my friends I tell them not so good some days. Do they listen no they just are quick to tell no you can't feel that way you need to this and that. So my real true support has come from you and I am so thankful you are all my friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something good did happen to me this week I received and email from Linda of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://behind%20my%20red%20door.blog.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind My Red Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. She informed me I had won the APP drawing. I can not wait to get my new basket. I have admired Pam's work for so long. Thanks to APP and Pam for the smile!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6535094830340119502?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6535094830340119502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6535094830340119502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6535094830340119502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6535094830340119502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/04/outside-my-window.html' title='OUTSIDE MY WINDOW'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2175374792028427150</id><published>2011-03-26T23:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:24:40.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DffA2qNnf2A/TY67ajVpmHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/vwWs9RzQUyc/s1600/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588610252450404466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DffA2qNnf2A/TY67ajVpmHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/vwWs9RzQUyc/s200/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit here alone and still wonder why. How did this happen and why now? I look around and all I see is us. I see our lives in pictures on the walls to things we have bought together. I was a couple now I'm alone. This week has been a rough one for me. I was sick most of the week with migraines. Two meds and a shot later the head aches are gone but my broken heart is not. This was the first time I have been sick since Ray died. Can I tell you there is nothing lonelier than being sick and being alone. I just don't think I'm ever going to understand or accept this new life. Nothing really matters anymore. I just do what I'm supposed to do there are no feelings or emotions involved. I'm just slowly dieing on the inside. Everyone says I have to keep living and get passed this it's what Ray would want. How do they know that did he tell them that because I know we sure as heck never discussed it. It's so easy to tell someone to be strong and move on until it's you. Then it's not s easy. I can remember being a young teen and I couldn't wait to fall in-love and get married. If you asked me I would say I love being married I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm told lean on God and trust him. I did that and I now I sit here alone. Everyone has advice but no one really listens. I want to say close your eyes and imagine never seeing that special someone again, never hearing them say I love you, could you really stand to be that alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2175374792028427150?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2175374792028427150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2175374792028427150' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2175374792028427150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2175374792028427150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/03/alone.html' title='ALONE'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DffA2qNnf2A/TY67ajVpmHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/vwWs9RzQUyc/s72-c/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7513593550233392430</id><published>2011-03-13T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:08:27.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow will be 7 months. I can tell you know the pain is as real today as it was the day Ray died. They say in time it will get easier but I can tell you I don't think I will ever get over those last few days with Ray. I'd like to tell you why this is so painful but I must warn you like everything it was never so simple. I must warn you this post will be a little long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 22'nd Ray picked me up from work and then left to see some friends. I decided to cut the grass and let me tell you that was a mistake. It was so hot I gave myself a migraine. That night Ray's nephew and his friend brought Eleni home. She had been in SC visiting. I went o bed early and slept most of the next day from the migraine meds. When I woke up later Saturday Ray was coming in. I was out when he came home Friday and he didn't wake me Saturday when he left to play golf. He came in and seemed fine. He laughed and joked all weekend with his nephew. They were all horse playing and it was a good weekend but really hot. Ray mentioned he was sore from playing golf. We laughed about him getting old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 26th Ray picked me up from work. He was in pain. He thought he had gas and that's why his back and stomach hurt. I gave him some of my soda and he still was not feeling great. I said maybe we should go to the ER while we are by it. He said no it would pass. That night Ray didn't feel good so I took off July 27th and we went to a patient first. They examined Ray and treated him for muscle spasms. Sent him home with muscle relaxers and pain pills. The doc in the box told Ray he may not be able to play golf anymore if this kept happening. Well, Ray being the golf lover he was said yeah ok. Knowing he would never agree to that. They took labs on Ray and seen his sugar was high and suggested we notify the Transplant clinic just in case this was out of his normal. I called the clinic and faxed over Ray's paper work. Wedensday the 28th I received a call stating the clinic needed to see Ray Friday the 30th. She said his labs were higher than they would like. I asked should I come with him and she said no it probably won't be much to it. The next few days Ray was in pain on and off the muscle relaxers weren't really working. The pain meds just kept Ray up so he refused to take them. By the time Friday got here Ray was not feeling well at all. He went to the clinic and I tried to call him but I kept getting voice mail. I was worried because he was there so long. He called me and said they gave him some fluids and took him off all sugar and his meds until Tuesday August 3'rd. I thought was strange with his health history but I trusted the clinic. They had been Ray's Dr's for 17 years. That afternoon Ray's nurse called me and said when Ray got there he was sick and his blood pressure was really low. I said his back has been killing him she said then they didn't really address that they were more concerned about the sugar. She explained what Ray needed to do and I asked then should he have stayed and she said no. I said what if he gets worse over the weekend. She said call the after hours line. That afternoon when Ray picked me up he actually looked good. He had some color and said he actually ate which he had not felt like doing. We came home Ray rode to a friends and I went to the grocery store. Ray ended up meeting me there so he could pick out some sugar free drinks and snacks. He walked the whole store with me and then unloaded groceries. He even ate a couple more times I was so happy he was feeling somewhat better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 31th Ray sat around most of the day. He decided he was going to the Farmer's Market for some tomatoes and fresh veggies. While he was gone I cleaned and took pictures of the house, We has only been here about 6 weeks after living with my mom the past year. Due to me losing my job. Anyway I was excited to post pictures of the house on my blog. Life changed those plans. When Ray came home he wasn't feeling great but not bad. We took his blood pressure and it was a little high. We had instructions on what pills to add if this should happen. Ray was really restless and didn't want to eat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 1st Ray's blood pressure was a little high and he was breathing funny. I called the after hours line and the nurse called back. She called the Dr and they said Ray was having rebounds from not taking his medicines. They told us which pill to give him. Ray went and laid down awhile but he was so restless. That afternoon he seemed a little more calm but once again refused to eat and drank very little. I went to bed worried that night and woke up a few times to hear the TV. About 4:30 am which was now the 2'nd Ray woke me up getting in the bed. He was breathing so hard and in pain. I said what's wrong he said I can't catch my breath when I lay down. So I got up with him and rubbed his back. I said Ray once that clinic opens we are going. Shortly after that I gave Ray 2 muscle relaxers for his back. Ray got up threw up came back and said call 911. The ambulance came Ray walked out to the stretcher and Jessica and I followed. They never cut the siren or lights on. I could see Ray sitting up in the back. We got to the ER and parked and went in. I signed some paper work and with in minutes they came and got me. They said they only had minutes to get in and save him he was having a massive heart attack. I watched him gasp for every breath and I ran with them through the halls up to the cath lab. As Ray was being wheeled away I said I love you Ray and he said I love you. AT that moment reality hit home. I was scared and angry. Ray had to be put on life support and had 6 stints put in on one side and 1 on the other side. I was so happy when I could see him. He looked so weak but he still had a nice tan about him and he was strong considering all he just went through. It was then I was told Ray's back pain was not from a pulled muscle but signs of heart issues. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next few days were pretty calm Ray seemed to be feeling better and he was getting hungry. I caught myself not eating out of guilt because he couldn't. Aug 5th Ray was doing so well they took him of life support. He was so thirsty and his drink of choice was a cold Mountain Dew. Which he thought he had to give up because of his sugar. The nurse said after all he had been through he deserved one. That day was a good day. I was excited he could talk to me and I actually fed him very little off his hospital tray but he was definitely thirsty. When I left Ray that night he was doing great and smiling he even insisted I kiss him good bye on the lips. He said I love you as I left. I came home and went to sleep hard. I had a sense of relief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 6th I was awakened by the phone. They said Ray had what they thought was another heart attack and had to put him back on life support. The girls and I rushed back to the hospital. Once again Ray seemed to be out of it but still had good color. I was called into a room to be told the stints they put in collapsed and he was NOT a candidate for by pass or a heart transplant. I looked at them and said so I am waiting for him to just die. They said no we will keep and eye on him and review his case in a few days. My friend Kim was with me and I remember crying and saying what was I going to do. I couldn't lose him now. Ray did ok the rest of the day. I actually stayed that night and sat by his side. I didn't want to miss anything. Earlier the next morning the 7th Ray's heart rate was off. They said they may have to shock him to put it back in rhythm. I was so scared all I could think is this is it. I will never see him again. As the day went by and after the shock Ray once again seemed to be ok. He was blessed with over 20 visitors that day. I thought this would lift his spirits. Ray did so good the rest of the day I went home and got a good nights sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 8th Ray continued to do well. He even watched the Nascar race on TV. The hardest part was watching him try to tell you he was hungry or thirsty. They were afraid to give Ray fluids because his heart was working hard enough and because of his sugar going up and down. Ne was a real trooper. The next few days were good he was getting better. Still critical but stable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 11th I was pulled aside and told Ray was having surgery the next day. They were going to put in an LVAC heart. Which is a temporary electric heart until you get well enough or get a transplanted heart. It was scary but I knew this was the only choice we had. Ray was having a rough night and I almost didn't leave but decided I would need my rest. I called to check on him and they said he was really restless and trying to go home. I came back to the hospital and stayed the night with Ray. He was on his second day of not sleeping. He was scared to go to sleep. He was afraid of dieing. So I basically sat up with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 12th the girls came back to see Ray before he went to surgery. Ray couldn't talk but he could mouth things. The last thing he said to the girls is I will be fine. They cried and said I know daddy. When they wheeled him away the last thing I said to Ray was I love you. His blues eyes just looked back at me. The surgery was long and Ray went into cardiac arrest but they brought him back. They said he did very well. He was very swollen but once again he had a nice color to him. I was so happy I hugged the Dr and thanked him. The girls went home and I stayed in the waiting room. If anything happened I wanted to be right there by his side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 13th Ray was doing nicely they even brought him around some to make sure he was ok. I can not tell you how exciting it was to see him wiggle his toe and finger when he heard my voice. I was on cloud nine They had some things to do so I walked out to tell the girls and we were all so happy. Within hours things changed they didn't know if he would make it through the night. The girls were crushed and just fell apart. I was alone at this time and it took all I had to keep it together for them. We called the rest of the family in. Ray's brother and his wife took the girls home and stayed with them. Ray's other family stayed with me at the hospital that night. I tried to go back to be with Ray as much as possible. Finally at 3 the nurse asked I step out. I went back to the waiting room and sat while everyone else went to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 14th I was awakened before 6am by a resident. She said that by looking at Ray's eyes one was sluggish which could mean a sign of brain damage. She said I could come back any time. I was so upset I got myself together went to the bathroom and washed my face. I went back to be with Ray. I could tell he didn't look the same. His color seemed to be fading. They cam to take x-rays and I had to step into the hall. I over heard Ray's name so of course i started to listen. The resident and a nurse were openly discussing if my husband had damage or was brain dead. I snapped and came around the corner. I said can you show some compassion I am standing here. Which they were shocked and I said you can not talk about peoples families like that. The nurse said sorry I didn't know you were there I said because you didn't bother to look before opening your mouth. I went back in to be with Ray. The tears flowed as the day got worse. Fluid was steadily draining from Ray's nose and mouth. They had to keep cleaning him up. His nose started to turn gray and his body started to pool. He was almost completely purple from the blood pooling. The Dr's came in and I asked every single one was he brain dead or brain damaged. They said he woke up the day before that they had no reason to think that. I questioned everyone of the Dr's that came in that day and they said I should have never been told that. As the day went on they told me Ray still had a 50/50 chance. I watched him double in size and watched his body turn in front of my eyes. The hours drug by still no change then they all rushed in and said he was worse and every time this happened it was a possibly of him losing oxygen from the brain. The Dr finally asked would Ray want to live like this? It was the worst and hardest decision I ever made. When I held his hand and I could feel the fluid busting out of his hands because it had no where else to go I knew it was time. Ray looked so tired and I knew he needed to rest. I said my good byes to the only man I have ever loved. That last day was awful from beginning to end. I had been up 4 days and I never once thought it would end the way it did. I had all the faith in the world in the Dr and team. I prayed and prayed everyday. I still ask why Ray why then. We had finally gotten our own place after losing the home we loved and a job I loved. It was like everything was turning around for the good. Life sure can change in a second.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I said my post is long but hopefully it will give you a better understanding of what Ray went through. I watched him fight until the end. I miss you and will forever love you Ray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7513593550233392430?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7513593550233392430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7513593550233392430' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7513593550233392430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7513593550233392430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/03/7-months.html' title='7 months'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5515251315147977902</id><published>2011-03-03T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:04:03.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found myself living in a fantasy world. I just pray and pray some how some way God bring Ray back to me. Although I know this can't happen it's all I want. I used to dream about my future and decorating. It takes every ounce I have to get through the day. I can't handle more than one day at time. I am still working and trying very hard. The only difference in me now and the last time I tried is lack of meds. I have been weaning off some of the meds I was on. Which means I can control my tears. Everyday once I get home I go take my shower so I can cry. I cry into a wash cloth so the girls don't hear me. Then when I go to bed I cry myself to sleep and when I wake up the first thing I do is look for Ray. Only to start another day sad and disappointed. Everyone says you shouldn't ask why but I need to know why! Why now? I feel like I am being punished and I don't know why. I have been told it gets easier well it hasn't it hurts today as much as it did 6 1/2 months ago. I just don't know if I will ever get used to this emptiness, loneliness and pain. I miss him so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5515251315147977902?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5515251315147977902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5515251315147977902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5515251315147977902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5515251315147977902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-in-fantasy.html' title='Living in a Fantasy'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4319890184869799085</id><published>2011-02-06T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:07:49.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad and So Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Ray was in the hospital I was overwhelmed with friends and family. I almost wish I had be given a little more alone time with him. Same thing when he died. Everyone was around and promised to be around. Well, guess what there is no one. My phone doesn't ring and we don't get any visitors. It's just me and my girls against the world. Now when we could use someone to help with a few things there is no one. Why do people make promises they know they won't keep? Why are we so vulnerable we believe them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling very down today. I feel really lonely. Yesterday was Jessica's birthday. She had a few friends over and we did cake and ice cream. I just wonder how she felt not having her dad here? Eleni can't look at a scrapbook or picture of her Dad without crying. I think these long winter days are getting to us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so confused as to what to do next. I like this house ok but it's a lot of work for me. Working full time and trying to do everything is taking it's toll on me. I don't care for apartment living but it may be my best bet. I don't know which way to turn. Eleni has one more year of school and then I will have more options. I so miss the life I had 6 months ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my posts aren't happy or even about decorating but it's about me and how I am feeling. I need to let it out and what better place than here. There are so many wonderful people who blog and on FB. I have a question for you all. I know there are a lot of Christian women out here as well. Here is my question do you believe when we get to heaven we will know one another? I have been so worried that when I die Ray will not be waiting for me. I just need to know will I ever see him and be with him again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4319890184869799085?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4319890184869799085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4319890184869799085' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4319890184869799085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4319890184869799085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-sad-and-so-hurt.html' title='So Sad and So Hurt'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2688654902402050159</id><published>2011-01-24T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:14:15.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone tell me how much TIME has to go by before this pain goes away. For the past &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 1/2 months that's what I have heard it takes time. I miss my husband so much it actually hurts at times. One of my favorite movies is The Notebook. I know the book ends differently than the movie. I really think I will die from a broken heart like Noah in the movie. The love he had for Allie is like the love I have for Ray. How do you ever get over that kind of pain and emptiness. It's not just the missing him but it's the loneliness that comes with it. I'm sure followers are probably tired of my sad posts. If you don't feel happy it's hard to write a happy posts. I don't care about decorating which was my passion. I go through the motions and don't remember one day from the next. I can not remember or feel any happiness. All I feel is sadness and loneliness. I have been going to the Dr's for months and take more than my share of meds. Nothing has helped the pain. So if anyone has any suggestions or can tell me how much time I am listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I went back to work yet again. It's been almost 2 months this time. I am having a really hard time with working for the hospital Ray died in. The economy is so bad I almost was forced back to this job. If you read any of my other posts you would know this is not my dream job. I am on the phones for 8 hours a day taking inbound calls. Can I just say some people are so rude they can ruin your day. I sat and listened today to get my feet wet but will probably go back to my own phone tomorrow. I hope eventually I can find another job closer to home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nice to know I can come here and vent. I have made some amazing friends on here and am thankful you are in my lives even if it's only through my blog and FB. I hope one day to blog something happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2688654902402050159?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2688654902402050159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2688654902402050159' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2688654902402050159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2688654902402050159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2011/01/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1584747855896545406</id><published>2010-12-30T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:04:13.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't posted in awhile. Christmas has come and gone and I must admit I am glad. I tried to be happy and excited for the girls but inside my heart was bleeding. Everyone said give it time it takes time. Well, let me tell you in time you cry less but you miss them all the same. I miss Ray so much it actually hurts some days. He was not just my husband but my best friend. The thing that is the hardest is being so lonely. I miss our talks we had daily while taking me to work and back. I miss Ray and nothing will change that not even time. It's hard when it really hits you he's not coming back all I have now are years of memories and scrapbooks. Which brings me to the point of my posts. One thing we never did and I wanted to do in August when we were all nice and tan was a family portrait. Well, Ray died before we could take the picture. Next time your taking a picture of your house and decoration sneak a picture or two of your hubby and kids. You can never have too many and make sure you get someone to snap a few of you as well. We have very few of Ray and I together because I was always behind the camera but I am thankful for the few I have and cherish each and everyone. They help tell the story of our love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1584747855896545406?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1584747855896545406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1584747855896545406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1584747855896545406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1584747855896545406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-picture.html' title='Take a Picture'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-670194459840852431</id><published>2010-12-02T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:54:58.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TPhLwtOpyqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bLCw-jkMZHM/s1600/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266241253624482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TPhLwtOpyqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bLCw-jkMZHM/s320/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the day that would have been our anniversary. This is Ray and I 23 years ago. He gave me my engagement ring on this Christmas 1987. We were married less than a year later. He was the love of my life and that will never end. I still miss him as much as I did the day he died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life has been really crazy lately. First they insisted I come back to work sooner than anticipated. I thought I could handle it but seems I couldn't. The Dr took me out of work yet again. If most of you could see me most days I am a wreck still. I have a few good moments every now and again. I don't blog a lot but I try to read every one's posts. Some of you have been so good to me over the past 2 years and I wanted to say thanks again. I hope to post some Christmas pictures soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-670194459840852431?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/670194459840852431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=670194459840852431' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/670194459840852431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/670194459840852431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TPhLwtOpyqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bLCw-jkMZHM/s72-c/daddy%2Band%2Bmama%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3249022337270038629</id><published>2010-11-16T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:04:27.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WINNER IS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOMpDNaqYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WwW6lb1nEAA/s1600/IMG_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540317101713678498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOMpDNaqYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WwW6lb1nEAA/s320/IMG_3001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Thanks to all whom entered. I let Eleni draw the winner. The winner is Kath from The Olde Weeping Cedar. Congrats Kath if you could send me your address I will get these things shipped out to you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had therapy today and for some reason it always wears me out. I find myself missing Ray more and more as the Holidays approach. Thanksgiving used to be my favorite Holiday. I may put my tree up this weekend. I don't know for sure if I am ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am headed back to work part time Thursday. Wish me luck and say a little prayer for me as I ride by that hospital!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3249022337270038629?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3249022337270038629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3249022337270038629' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3249022337270038629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3249022337270038629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/11/winner-is.html' title='THE WINNER IS?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOMpDNaqYKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WwW6lb1nEAA/s72-c/IMG_3001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6565155660370161033</id><published>2010-11-15T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:13:31.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DATY TO ENTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOFbXuwbaLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUljT-eo-x4/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539809479888693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOFbXuwbaLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUljT-eo-x4/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a reminder today is the last day to enter my give away. I will announce a winner tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past week has been hard for us. Thursday was Ray's birthday and yesterday was the 3 month anniversary of his death. Life is so hard sometimes. Many have asked about my girls. Jessica is like Ray and keeps it ion and keeps moving. Eleni like I is having a hard time. She is missing her Daddy a lot. Please don't take one second for granted. You never know what tomorrow holds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6565155660370161033?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6565155660370161033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6565155660370161033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6565155660370161033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6565155660370161033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-daty-to-enter.html' title='LAST DATY TO ENTER'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TOFbXuwbaLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUljT-eo-x4/s72-c/IMG_3002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2902017984280282766</id><published>2010-11-12T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:32:15.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't forget my give away followers will be entered twice. I tried to include a little something for everyone. Enter until the 15th and I will draw a winner the 16th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538685107438921154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TN1cwo-kpcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eaWKDD5ju8w/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a berry twig, Thankful Tart, Heart Rowe Pottery Plate and stand, Star ornament, elf ornament, Snowman plate and stand, and a black tin candle holder. Hoping there is something in there for everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2902017984280282766?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2902017984280282766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2902017984280282766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2902017984280282766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2902017984280282766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-away.html' title='GIVE AWAY'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TN1cwo-kpcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eaWKDD5ju8w/s72-c/IMG_3002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2608446458093101074</id><published>2010-11-10T20:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:45:38.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along with it being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veterans&lt;/span&gt; Day it would have also been Ray's 42 birthday. I still can't believe he is gone. I miss him so much. I have had a very hard time accepting his death. I have been seeing a grief counselor weekly and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; has been treating me for post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; stress. Let me tell you we all love and lose but I never knew how lonely I would feel. I was going to give up my blog and even thought I would change the name but ~Never So Simple~ seems to sum it up for me. Thanks to all of you who have stuck by me through all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt; and mostly downs. Thanks for the kind words and hugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101206623963170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TNtJtI77yCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YYZiMstKyP0/s200/daddy%2Band%2Beleni%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TNtHbx9MRcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nX-puTKAfOo/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that note what's a 100 post without a give away. It's not a lot but I wanted to get a few things together to say thanks for being my friends. I will announce a winner November 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so you have until the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to enter. Make sure you tell me if you have followed me so I can enter you twice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538099132350411810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TNtH0ZqlNCI/AAAAAAAAAss/DEU0rUMxI6Y/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2608446458093101074?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2608446458093101074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2608446458093101074' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2608446458093101074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2608446458093101074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-ray.html' title='Happy Birthday Ray'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TNtJtI77yCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YYZiMstKyP0/s72-c/daddy%2Band%2Beleni%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8437341016916938273</id><published>2010-09-20T03:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T03:55:03.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TJcSwu3VoOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ajebws2btuA/s1600/daddy+and+mama+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518900496788988130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TJcSwu3VoOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ajebws2btuA/s320/daddy+and+mama+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;em&gt; keep trying to find my way but I keep getting lost. I am really having a difficult time with the loss of my husband Ray. I miss him so much some days it actually hurts to breathe. I even pray that God will just come get me so I can see him again. Things are so different and everyone says give it time. Time what does that mean time to get used to Ray being gone? Time to forget? My heart is broken into a million tiny pieces and I can't put it back together. I actually feel like I am dieing that my body is starting to shut down. Nothing will ever be the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We moved into our home six weeks before he got sick. We were so happy and this house was full of love, joy, and laughter. Now you can hear a pin drop. I try to be strong for my girls. I have learned to cry alone, in a pillow, and in the shower. I can't figure out what I am supposed to do next. My life has always been about Ray and the girls. My girls are getting older Ray and I were looking forward to being grandparents one day and maybe moving to South Carolina. We had dreams now my dreams and my best friend are gone. I just don't understand how and why this happened why now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to go back to work twice. It was hard riding by the hospital and working for the hospital. The first time they sent me home because I was an emotional wreck. I tried to go back again and cried for 2 days and now I am out under Dr's care and seeing a counselor. I have no clue what's next for me and my girls. I can only tell you I would not wish this pain on anyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This will probably be my last post on this blog. Thanks to all of you who have always been there and stuck by me. Please know I have loved getting to know each and everyone of you and thanks for inviting me into your home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8437341016916938273?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8437341016916938273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8437341016916938273' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8437341016916938273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8437341016916938273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/09/end.html' title='THE END'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TJcSwu3VoOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ajebws2btuA/s72-c/daddy+and+mama+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2893151740780257579</id><published>2010-09-05T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:59:12.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never~So~Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TIMiysrd7vI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2awEFhh4WA4/s1600/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513288623213899506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TIMiysrd7vI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2awEFhh4WA4/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's been a really long time since I posted. We did finally move into our own home mid June. It started off great but then I started having headaches and losing sleep. I had to go to the Dr and get something for the migraines.  Finally I started to feel better but something was just not right. The heat was bad this summer but hey it was better than snow in my opinion. We started to settle in our home and we were ALL very happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On August 2 we had to rush Ray to the hospital. We were there no time and we all ran to the Cardiac Cath Lab. He was having a massive heart attack. It was touch and go for almost 2 weeks. On August 12th Ray went for surgery to to have a heart pump put in. It was to assist him until he could recover enough to go on the Heart Transplant list. Ray did fine at first then he took a turn for the worse. August 14th at 10:23pm Ray passed away. It seems like a really bad dream. I was there by his side until the end. I told him over and over how proud I was of him for fighting as long as he could. I assured him the girls and I would be ok and thanked him for being a wonderful husband and father. My life will be forever changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I want to do next. This house although we only had 6 weeks in it as a family is a reminder of Ray. We don't really like being here and we loved it at first. Eleni stays busy and Jessica stays to herself. I have not been able to return to work. I tried last week and my emotions got the best of me and they sent me home. It was obvious I needed more time. School starts here Tuesday and I am going to try to return to work. I hope we can get back into some kind of routine. I don't know how much I will be blogging but please know I do try to read when I can. I love getting lost in your stories and decorating it's therapy for my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2893151740780257579?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2893151740780257579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2893151740780257579' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2893151740780257579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2893151740780257579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/09/neversosimple.html' title='Never~So~Simple'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TIMiysrd7vI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2awEFhh4WA4/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4281212665330578793</id><published>2010-05-23T21:54:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:44:29.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night was Eleni's big night her first prom. I had to get off early Friday to take her for her nail appointment. She had a manicure and pedicure. Then Saturday up early to the beauty shop. My niece Nikki is a beautician and she had the lovely honor of curling Eleni's hair which took and hour and a half and a can of hairspray. Not really but it seemed liked it. It turned out &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gorgeous!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_ne3B4X_2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lk6AAbCIKQU/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474651859024609122" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nfQXLLwHI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Tgce_nd9tTI/s1600/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nfQXLLwHI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Tgce_nd9tTI/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474652294237372530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then it was time for make-up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nguwNZj7I/AAAAAAAAAqs/dyNDjVZ_y9c/s1600/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nguwNZj7I/AAAAAAAAAqs/dyNDjVZ_y9c/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474653915865255858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nhFpeFoeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QfC9NuBljK0/s1600/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nhFpeFoeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QfC9NuBljK0/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474654309193196002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Eleni is such a ham!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nhZQ3FZOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tPhodgsi8jY/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nhZQ3FZOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tPhodgsi8jY/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474654646184535266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No she's not mad she's just being Eleni!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now off to get dressed and add the final touches. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nh_x1r9XI/AAAAAAAAArE/QvpYk1B6tPM/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nh_x1r9XI/AAAAAAAAArE/QvpYk1B6tPM/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474655307872073074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I insisted we each take a picture with her but we must color coordinate. None of us owned anything in dress color which by the way is called Mermaid. So I made everyone wear light blue. Jessica was dressed and changed for the picture just to satisfy me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_niysg-vKI/AAAAAAAAArM/8wD38evew5A/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_niysg-vKI/AAAAAAAAArM/8wD38evew5A/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474656182616374434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_njPfuZK6I/AAAAAAAAArU/hWMZMdfTDew/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_njPfuZK6I/AAAAAAAAArU/hWMZMdfTDew/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474656677399178146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_njl_sCdSI/AAAAAAAAArc/_RPOu_WEJc0/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_njl_sCdSI/AAAAAAAAArc/_RPOu_WEJc0/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474657063936357666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My girls are all grown up. I am so proud of them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nkXrx3elI/AAAAAAAAArk/cumLFuQOltc/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nkXrx3elI/AAAAAAAAArk/cumLFuQOltc/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474657917585554002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eleni insisted on a picture with her baby Abby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nlWBEGv9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/H9hamzQmtl4/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nlWBEGv9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/H9hamzQmtl4/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474658988451086290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nl2WTFx6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/gW8Lul5_pUA/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nl2WTFx6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/gW8Lul5_pUA/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474659543906895778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eleni and her best friend Lindsay. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nmNHs30eI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oupc5XA2WHU/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_nmNHs30eI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oupc5XA2WHU/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474659935125492194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here they all are ready to go.  I am happy to say they all made it home safe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My next post will hopefully be about moving into our new home. The move in date is set for June 1st if the bathroom is completed. They landlords are having the bathroom redone. It's taking longer than they originally thought. I will keep you posted. Once again thanks for sticking with me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/4670668136184599161-4281212665330578793?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4281212665330578793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4281212665330578793' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4281212665330578793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4281212665330578793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html' title='PROM'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S_ne3B4X_2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lk6AAbCIKQU/s72-c/IMG_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6393388537388868059</id><published>2010-05-15T22:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:29:51.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Won't Be Long Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'m trying to keep everyone updated as the big day gets closer. We have a little over two weeks before we move and boy are we getting excited! Ray has been going over and painting the rooms a little each day. He can only do so much before he gets too tired. We have bought area rugs and the girls have bought new bedding and curtains for their rooms. We just need new bedding for our room but I am so picky!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This past weekend we went to my sister in-laws house for Mother's Day. She lives beside a cow pasture. Abby was so fascinated with the cows as well as they with her. If we got too close they would back off but they would walk right up to the fence to see Abby. You can see this on my new header picture. It was a beautiful day here in VA on Mother's Day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eleni was invited to the prom a school. She was invited by a Junior who is a good friend. She was so excited when he asked her how could I say no. Next Saturday is the big night. We have everything her dress has been altered. Friday I'm getting off early to get her nails and toes done and the Saturday morning she will get her hair done. I can't wait to show you all pictures!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This morning when I woke up my Mom informed me I had a package. I was so excited it was from Carmen of  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://waxed out creative life"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waxed Out Creative Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. I won her give away and let me tell you the package smelled so good Abby and Lucy (my Mom's dog) were all over me as I opened it. I can't wait to set everything up in my new house! If you ever get a chance to purchase anything from Carmen her candles and soap smell so good pictures don't do justice for her work! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seems like a lot of people are getting the blogging blahs. It makes me sad to see blogs end but I understand. One thing about my new house is it's smaller and a rancher. I will miss my pool but I am looking forward to a simpler life. Less cleaning and stressing and more time enjoying life. Which is he one thing I am really looking forward to come June! Until next time thanks for always dropping by and for sticking by me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6393388537388868059?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6393388537388868059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6393388537388868059' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6393388537388868059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6393388537388868059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-wont-be-long-now.html' title='It Won&apos;t Be Long Now...'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2034328168745635585</id><published>2010-04-29T21:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:36:33.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks so much to all of you who have stood by me this past year. I have been blessed with so many great blog friends! As many of you know I was laid off in November of  08 from a job I loved. This was the beginning of many problems. When I lost my job I also lost my medical insurance which meant I had no idea how I was going to pay for all of Ray's rejection medicines. Then there was rent, utilities, truck payment and groceries. Unemployment only goes so far and Ray was just not able to keep a job one because of his health and two because of the economy. I just felt like my life was spinning out of control. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life has really changed since that November. The first thing we did as a family is go to Church. Tammy from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://countrygirlathome/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Country Girl at Home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; inspired me to make that decision. Thank you Tammy! It was the beginning of many blessing. We were able to get Ray's medicines through programs based on our income or lack of I should say! As the months went by and the lack of a steady income we decided not to renew our lease. It was very hard to leave a home we had lived in for 7 years. We had so many great neighbors and I still miss them! It was a hard decision but we knew it was the best one at the time. So one year ago we gave up our home put our things in storage and moved with my Mom. Another blessing a roof over our heads. Not long after we moved Ray started having issues with his legs hurting an ultra sound proved he has blockages in his legs. It was advised he get back on disability.  I finally got a job last June as many of you remember I hated it! Things are much better still not the job of my dreams but it's a lot better. So within a few months we had insurance but getting Ray's Social Security didn't not come as easily. Seemed like once we got over one hurdle another was waiting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I became so depressed and cried all the time. I just didn't think we would ever see the light at the end of the tunnel. I quit doing things with friends and just stuck to myself. As time went on things got better and easier. I could see a dim light trying to peek through. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In March we paid off our truck. Also in March Ray received his first disability check. They are reviewing his case to determine if he will be reinstated permanently. We will take what we can get and call it another blessing. We got back a decent tax refund this year which we put up to move. Yet another blessing. I am happy to report another HUGE BLESSING we will be moving JUNE 1! Yes, you read it right we are finally moving. We found a rancher like I wanted and Eleni will get to stay at the same High School.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can not wait to post pictures and decorate. I am so exited and feeling very blessed. I am hoping this is many of new Happier post. Once again  THANKS for sticking by me this past year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donna&lt;/i&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/4670668136184599161-2034328168745635585?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2034328168745635585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2034328168745635585' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2034328168745635585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2034328168745635585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-year.html' title='1 YEAR'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3745013611352628538</id><published>2010-03-19T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:07:59.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know I haven't been very good about posting like I had intended. I don't have a lot to share so I try not to bore you all too much. We are still house hunting. I had no idea just how hard this was going to be. I know God will lead us to the right house at the right time. I just hope it's soon. I know my Mom will be glad to have her house back. I know it's not been easy for her. She is used to quiet nights and now there is an extra dog barking, Eleni's music and my girls constantly bickering from too much time together and not enough space of their own. On that note were are blessed to have a roof over our heads, food in our bellies and of course my job which gives us the insurance we need for Ray's medicines. It's not the best life but it's a blessed life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not sure if I have ever really said what I do at work. I work in a call center for a Medicaid HMO. We also provide services for a Coordinated Care program offered by one of the Hospitals. I hear so many sad stories everyday. I wonder if the economy is really getting better. I find it hard some days not to get emotionally attached to some of our members. I wish I could help all of those who really need it. When you have lived their lives it's hard not to put your heart into it. Some days you have members who hate the world then there are those who are so appreciative it makes your job worth all the bad calls. It has really made me think about how I speak to the person on the other end of the phone. Like me it's their job not their fault. As many of you know I absolutely hated my job in the beginning. I finally quit hating it and started appreciating  the fact I had a job not to mention we have a new manager. I didn't dislike the other manager but I really like the new manager. It's nice to go to a job you don't hate. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I am trying to be more positive and happy with what I have not what I want. After all at the end of the day all I want is to enjoy being with my family and friends and making new memories. I have stated so many time how much I miss all of my stuff but the one thing I really miss the most is seeing my pictures everyday. I think it will be one of the first things I unpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope you all have a great and blessed weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3745013611352628538?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3745013611352628538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3745013611352628538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3745013611352628538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3745013611352628538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling Blessed'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3827375916825248073</id><published>2010-03-02T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:31:21.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm seating here eating my first home made pot pie while watching it snow. I don't think I have ever seen it snow this much in Virginia. It's pretty but I am so tired of winter. I think everyone in blog land is getting cabin fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They have taken the block off of the blogs at work. I try not to stay on there long just in case big brother is watching. Needless to say to my surprise I had won Leslie's give away over at Crafty Mom. I am so excited and thankful. Do you know how hard it is not to scream out with joy at work. :) When I do move I am going to have so many new things to display. Speaking of moving we are seriously house hunting. Our goal is to keep Eleni in the same school especially since we just ordered her school ring. I just hope we find something soon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to all of you who have stuck with me through all of this. I haven't had a lot to post about but it's nice to see the same folks commenting and supporting me. You all are the best. Until next time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3827375916825248073?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3827375916825248073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3827375916825248073' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3827375916825248073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3827375916825248073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter.html' title='WINTER'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3545330089301900956</id><published>2010-02-07T18:51:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:42:09.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly believe this past Friday Jessica turned 21. Seems like just yesterday she was watching Barney and listening to her cassette tapes. The years have flown by. She is a very smart young lady with a bright future ahead of her. Her Dad and I couldn't be more proud. She went out with friends to celebrate before yet another Storm hit us. Here is a picture she took of her first drink. Looks pretty. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29W1poJvJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WAZKikKzecc/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435658754966797458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29W1poJvJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WAZKikKzecc/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She still had to have her birthday cake from Ukrop's. Anyone from Virginia can tell you Ukrop's has the best birthday cakes. They were a family owned business they recently sold to a bigger market. This may be the last Ukrop's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cake. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29WjjwNM6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/QRt9ikbwo34/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435658444152320930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29WjjwNM6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/QRt9ikbwo34/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica is a huge Jonas brother fan. She and friends went to DC to see Nick Jonas in his solo concert. They went early and ran into him outside the Warner Theatre. She was able to get a picture with him and his autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29WOZYYokI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xunww-RopDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435658080590799426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29WOZYYokI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xunww-RopDQ/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! Is it okay to say I am so ready for Spring? We were hit with the first storm in December right before Christmas. I will admit it was pretty. Then we were hit with another big storm last weekend. I believe in our area it was about 13 inches. The children were out of school for 3 days and went in 2 hours late on Thursday. Here are a few pictures Jessica took of the storm last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29V2IlprBI/AAAAAAAAAps/V0z3go0GCzw/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435657663766178834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29V2IlprBI/AAAAAAAAAps/V0z3go0GCzw/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mom's front porch. The snow is so pretty at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29VjF9deEI/AAAAAAAAApk/F9NzR7QhOfw/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435657336643221570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29VjF9deEI/AAAAAAAAApk/F9NzR7QhOfw/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica's car was buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29VTtBzeOI/AAAAAAAAApc/tnvWwIXIwm8/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435657072252516578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29VTtBzeOI/AAAAAAAAApc/tnvWwIXIwm8/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The children were scheduled to go back to school Friday. Then it happened we were hit yet with another storm. I think we got about 6 more inches. They are calling for another to come through Tuesday and Wednesday. I think we are all getting cabin fever. Eleni is out of school again tomorrow and I get to go in 2 hrs late. I like the extra sleep. :) Here are a few more pictures Jessica took of this past storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29U2qUuNLI/AAAAAAAAApU/5A-NgpL-wiU/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656573310350514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29U2qUuNLI/AAAAAAAAApU/5A-NgpL-wiU/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture. The birds have really enjoyed this feeder the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29Ud-T-rMI/AAAAAAAAApM/m_jUXFJoGoI/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656149179215042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29Ud-T-rMI/AAAAAAAAApM/m_jUXFJoGoI/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29UKF7gXTI/AAAAAAAAApE/OztUqRcY6UE/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435655807626665266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29UKF7gXTI/AAAAAAAAApE/OztUqRcY6UE/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so upset on my breaks and lunch I would try to read every one's blogs. A lot of computers were getting viruses and they blocked all personal pages. I was so upset. I used to love my down time and reading. Now I am going to have to make time at nights to visit everyone. Have I mentioned yet just how much I miss my own computer! Jessica will occasionally let me borrow her computer but it's not the same. I hope you all have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3545330089301900956?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3545330089301900956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3545330089301900956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3545330089301900956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3545330089301900956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-21.html' title='She&apos;s 21!'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S29W1poJvJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WAZKikKzecc/s72-c/IMG_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8732885833068512352</id><published>2010-01-21T21:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:22:45.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook, Pets, and Kidneys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I said I was going to get better about posting more. Time just goes by so fast. Last weekend I went with the girls back to the river to scrapbook. I didn't get as much done as I would have liked but it was still a great get away. I did manage to start 2008 now to finish. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my friends Gwen always bring her two little pups Annie and Gretel to the river. They are cute little schnauzers. While we were there Annie seemed as if she was starting to feel bad. We were sitting around and next thing I knew Annie just fell of the sofa. She appeared to be stretching but just tumbled over. Seems poor Annie had a stroke right in front of us. She was partially paralyzed on her right side. She wasn't 100% but seemed as if she was getting some feeling back and strength. I sent a text to Gwen Sunday and she said Annie was doing a little better. I was so shocked when I sent her a text Tuesday to see what the vet had to say only to be told Annie was now in doggie heaven. Seems she had a tumor the size of a grape fruit and her heart rate dropped from 60 to 20 in a matter of minutes. Gwen's sister Teresa went and met her as Gwen made that hard decision. She didn't want to see Annie suffer. I know Gwen is hurting because she loved Annie like it was her child. My heart goes out to her and Gretel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I got back home Sunday I was met by my own little pup Abby. Daddy took her to get a much needed hair cut. She looks so good. I know she has to feel better. I just had to post pictures. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S1kQ_a4oMDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SEaJlxtoqTI/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S1kQ_a4oMDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SEaJlxtoqTI/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429389507506483250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S1kQ-3FbiaI/AAAAAAAAAos/l8icT-adpaw/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S1kQ-3FbiaI/AAAAAAAAAos/l8icT-adpaw/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429389497896503714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This past Monday was a special day for us. Ray has been blessed with his kidney for nine years. He actually had a dr appointment that day and was told  his kidney function is great. If only his heart would get on the same page. Ray still has the pains in his legs if he walks or stands a lot. I can tell he also tires faster now.  Over all he are very thankful he is doing as well as he is considering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you all have a great weekend. Stay dry and warm!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8732885833068512352?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8732885833068512352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8732885833068512352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8732885833068512352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8732885833068512352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrapbook-pets-and-kidneys.html' title='Scrapbook, Pets, and Kidneys'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/S1kQ_a4oMDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SEaJlxtoqTI/s72-c/IMG_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7290039128882366445</id><published>2010-01-12T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:14:39.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It sure has been cold. Rumor is we may thaw out a bit this weekend. They say 50's in VA come Thursday. I am so excited I am so ready for Spring. Seems like since the holidays are gone the cold weather should be as well. We already had a nice snow this year so I am done. I don't mind the cold when I can stay in and curl up with a blanket  and watch Lifetime movies all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funny how much you can change in a year. When I was laid off last year I didn't enjoy it at all it was so stressful knowing what was to come. This year I am working and feeling less stressed as I am looking forward of what's to come. We have been house hunting but no luck yet. Boy rent has really went up a lot. Our goal is to stay in the same school district for Eleni. I am praying we just can find something we can afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm off to the river again this weekend with the ladies  for another scrapping weekend. I hope to get a lot done. Last go around I finished 2007 now to start 2008. I am looking forward to just losing myself in my pictures and memories. Maybe we will even watch a few movies. Anything goes no schedules and we eat when and if we want. It's so relaxing and quiet. I wish I could take you all with me. I will be sure to check back in and let you know how my weekend went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7290039128882366445?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7290039128882366445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7290039128882366445' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7290039128882366445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7290039128882366445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/01/freezing.html' title='Freezing...'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4715119291268570591</id><published>2010-01-01T18:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:27:14.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6DLrIS1pI/AAAAAAAAAn0/5Uid2WsbOXU/s1600-h/100_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello and Happy New Year to you all. I haven't posted in what seems like forever. I wish I could say I had a good excuse but all I can say is life has kept me busy. I have missed blogging so I am going to try to do better this year. I have enjoyed catching up with every one's blogs and all the beautiful pictures. I really missed my tree and decor this year but we had a nice Christmas all the same. We cut back a lot this year for two reason's one money and two no where to put anything. We were very blessed my good friend Teresa and her hubby Tom let us use there house at the river to have a family Christmas. It was cold but great. We ate good and watched a lot of movies. The girls enjoyed having there own space for a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421915237979969170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6DLrIS1pI/AAAAAAAAAn0/5Uid2WsbOXU/s320/100_1463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6DLaBzaBI/AAAAAAAAAns/9E7wJArp6eo/s1600-h/100_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421915233389340690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6DLaBzaBI/AAAAAAAAAns/9E7wJArp6eo/s320/100_1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6C37XV7jI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2D3IeEOfbd4/s1600-h/100_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421914898740670002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6C37XV7jI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2D3IeEOfbd4/s320/100_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a very relaxing and enjoyable weekend even Abby enjoyed Christmas at the river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On our last morning there Abby woke Jessica up to go potty. She took some of the most beautiful pictures of the sun coming up. The view is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6C3Yr9hDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/u7--X-iJh-E/s1600-h/100_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421914889431909426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6C3Yr9hDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/u7--X-iJh-E/s320/100_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6CiH6tK3I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ECqKlDSUrBo/s1600-h/100_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421914524153097074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6CiH6tK3I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ECqKlDSUrBo/s320/100_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just wanted to update you on a few things. Ray spoke to SS we should be hearing something from them real soon. I am still at my job. We are under new management not that I didn't like my old manager but I really like the new one. I am trying to learn as much as I can so hopefully I can transfer within and make more money. Ray and I have been looking for a house wish us luck. I am very excited about 2010 and what it may have to offer. Ray and I stayed in last night and the girls went out. I love the New Year's and being surrounded by friends but it was nice ringing it in on the quiet side. This year I want to stress less enjoy life more and MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6Ch626lNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yZBhvE8WTW8/s1600-h/100_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4715119291268570591?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4715119291268570591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4715119291268570591' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4715119291268570591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4715119291268570591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sz6DLrIS1pI/AAAAAAAAAn0/5Uid2WsbOXU/s72-c/100_1463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3241181632061135263</id><published>2009-11-12T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:36:48.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Wow it's been forever since I last posted. I don't get to read and post like I used to but I try to stop in when I can. Since my last post I have been back to the river and I finished my scrapbook for 2007. I was determined to finish and let me tell you lack of sleep this past weekend has gotten the best of me BUT I finished. Now to catch up and do 2008 and 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe it's been 6 months since we had to move into my Mom's. Can I say I am thankful and grateful but it's been a long 6 months. I keep hoping and praying that we can still move before the holidays not sure I can pull it off but we are still praying. Still no word on Ray's SS. All they say when he calls or goes in person is it is still pending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been on my job now almost 5 months and I never thought I would make it. I still don't like my job but I am just thankful to have one. I am hoping when my six months comes around I can post out into another department. Which will mean no phones hopefully and more money! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Several have asked about Eleni. She is doing as well as to be expected for a 16 year old. She has her days where she knows there is a light at the end of the tunnel. She has managed to keep her grades up and goes to school everyday. It's very hard for her she misses her room and her things. I am blessed to have such great understanding girls. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am looking forward to seeing upcoming Christmas pictures of every one's home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3241181632061135263?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3241181632061135263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3241181632061135263' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3241181632061135263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3241181632061135263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-all.html' title='Hello All'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2450166080286247652</id><published>2009-10-12T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:55:02.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like forever since I have posted. I felt like my blog was becoming too sad and decided to not post unless I have something happy to share. This past weekend I went back to my friends Teresa's house on the river. The weather was perfect and the view from her picture window is to die for! We did some serious scrap booking this weekend. I completed 29 pages and have almost finished 2007. LOL! I'm still behind a year and some but that's ok I'm getting there. We ate home made soup and scraped away. It's so nice just getting away and leaving the stress behind even if it's just for a weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/StPbB0MQbaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Fkt5FSvxSl4/s320/175_1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391894003129019810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/StPbP1Q99eI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PS5n6r2qBwk/s320/175_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391894243935385058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what you see when you look out Teresa's picture window.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/StPb7N3GM9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/x2KFtVZO5zM/s320/175_1216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391894989272134610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the ping pong table we scrap book on. It's covered with scrap book stuff from top to bottom. This is Teresa and Robin taking a break.  We had a great weekend and will be going back again next month. Maybe then I can finish 07! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here is an update on things. We are still at my Mom's which has been way too long for us and her! Still no word on Ray's SS. We are trying to hang in there and pray everyday things get better and we can move. Thanks too all of you who have stuck by me and to those who have started following my blog. I try to stop and read your blogs and comment when I can. I have been blessed with so many great blog buddies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2450166080286247652?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2450166080286247652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2450166080286247652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2450166080286247652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2450166080286247652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/StPbB0MQbaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Fkt5FSvxSl4/s72-c/175_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-659640704116079648</id><published>2009-09-21T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:52:24.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall to All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I had some pictures to share but I didn't take a camera with me this past weekend.  My dear friend Teresa emailed me about a week ago and invited me to her river house this past weekend. Teresa was having her Mom and the Red Hat Ladies down for a mini retreat and she invited her sister Gwen and I to come and help out. When I got there Friday they had already eaten but I did make it in time to help clean up. Then afterwards we sat outside by the fire.  There were 8 Red Hat Ladies and then Teresa and I there for the night. The weather was gorgeous! We slept with doors and windows opened as the breeze off the river knocked us all out. Most of the ladies were up very early to watch the sun rise over the river. I chose to skip this part. :) They had a quick bite of breakfast and they were off to Smithfield for lunch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Red Hat Ladies were so sweet and such a delight to meet. It was an honor to have met each and everyone of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday after the ladies left Teresa and I sat around and just relaxed awhile. It was so nice and once again the weather was to die for! You could just smell Fall in the air. Then later in the day we finally pulled out the scrapbook stuff. We didn't get a lot done because we were just enjoying the peaceful relaxing environment. It's definitely a great place to just get away if even for a day! We are supposed to get together again in 2 weeks. I have my finger and toes crossed I love it there and ALWAYS enjoy the company of Teresa and Gwen! There is nothing better than spending time with good friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My weekend was so relaxing. I think it was something I not only wanted to do but needed to do! I have been very stressed and tensed lately by the time Saturday came around I felt like my old self again. Teresa will never know how much that invitation meant to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a little update which really isn't one. Still no word on Ray's disability. I told him even if he doesn't get it I still would rather he not work. I know we need the money but I also know a full time job takes a lot out of him and I'd like to keep him around for awhile. I'm still hanging in there with my job. I don't like it but it's a job and sometimes you just have to do things you don't like to do. I have put the word out there that I am looking and have friends looking out for me. I'm just going to stay focused on the light at the end of the tunnel. I am so hoping we have our own place before the holidays. I guess that about sums it up for now. I hope you all are enjoying this beautiful Fall weather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-659640704116079648?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/659640704116079648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=659640704116079648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/659640704116079648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/659640704116079648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-fall-to-all.html' title='Happy Fall to All'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1954943038757128925</id><published>2009-09-13T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:00:48.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems as if I post less and less. I still try to read &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;every ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; posts and comment when I can. I can't believe the summer is gone and fall is fast approaching. I can only hope the new season will bring great things to me and my family. I am looking forward to the day I can post on here I am moving. I miss decorating and even cleaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni is doing better since school started. She still misses her own space and most of all her music. She has definitely been a great trooper through all of this and has made me proud. Jessica is also with us and been great as well. She is working more hours and helping us as well. I have been blessed with 2 wonderful beautiful girls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I love all the pictures everyone posts but I am also loving the recipes. Thanks so much ladies sometimes I get tired of the same old same old. My goal is to learn how to make home made spaghetti sauce and stuffed cabbage. Please share any recipes you may have. Once again thanks to all who stop by your comments go further than you could ever imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1954943038757128925?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1954943038757128925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1954943038757128925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1954943038757128925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1954943038757128925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7247047571713692175</id><published>2009-08-30T17:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:32:44.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't posted in awhile mostly because I don't have any good news or bad news to share. It's been 4 months and we are still at my Mom's. When we moved in we thought it was going to be for just a few weeks. I had no idea those weeks would now be months. I tell myself everyday we are blessed to have a roof over our heads, food in our belly's and most of all Ray's medicine. We are lucky to have what we have when so many have nothing. I know I am appreciating the simple things in life that I once took for granted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni has been a real trooper through all of this until the other day. She finally had her breakdown and the tears flowed. She said she just missed having her own room and her stuff. I held back the tears and looked over at Ray and could see he was also holding his back. I think that's the hardest part about all of this is seeing her so sad. I tell her what I tell myself everyday in time we will have our own place again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to all of you who stop by and read my blog. You will never know how much your comments and even personal emails mean. Some days those kind words go further than you think. :) I hope you all had another blessed weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7247047571713692175?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7247047571713692175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7247047571713692175' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7247047571713692175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7247047571713692175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again...'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3879282001308803400</id><published>2009-08-09T15:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:32:42.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Colors of Eleni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of you out there have daughters do they feel the need to change there hair all of the time? Eleni asked me at the beginning of the summer could she get high lights. I told her when I had the extra money. She looks really good with them. She spent the night with a friend and called home and asked could the friends Mom put in the high lights. I thought about it and said sure. Well, they were not high lights it was straight color. Needless to say Eleni and her friend actually did one anothers hair. Eleni put a blond on her brown hair and ended up with a strawberry blond colored hair. It was so not her. When enough time passed she asked could she color it back brown. I was more than happy to help her. Unfortunately the light brown really took to her hair and made it a dark brown. I actually think I like it better dark. This is the many faces or colors should I put it of Eleni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sn8dR22UdaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VarJP83gCxA/s320/IMG_7034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368041473467250082" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni and her natural color hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sn8dejz_v6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/v6yWAMY-tzg/s320/IMG_7225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368041691695529890" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni with her strawberry blond hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sn8d60tYTjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ASftkUdiHCU/s320/IMG_7401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368042177267519026" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni after we dyed her hair. So which color do you like it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't have a lot to write about this week. Life is the same basically. We are trying to learn to take things one day at a time. I still have my job which I'm not crazy about but I am very lucky to have one. So many people are losing so much due to the economy. They say things are getting better but I have yet to really see it. I think it's going to take this Country a long time to recover from all of this. If you didn't see Tammy's post Friday over at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://countrygirlathome/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Country Girl at Home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; then you should check it out. Even if you don't agree with her you have to give her credit for standing by her beliefs! Tammy is a real person and she doesn't change for anyone. Thank God we live in a Country where we can be and believe what we want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend. It's been really hot here in Virginia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3879282001308803400?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3879282001308803400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3879282001308803400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3879282001308803400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3879282001308803400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-colors-of-eleni.html' title='The Many Colors of Eleni'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sn8dR22UdaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VarJP83gCxA/s72-c/IMG_7034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7688998754646117533</id><published>2009-08-03T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:21:12.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;My job ca be stressful especially with everything else going on. Last week I was having an awful day at work and 5 o'clock could not get here fast enough. I just wanted to come home and go to bed. I came home and on my bed was a package. Linda from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://behindmyreddoorblogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind My Red Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; sent me a wonderful surprise. My eyes filled with tears and heart filled with joy. I soon forgot how bad my day had been and I was smiling from ear to ear. Thanks so much Linda you are the best! They look even better in person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Snd5PqMNmqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/56S77zeWmXA/s320/164_1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365890790965746338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for such a short post but I don't have a lot to write about this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7688998754646117533?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7688998754646117533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7688998754646117533' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7688998754646117533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7688998754646117533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-wonderful-surprise.html' title='What a Wonderful Surprise'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Snd5PqMNmqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/56S77zeWmXA/s72-c/164_1198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1706614053791438599</id><published>2009-07-27T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:59:58.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seem to be sticking to the once a week post. The main reason is because I don't have a lot to share. It's been 3 long months and we are still here at my Mom's. I had no idea we would ever be here this long. I'm starting to worry we may never get out. I know we will but it's taking a lot longer than I thought. I just don't make enough to take on rent and utilities along with our other bills. So once again I am learning a lot of patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did however finish my re dos. I really enjoy going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; and TS. I am having so much fun hunting for that perfect item and for the right price. I am happy to say everything I have bought has cost me less than $20. The sad part is now I have to put them in storage. I can't really buy too much because I don't have any room left in my storage and my Mom's house is already packed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362925356272614098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmzwMpGQetI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QdzE_MStMWE/s320/IMG_7406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I decided to paint the sconces black along with the shelf. You really can't tell where I distressed things in the pictures. The old wooden spoons I stained to make them look aged. I love the cutting board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362925989632148994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Smzwxgi8BgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6K3nF5Rb-V4/s320/IMG_7407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't wait to use this little tote. I love it. This cutting board and bowl also turned out just the way I wanted. I can't wait to use this bowl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362926449771973426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmzxMSs0izI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1hiQFAVKGE4/s320/IMG_7408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My goal was to cover the heart with a star but I couldn't find one that could do the job. I may just have to live with it. This cutting board looks the best as far as looking old. It showed every mark ever made on it. The jars well I found the big one and had to have it. I want to display our collection of golf balls in it. I seen this idea in the last CS issue except they had a much larger jar filled with baseballs. Every since then I have been looking for a jar. When we went to another TS there was a smaller one just like it so of course I had to have it also. I painted the lids black. The pink you are seeing is the rubber rings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927900203329378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Smzygt-mp2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MXCGRSKcn_0/s320/IMG_7410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are my latest finds. All they needed was washing. The blue jar has an eagle on the front and the 1776 -1976 logo on it. Not sure if either jar is old but I still love them. The crock I think used to have a candle in it. I bought it mostly because I loved the color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929055253436866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Smzzj84AmcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/N0sUJIqC2zA/s320/IMG_7405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least. Ray found this sign. It was hard to get a picture because it's so big. I think there was another part but I am happy with just part of this warehouse sign. I hope my new house is big enough for all my new goodies and such a huge sign. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that's it for this past week. I hope everyone had a great weekend and I will most likely see you next week. Thanks for all of your kind comments and for always inspiring me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1706614053791438599?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1706614053791438599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1706614053791438599' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1706614053791438599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1706614053791438599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months.html' title='3 MONTHS'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmzwMpGQetI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QdzE_MStMWE/s72-c/IMG_7406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3651161608401613751</id><published>2009-07-19T18:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:25:58.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's to Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you choose to be a stay at home Mom why can't you put that on your resume? Seems unfair that all that experience you get being home raising your children day in and day out can't be put on a resume. When I was job searching my resume really didn't stand out. I didn't have a degree or years of work history. I was a stay at home Mom for many years and when my children were grown I started seriously thinking about the next step in my life. I started volunteering at Eleni's  elementary school and I loved it. I did this for a couple of years and then I started volunteering more often in hopes it would lead to a job. Before that happened I was offered my last job at Wachovia. I was torn at first and some days regret my decision because I loved the school so much. When it came time to do my resume none of that mattered. So my question is who's to say I can't do the same job as someone who has worked all their life. I have seen a lot of great people over looked because they just weren't given a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many have asked how I like my job. Well, all I can say is I am thankful I have a job. Today's job market is so tough that when your resume just doesn't pop then you are sometimes forced to do things you don't like. I will try to learn as much as I can and hopefully it will eventually lead to something I really like. My philosophy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;now is "IT IS WHAT IT IS!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still no word on Ray's SS. They did call to verify they had the right address so I am hoping that means we will hear something soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     *************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been trying to keep my mind busy lately. I would really like to scrap book but their isn't any room here for all my stuff and I can't find anyone who would like to get together and scrap book. So I had to find something else to do. So what does every prim woman like to do? You got it go to the GW and TS. I have been going on Saturdays looking for some things to redo. I have bought a few things but now I need to finish them. I have them painted and now I need to prim them up. Here are my latest purchases. My next post I hope to have completed pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmOodTn6g1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/1t9gzTqFQaE/s320/IMG_7077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313202938381138" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmOoysoaFHI/AAAAAAAAAko/uFdd2GeBswk/s320/IMG_7228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313570428589170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmOpBzQYuII/AAAAAAAAAkw/BiWxTVDg3VI/s320/173_1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313829904922754" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3651161608401613751?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3651161608401613751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3651161608401613751' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3651161608401613751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3651161608401613751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-to-say.html' title='Who&apos;s to Say?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SmOodTn6g1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/1t9gzTqFQaE/s72-c/IMG_7077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5624914808370784183</id><published>2009-07-09T21:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:50:25.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe my baby is 16. Today Eleni turned sweet 16. It seems like yesterday she was this beautiful little baby girl with blond fuzz and a perfectly round head. She was tiny forever and then she started to grow and she was a baby no more. I miss those innocent little girl ways but I am also very proud of the young woman she is becoming! Although she didn't get her real birthday wish I think over all she enjoyed her day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus. She is a huge fan so when it came time to get a cake we couldn't resist the Hannah Montana Cake. Thanks to Big Sis Jessica who went and got Eleni's cake while I was at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SlacYAy13vI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RJLwDEGfDQ8/s320/IMG_7222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640743147822834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Slacf54zf-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/5748FzzeNpE/s320/IMG_7224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640878732738530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SlacrsHrE1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/672NZkddqz8/s320/IMG_7227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356641081195434834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They grow up so fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my last post I said how much I love summer. BUT I am so loving the Fall crafts everyone is sharing. When I do move I am going to have so many new ideas thanks ladies! :) I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5624914808370784183?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5624914808370784183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5624914808370784183' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5624914808370784183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5624914808370784183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-16.html' title='SWEET 16'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SlacYAy13vI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RJLwDEGfDQ8/s72-c/IMG_7222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4691753706492191346</id><published>2009-07-05T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:33:40.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; have to admit I love summer. I laugh when I see the count down to fall over on Linda's blog (Behind My Red Door). I am the opposite it makes me sad because I love summer and all that goes with it. Yes, that means even the heat! Plus I am a huge fan of the 4th. I love all the fire works, cook outs and togetherness that is associated with the 4th. In the past I always had the huge 4th bash. We always had the pool ready and the fire works popping. Things are really different for us this year. Jessica had to work and Ray, Eleni and I went walking around the mall and stores. There was no cook out just an early dinner at Arby's. It was a little sad because it seemed everyone had plans but us. I guess there is always next year! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you know last week was my birthday and a good one it was not. My friend Donna took me to lunch but I felt so rushed. Then work really stressed me out that day. I came home curled up in the bed and cried myself to sleep. It was probably the worst birthday I can remember. I think the stress of work and not having my own home just all got to me and I had to let it out. I did return back to work on Monday. It's getting easier but it's still a lot to remember and learn. I'm just doing the best I can. On a good note should something happen and I lose my job again I will have a lot to add to my resume. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know there is nothing greater than coming home and having a package waiting for you. I came home Tuesday and I had a package from Tammy(Country Girl At Home) and  her daughter Joy (Doodlebug). They sent me the cutest stitchery with the greatest saying. I have to add Tammy has been such a great friend to me through all of this. She emails me often and always lets me vent. I so appreciate her friendship! She has been my angel and the stitchery she sent me describes what her friendship has meant to me! They also included the cutest prim card. I love it! Thanks again Tammy and Joy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SlEKv9a-zWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jLHTSSDvEFE/s320/164_0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355073250978090338" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It says Friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. Thanks Tammy for always helping me back up on my feet. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is an update on Ray. He went to the cardioligist this past Monday. They said to give them the name of who is in charge of his SS claim so they can help rush it along. That was great news. Then they informed him that after his stroke in 07 when they did a doppler of his neck it showed some blockage on one side of his neck but it wasn't too serious. They are ordering another doppler to check the status of that blockage and to see if there is any blockages on the other side of his neck. They also said the test he did in May on his legs showed some blockages as well. They are not too serious but they told Ray to avoid long walks or being on his legs for long periods of time. I think Ray is going to have to take it easy and do what he is told or things could get much worse. I just hope that SS kicks in soon so we can get back on our feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I think that's all of the updates I have to share. I so enjoyed everyones Americana decor  for the 4th. I hope you all had a great holiday and made a lot of new memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4691753706492191346?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4691753706492191346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4691753706492191346' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4691753706492191346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4691753706492191346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-summer-time.html' title='Sweet Summer Time'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SlEKv9a-zWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jLHTSSDvEFE/s72-c/164_0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5194813099664591831</id><published>2009-06-25T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:49:45.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's been 2 months now and I'm really missing my own place. As I have said before you never know how much you miss something until it's gone. What do I miss the most my own quiet place. There is nowhere to go here and just enjoy a quiet moment. Even if you go to the bathroom you can bet someone is going to need in. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work is going &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Wow, so much too learn. I work for a great company called VA Premier. We are a HMO for Medicaid. I am on the phone for 8 hours a day verifying information for the providers or helping the members with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;pcp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; changes etc.. The first few days were awful. I absolutely hated it and almost wanted to cry a few times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I knew no matter what I would not quit. Well, long story short the person training me was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; but made me very uncomfortable. They were out today and someone else sat in with me today and what a difference a trainer can make. My nerves were calmer and I actually had a much better day. I think once I get everything down I will feel better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow I will be another year older. I think back to where I was a year ago and wonder where will I be a year from now. I can only hope and pray things just get better from here on and that my birthday is just the beginning. I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;definetly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; learning to be more patient. I will say these past few months have really changed me and my whole family. We have learned to be more thankful for what we have and know we can live without a lot of our wants. Now I will focus on what's yet to come. Thanks again for always including me and my family in your prayers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5194813099664591831?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5194813099664591831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5194813099664591831' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5194813099664591831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5194813099664591831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8565806176730228415</id><published>2009-06-19T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:25:17.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I feel like I haven't left a post in forever. Thanks to everyone for all the best wishes on my new job. I feel very blessed to have a job especially in this economy but I was really blessed to get a job with such a great company. I feel a little overwhelmed right now there is so much to learn. It's a very fast paced environment. I just hope I catch on quick and my typing skills improve. I'm sure I will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; once I get the hang of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, still no word on Ray's SS. I have heard these things can take awhile but once again I don't have a lot of patience. I'm hoping they will reinstate him. If that all falls into place then maybe we can get us another place. We had to go by our storage shed yesterday to get me some more clothes and shoes for work. I actually got a little teary eyed. I miss my stuff so much. That may sound a little odd but to see everything you own boxed up is really heart wrenching. I know that God has a plan and I need to be patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have so enjoyed seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Americana decor. I am so jealous and impressed at what you all do with those little flags. I'm getting so many great ideas so keep them coming! I am still trying to read your blogs and I hope to post more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8565806176730228415?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8565806176730228415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8565806176730228415' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8565806176730228415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8565806176730228415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4491124553791803946</id><published>2009-06-11T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:02:26.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday! Can you hear me singing? Can you see me smiling? I got it yes I got the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I got the call today and I start next Tuesday. I am so excited I got a job and it is Monday-Friday with great benefits and the pay is not to bad either. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to all of you for sticking by me. I started this blog after I lost my job last year. I never knew I would be so blessed with so many new friends. If it weren't for your kind words and your own blogs I think I would have lost my mind some days. I may not be able to post or comment daily like I have been but I will definitely be checking in from time to time. You know how it is once an addict always an addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow we are driving Jessica's car to Greensboro NC. She won VIP tickets to see Taylor Swift she is taking her sister with her to the concert. Jessica was getting a hotel room because she didn't want to drive back to VA after the concert. She talked her Dad into driving her car and we will just hang out at the hotel while they are at the concert. If anyone knows of any great shops in that area please share. It will be nice to do some window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4670668136184599161-4491124553791803946?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4491124553791803946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4491124553791803946' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4491124553791803946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4491124553791803946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-89434866531813072</id><published>2009-06-09T00:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:42:29.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing Your Heart On Your Sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I wish for once I could post some good news or just some happy thoughts. Seems lately I have been wearing my heart on my sleeve. I feel myself getting angered by things that usually wouldn't bother me. Seems like the support I had from friends is slowly fading away. I feel really alone as if I'm a stranger on the outside looking in. It's been a stressful time with all the life changes but then there are the everyday life issues we have to deal with as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been really worried about Eleni doing well on exams and SOL's. She has 3 exams left but I'm happy to report she will pass everything for the year. Which is a big deal considering Science and History have been really tough for her. This time of year is also a reminder of my Nanny passing away on the 10th which has left me really emotional lately. Although it will be 2 years I still miss her and I would give anything to just see her one more time. Watching her take that last breath is something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is usually my favorite season. I love the hot weather and longer days. If I was ever feeling down I would usually go outside and escape by my pool. I would spend every spare moment by that pool. It was like my own little vacation spot most of the time. I am missing that pool more than I ever imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess I just don't know where I fit in anymore. I feel like I am lost and can't find my way home. I was praying for guidance but now I pray for patience. Still no word on the job or Ray's SS. It's just getting harder as each day passes. I mentioned that I really wanted a job for my birthday. Eleni's birthday is in July and she told me all she wants is a house for her birthday. I sure hope one of us gets our wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I watched Marley and Me. Great movie but a real tear jerker. I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-89434866531813072?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/89434866531813072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=89434866531813072' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/89434866531813072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/89434866531813072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/wearing-your-heart-on-your-sleeve.html' title='Wearing Your Heart On Your Sleeve'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5270675295023980617</id><published>2009-06-04T18:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:59:00.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will and June Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SihQYIBbYYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6mgTjMI_3DE/s1600-h/IMG_7077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SihQYIBbYYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6mgTjMI_3DE/s200/IMG_7077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343609333275648386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally found something at the GW. Our prices here are not as good but for $3.50 I am pleased. I think I will just stain the cutting board a little darker. I'm not crazy about the hole in it so if you have any suggestions. :) The bowl I think I will paint. I was thinking a blue or mustard what color yellow do you use? I originally thought a red and stained but I want to put it on top of the red table bench Tammy sent me so I want it to stand out. Once again opened to suggestions. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still no word on the job. They said it could take up to 2 weeks. I'm not very good at waiting. In my last post I mentioned that a job is what I want for my birthday. A lot of you have birthday's in June. Mine is the 26th when is yours?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that note I wanted to mention my friend Donna. She was the one who got me the interview. Anyway her birthday is the 6th so I wanted to wish her a very Happy Birthday. Can you believe it she's 29 again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5270675295023980617?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5270675295023980617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5270675295023980617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5270675295023980617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5270675295023980617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-will-and-june-birthdays.html' title='Good Will and June Birthdays'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SihQYIBbYYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6mgTjMI_3DE/s72-c/IMG_7077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1554820904213585862</id><published>2009-06-02T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:59:28.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I had my interview yesterday. WOW they drilled me or so it seemed. My interview was with a group of 3 people and about 12 questions. With each question you also had to give an example. I think I did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;fairly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; well and I made sure to follow up with a thank you email. My old boss/friend Donna got me me the interview and she was asked about me after the interview she really spoke highly of me. I am so thankful to have a friend like her. Now it's a waiting game. They are still interviewing so it may be two weeks before I hear back from them. Until then life goes on and I am still looking and putting in applications. Thank you all for your support. I will keep you posted. My birthday is this month and all I want is a job. I know once I get a job the rest will fall into place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1554820904213585862?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1554820904213585862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1554820904213585862' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1554820904213585862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1554820904213585862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6180622276695216866</id><published>2009-05-30T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:46:28.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK-YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to start my post today with a huge THANK-YOU. You are all so wonderful. I love reading every ones blogs and looking at your decorating pictures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to admit it's the kind comments you all leave me that are helping me through this difficult time. Your comments make me smile and also put tears in my eyes. Who knew strangers could be nicer than your own family and friends. I have been so blessed to have gotten to know each and every one of you. I have a bit of good news to share today. Monday at 3pm I have an interview. It may be just part time but the pay is good and it would be great just to get my foot in the door. So please if you have time will you please include me in your prayers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We still haven't heard anything about the test they ran on Ray's legs. I am assuming if they had found anything we would have heard by now. Jessica is almost chigger free and Abby is getting better each day. Eleni is just anxiously waiting for school to end. Just two weeks left! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny no matter what you may be going through life goes on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh one last thing I am so loving all the Americana decor pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6180622276695216866?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6180622276695216866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6180622276695216866' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6180622276695216866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6180622276695216866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='THANK-YOU'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1383983063710148079</id><published>2009-05-27T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:11:18.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello everyone. It seems like I haven't blogged in a month. Speaking of a month it has now been a month since we have moved into my Mom's. Just let me say you don't realize what you have until it's gone. I am trying very hard to keep a positive outlook but it gets harder as each day passes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Friday Ray went for the ultra sound on his legs. They didn't tell us anything except they would pass the test results on to his doctor. We still haven't heard from them so I am hoping no news is good news. I will keep you posted as we get more information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to go to SC and visit Ray's brother and his family over the holiday weekend. It was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; trip for me. I think I think too much about things and it's hard to relax and really enjoy myself. Ray and the girls had a good time. Poor Abby got fleas while we were there and they have tore her skin up. As soon as we got back to VA we went to the vet and got her something for the fleas. I'm not sure if it was just fleas because she has dug and scratched until her skin is raw and bleeding. If it doesn't get better by tomorrow night I'm taking her to the vet Friday. Jessica said the mosquitoes were eating her up. Yesterday she said those mosquitoes bit me through my clothes all over. Well, after a closer look it wasn't mosquitoes she has chiggers. I don't know who's scratching more Jessica or Abby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left SC Tuesday morning about 6AM. I guess about an hour and a half into our journey home it started to rain. The girls had fallen asleep in the back seat and Ray and I were just talking. There wasn't a lot of traffic but as we were driving a white mini van went by us in the passing lane. In a matter of seconds that van was spinning all around right in front of us and headed straight for us then it flew across our lane off the road into a wooded area. Ray pulled over to check on them and we called 911. I am happy to say other than being really shook up a young couple climbed out of the van and seemed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. By now the rain was really coming down and while we were making sure this couple was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;  right before our eyes another car did the exact same thing just a few feet ahead of us except they went off the road into the woods on the other side of the street. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if that wasn't enough a third car hit that same spot and did the same thing but came across and into the woods on the side of the road we were on. I was shaking and could not believe what I was seeing. It was obvious we were in a bad spot so we decided to leave. I felt so bad because we had to leave but I couldn't put my own children at risk. I told Ray we were so blessed because that could have easily been us. I couldn't believe the amount of people who passed us and NO ONE stopped but us to offer help. I just hope and pray that no one else was hurt that day. I don't know if there was something on the road or if they hydro planed but it was like watching a movie. I have never seen anything like that in my life all 3 within in minutes. I had a hard time going to sleep last night I kept seeing those cars over and over every time I closed my eyes. I just kept thinking how lucky we were to arrive home safely!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed there holiday weekend. I am so happy Summer is here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1383983063710148079?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1383983063710148079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1383983063710148079' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1383983063710148079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1383983063710148079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5346361438674104854</id><published>2009-05-18T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:53:50.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really May?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The weather here is so cool and windy it feels more like March. It's beautiful outside just a little chilly for May. I hope everyone had a nice weekend. I don't have a lot to share this week either. We are still living with my Mom and still unemployed. I will be so glad when I can posts some good news! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only have about a month left of school and then we could be facing some big life decisions. Ray's brother and his wife have offered us a place to stay until we can get back on our feet. They live in SC and my Dad has offered to help us find a place by him in Penn. We are considering a move just not sure if it will be north or south. I will keep you all posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ray has a an appointment Friday to have a test ran on his leg. He's been having some cramping when he walks so they are checking to make sure he doesn't any blood clots in his leg. Then we see the cardiologist June 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It may be awhile before he gets disability so that will also play a part in if we move. The next month should be a busy one for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So do any of you have any fun plans for the Holiday weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5346361438674104854?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5346361438674104854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5346361438674104854' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5346361438674104854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5346361438674104854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-really-may.html' title='Is it really May?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4669374500107691406</id><published>2009-05-12T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:35:57.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm sad to say not a lot going on here. I am still looking for a job and we are still working on Ray's disability. He went to the Dr Monday and informed them he was going to try to get back on disability. One Dr's comment was you are too young. Well, last time I checked he was way too young to have all the health issues he has. I'm not sure what age has to do with any of this but Ray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;definetly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; does not have the body of a normal 40 year old. He has upcoming appointments to see the cardiologist and an upcoming test to have his leg checked. The leg they took the vein out for the bypass has been cramping and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;achey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; lately so they are going to make sure he doesn't have any blood clots in it. See what I mean it's always something. I just hope we get a break somewhere soon. I am thankful we have my Mother to stay with but as I said before there's no place like home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I put in an application at the Children's Hospital here in Richmond. When I was a baby I had a birth mark that would grow as I did. It was the size of a dime and quickly became the size of a quarter. I spent 13 years in and out of Children's Hospital having plastic surgery. I am proud to say all I have is a scar I could have a birth mark that covered my face if it weren't for the wonderful Dr's at Children's Hospital. What a wonderful place to not only work but make a difference in someones life like they made in mine. I still have a lot of fond memories there and would welcome some new ones. It asked on the application why did you apply and I was proud to click other and type in I was once a patient. You never know it may get me in the door. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I have been unemployed now for a little over 6 months and I still to this day miss my old job. I wonder if that feeling will ever go away? It's sad when you have a job you like and work with people you love and someone higher up decides that you can't have that anymore. Seems so sad that there is no such thing as job security anymore. What happened to the good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;' days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4669374500107691406?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4669374500107691406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4669374500107691406' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4669374500107691406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4669374500107691406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-83299681921139468</id><published>2009-05-06T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:19:34.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok here is another update. I think I've had enough already. Ray just can not keep a job. Some because of the economy and some because of his health. We went to Social Security today to reapply for disability for him. He has a Dr.'s appointment Monday in the renal clinic. We need to talk to his doctor about agreeing this would be in his best interest. I know in my heart he would be better off not working no matter how bad we need the money right now. I would think after 2 kidney transplants and a quadruple bypass he should be qualified. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am still hoping for a letter to receive an extension on my unemployment. I feel like I could just throw in the towel but I'm very hopeful everything is going to work out. Thanks for your comments they really help more than you know. A kind word goes a long way. Thanks to all of your blogs for helping me forget my problems a little each day. I have to admit I'm a little jealous I so want to tweak or redo something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-83299681921139468?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/83299681921139468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=83299681921139468' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/83299681921139468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/83299681921139468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6111778451102682402</id><published>2009-05-04T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:05:15.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a week now and I am so bored. Everything I own is in storage except for a few clothes and our TV. I get tired of watching TV and I'm not much on reading. Thank goodness my Mom has internet so I can read your blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My unemployment runs out this week. I am hoping I qualify for an extension although I would rather have a job! The sooner I find a job the sooner I can look for my own place again. Ray is looking now but we really need to incomes to make it these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Church yesterday we rode to the local GW. No luck at all. I seen a few things I might could redo but they were entirely to high. I was so disappointed because I was looking for something to work on. I may try back another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I had something fun and exciting to share but I don't. As I said earlier thank goodness for your blogs. Thanks for all of your sweet and kind comments. I know something good is coming but I have to be patient. I hope to check back in soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6111778451102682402?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6111778451102682402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6111778451102682402' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6111778451102682402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6111778451102682402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1754986837933595931</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:15:28.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to pop in and just say hello to everyone. It's been a hectic week. As you know we had to move out of our home. We started moving loads to storage last Wednesday and took over a load or two everyday and did the major move on Saturday.  Sunday we went back and moved yet another small load. I thought my storage was more than big enough until we had to pack it and boy is it packed! Monday and Tuesday I spent most of the day cleaning up the house good and touching up the paint. I had no idea just how big my house was until it was empty. Today I closed the door on Austin Road for the last time. They say when one door shuts another one opens. I hope the next door will be attached to as nice of a home as Austin Road. I will miss the place I called home for seven years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1754986837933595931?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1754986837933595931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1754986837933595931' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1754986837933595931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1754986837933595931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4981518403436633369</id><published>2009-04-22T22:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:48:02.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 YEARS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have moved a few boxes into storage and will try to move as many as possible before Saturday. Hopefully all we will have to move on Saturday is our furniture. Then I will need to go through and tidy up the place. We will be staying with my Mom for awhile until we can get back on our feet or until school let's out. Se lives in the same school district so we won't have to change Eleni's school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had to sum up the last 7 years I would say they have been a blast. Like all families we have had our ups and downs but the good memories will always out weigh the bad. When I close that door for the last time I will be sad but in my heart I will always remember the happy times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have spent a lot of time thinking and reminiscing this week. I can't help but think back to the day we moved in it was 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; of July 2002. This house was twice the size of the little rancher we  just moved out. I thought will I ever be able to fill this huge house. We not only filled 1520 with stuff but also a lot of laughs, fun, and memories. As I sit and look around at our lives all boxed up I wonder where we will call home next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to thank all of you who have commented on  my blog. You will never know how much your kind words have meant to me. You have been there all the way and I hope you will continue to stop by as I begin a new journey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4981518403436633369?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4981518403436633369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4981518403436633369' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4981518403436633369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4981518403436633369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-years.html' title='7 YEARS...'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3762805156114772501</id><published>2009-04-17T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:03:00.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays with Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sefx4QnG74I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9xU6hujdnUY/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sefx4QnG74I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9xU6hujdnUY/s200/JoyButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325491033222868866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has been a very difficult week for me. I have been packing next week we will be moving out of our rental home of 7 years. It's been 5 months and I am still unemployed. I had no idea just how hard it was going to be to get another job. I have applied everywhere and no luck so far, but I do have faith that my job will come in due time. Ray is working a little more but there are no guarantees how much or how long. At this time we have decided to move in with my Mom until we can get back on our feet. It will not be easy for any of us but it's something we need to do. I am hoping that we can save a little money and maybe find a smaller house. Yes, I said smaller something most people don't say. :) I'm hoping the rent may be a little cheaper and the bills a lot cheaper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to write about someone I am thankful to know. That would be my friend Kim. Today is Kim's birthday and I wanted to let her know I am thankful for our long long friendship. I posted pictures of Kim and I scrap booking awhile back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sef0rkhLLJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Fu475ProZHc/s200/IMG_6736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325494113763273874" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sef1bkL_CoI/AAAAAAAAAik/rRSH-uIH_z0/s200/IMG_6737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325494938308119170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it would be funny to post an older picture of us. WOW! We have changed a lot in 16 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sef5SFttKsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/wbPywnqYTzs/s320/Kim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499173555743426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was taken at my baby shower when I was pregnant with Eleni. This is also before my hair turned gray :) Kim has always been a good friend and I wish her the very Happiest Birthday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will try to post as much as I can. I will definitely be popping in and reading &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3762805156114772501?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3762805156114772501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3762805156114772501' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3762805156114772501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3762805156114772501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/faithful-fridays-with-joy.html' title='Faithful Fridays with Joy'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sefx4QnG74I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9xU6hujdnUY/s72-c/JoyButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1861861690885600791</id><published>2009-04-13T22:14:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:57:53.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt, Dirt, and more Dirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I can officially say I am exhausted. Remember the hole where the pool used to be? It's finally filled with dirt. It took about 9 yards of dirt and a lot of shoveling! We were doing it by the truck loads but it would have taken us forever so my brother in-law borrowed a dump truck and brought me a load of dirt. Since the deck had to stay it wasn't possible to get the truck close enough to the hole so it had to be moved by hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SePzUMEQpoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/NSkK0ABpB4g/s320/IMG_6892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366712644085378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so happy when Jessica got home from work. I had been shoveling for over 3 hours and was so happy to have help. It sure doesn't look like a lot but it was a lot of dirt! After a few more hours of shoveling my neighbor Chris came to help me out and he brought his big brother Jacob and friend Blake. Here is Chris giving me a helping hand which was more than appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP0pT7SgbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2G6CVp99KWs/s200/IMG_6898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324368175042822578" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP0xDqnBNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yMLbLNtwM58/s200/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324368308116849874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP1lWBgaKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Sz6_HN36EaM/s200/IMG_6895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369206397921442" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP14_qAAxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/n4k3WxY3toc/s200/IMG_6900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369543991132946" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP1apD8JPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7u5lUpqwAsc/s200/IMG_6896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369022529840370" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were all exhausted especially me. I shoveled from noon that day until after 7pm. I was thankful for all the help and for Abby's help supervising. I wasn't able to work on what was left until today. Eleni is back from SC so she and I with the help of her friend Katie finally got it all shoveled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP2xJZxhKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mY48HIVZm8I/s200/IMG_6903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324370508680103074" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP24KG3FUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/h_wdoDM3JHA/s200/IMG_6904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324370629128295746" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP2_MskKRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ngaFxTnMkzI/s200/IMG_6907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324370750082394386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby supervised until the pile was gone. It only took us about 3 hours today to spread the rest of the dirt. I have never been so happy to have a project done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a before picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SePyhsoJOQI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OVJugYSWo7U/s320/164_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324365845211199746" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND AFTER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SeP376yK-cI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ky87YHjLpTs/s320/IMG_6910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324371793246091714" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I threw down some grass seed so hopefully it will rain. My luck it won't since that's all it has done for the past month. We just have to put the sides back onto the deck and everything will be as good as new. Now to start packing. I'm still holding out hope that things will work out for us. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful comments about my Aunt Helen and Uncle Lewis. The picture I posted was of them on their Alaska cruise next month they are going on another cruise but this time to Bermuda. What a great way to celebrate 50 years of marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1861861690885600791?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1861861690885600791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1861861690885600791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1861861690885600791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1861861690885600791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/dirt-dirt-and-more-dirt.html' title='Dirt, Dirt, and more Dirt!'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SePzUMEQpoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/NSkK0ABpB4g/s72-c/IMG_6892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3311341879127075843</id><published>2009-04-10T08:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:46:29.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~** Special Post **~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I know I have some people who read my blog and don't blog themselves. I am thankful for anyone who reads. Well, today is a special post for me. Today I wanted to post about someone who is very special to me. That would be my Aunt Helen. She will be celebrating her 50th Anniversary tomorrow. It doesn't seem like she and my Uncle Lewis are even old enough to be married that long. Most of my favorite childhood memories were spent at their house. My Aunt Helen still looks the same as when I was a child and I can't remember her ever being mad and she always always smiles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about them I remember always eating Frosted Flakes out of a tupperware bowl, but when you were done you had to put your bowl in the sink. My Uncle Lewis I gave the nick name Grape Ape when I was younger. He just reminded me of Grape Ape that big purple ape in the cartoons. My Uncle Lewis always had lemon heads in a candy dish. I used to love his candy and sometimes I got caught sneaking a piece. :) I could share so many funny stories but I would be posting all day but two are very familiar in my mind. Once when I was over visiting my cousin Sonny told me that if you talked during a thunder storm lighting would strike your teeth. Just one way to get me to shut up because I was and still am a talker. It worked. :) Once I wrote a love letter while I was over their house to my cousin's friend. I think his first or last name was Ward. He came to visit and I couldn't find my note. I remember being so devastated because he would never know how I felt. Oh did I mention he was probably 18 and I was probably around 10. Oh and one last memory when we were younger we always exchanged gifts with them on Christmas. I don't remember any of the gifts I ever got but one! Thanks Helen for my first training bra. Another devastating moment but great memory. Their home was my second home growing up and you can't erase good memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is a big HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY to two of my favorite people! I love you and wish you 50 more years of joy, laughter, and happiness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sd9J3FtS-4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/53zbAYcWUtg/s400/helen%26lewis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323054495349013378" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to modern technology someone emailed me this picture for my post. This is my Aunt and Uncle when they went on a cruise to Alaska. Hmmm my hair is all gray and look at my Aunt Helen's she still has her dark hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3311341879127075843?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3311341879127075843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3311341879127075843' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3311341879127075843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3311341879127075843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-post.html' title='~** Special Post **~'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sd9J3FtS-4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/53zbAYcWUtg/s72-c/helen%26lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4030701571099122322</id><published>2009-04-09T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:33:16.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Popping In To Say Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanted to pop in and say hello to everyone. I haven't had anything to share so I haven't been posting a lot lately. We did manage to get a load of dirt today for the pool hole. It didn't even put a dent in the hole. We are supposed to get more tomorrow. I think we will need 3 or 4 more loads. I didn't realize just how much dirt they dug up to level the yard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe Easter is Sunday. The older you get the faster time seems to fly. I think I am going to change it up a little this year. Instead of Ham we are going to do a BBQ. I will put it in the crock pot and hopefully it will be close to done when we get home from Church Sunday. I am going to make Ray a pineapple upside down cake and me some chocolate bars. I got the recipe off of Linda's blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://behindmyreddoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;behindmyreddoor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; they looked easy and so yummy.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to everyone for their suggestions on my cross stitching issue. I am going to look into that magnifying lamp. That may be just what I need. I really would like to finish it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to have something exciting to post soon. I definitely hope to have some pictures of something. :) Thanks for stopping by and sticking with me even though I don't have a lot to share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4030701571099122322?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4030701571099122322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4030701571099122322' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4030701571099122322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4030701571099122322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-popping-in-to-say-hello.html' title='Just Popping In To Say Hello'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2685875709321745703</id><published>2009-04-06T10:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:23:13.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Again Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend. The weather here in VA was perfect. Actually Saturday Ray and I drove to NC to meet Ray's brother David. They live in SC and he and his wife Donna met us half way and they took Eleni back with them to SC for her spring break. We all ate lunch and then we came back home. It was a beautiful day to just ride. Eleni loves to go visit them. She gets to spend time with her cousins and do all sorts of fun things like fish, 4 wheel, and just hang out. She is definately my outdoorsy child. Jessica on the other hand prefers to be in the house laptop in hand. So funny how different they are to be sisters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have some things I need to be working on so I hope to maybe have some pictures next time. It's possible we may have to go pick Eleni up in SC. My sister in-law loves going to TS so I may ride along and see if I can find me something. :) I feel the need to try a redo. Also does anyone know if there is some type of magnifying glass you can use to cross stitch? I have some glasses I use for reading the computer but they were not working for me when I tried to cross stitch. I got the worst headache from straining my eyes. I really wanted to finish this up. I'm open to any suggestions. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has been including me ion their prayers. I am so thankful and greatful. Things are tough and I keep trying to be optimistic and upbeat. I do have my really bad days and I try to remind myself it could be worse. So thanks again for thinking of me and my family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2685875709321745703?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2685875709321745703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2685875709321745703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2685875709321745703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2685875709321745703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-again-already.html' title='Monday Again Already?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-192989077544092449</id><published>2009-04-03T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:05:14.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdWH4cb9biI/AAAAAAAAAgU/V4Po7Ftdd3o/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdWH4cb9biI/AAAAAAAAAgU/V4Po7Ftdd3o/s320/JoyButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307938583997986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to say I am so thankful for all that I have been blessed with since I have lost my job. My husband was able to get his medicine even though I lost my insurance. My rent is paid up to date even though we have not had a steady income in months. We have managed to keep food in the freezer, gas in the truck, and a little something to put in the offering plate every Sunday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful that on my bad days when I post and whine you leave me kind comments and that you still come back. I am so thankful I started this blog it has been a band aid on those days I need a lift. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-192989077544092449?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/192989077544092449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=192989077544092449' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/192989077544092449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/192989077544092449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/faithful-fridays.html' title='Faithful Fridays'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdWH4cb9biI/AAAAAAAAAgU/V4Po7Ftdd3o/s72-c/JoyButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6663534696756567433</id><published>2009-04-01T10:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:18:18.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ok so it's true misery likes company. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find any. I have been in a terrible mood for the past few days. I sat on my computer yesterday and checked constantly for new posts and emails. I was looking for someone anyone to join me. I am happy to say everyone was too busy. Today I am feeling much better. I guess we all have our days. I seem to be having way too many for me. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day we stopped by my Mom's house. She once lived in a really nice neighborhood. Some new families have moved in and it's going down. Her next door neighbor has so much junk in the yard you can't even tell it's a yard. Then in one bedroom they don't have up curtains and you can see the clothes piled up to the ceiling. I can not understand how people can buy a home and just not take care of it. I am a renter and I treat this home as if it were mine. I don't have a green thumb but my yard is kept up. It's so unfair that so many people are homeless or losing their homes and there are people out there who don't love their homes. I think that's what addicted me to blogging seeing the love everyone has for their homes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdRDmMvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1KlvSsEnDJw/s320/Copy+of+164_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319951383364692210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleni took this picture of Pepper. I wonder what he was thinking. The look on his little face cracks me up. :) Thanks for dropping by and letting me vent yet again. I am so hoping that things turn around here for us and very soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6663534696756567433?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6663534696756567433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6663534696756567433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6663534696756567433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6663534696756567433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/04/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery Loves Company'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdRDmMvM6PI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1KlvSsEnDJw/s72-c/Copy+of+164_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7842269984314018384</id><published>2009-03-31T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:35:45.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Relaxes You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been so stressed lately. This past weekend I chose to do something I loved and relaxes me the most. That is scrap booking. I just love looking back and enjoying the memories that pictures hold in time for us. I decided to update Eleni's school scrapbook. I had only done k through 1st grade. So this weekend I worked all day Saturday and Sunday after Church on her book. I did 2nd through 6th. Now I just have to complete 7th and 8th grade and I will be up to date. :) The only thing I hate about scrap booking is pulling out all the stuff and then putting it away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdGWNlsO5lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VihNbDypWb0/s320/164_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319197795101369938" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdGXL4dCl_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/y42h4fLuzGI/s320/164_0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319198865289811954" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had stuff all over the kitchen. The sad part is this is only some of my stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdGYRRwceiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/EfOo5v_cPdg/s320/164_0763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319200057493060130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems so hard to believe that Eleni is now in the 9th grade. They grow up so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdGZA3r_X5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/_X1dTjtdMZg/s320/164_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319200875128774546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one of my favorite pages. One of our scrapbook friends teaches at a near by college. She teaches child development classes. We get to go there from time to time and use the die cuts. I love when we go there I save all my scrap paper for when we do get to go and I stock up. I just love this Dr. Seuss hat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what do you like to do to help you relax? Thanks to all of you who stop by and leave me such great comments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7842269984314018384?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7842269984314018384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7842269984314018384' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7842269984314018384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7842269984314018384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-relaxes-you.html' title='What Relaxes You?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdGWNlsO5lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VihNbDypWb0/s72-c/164_0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5534710006615543636</id><published>2009-03-30T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:00:00.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing from a Blog Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you didn't read my post from Friday please do. I shared a special story about a very special blog friend named Tammy. I know everyone probably already knows Tammy but if you don't go check out her blog &lt;a href="http://countrygirlathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://countrygirlathome.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I promise you will love her and her family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have become a little lazy since I don't have a job. Well, I'm not sure if lazy is the right word but I do sleep a little later. Friday shortly after eight am Abby woke me barking. Something had startled her and woke her. I thought I heard a noise out front so I got up and looked out my window and in my driveway was the Fed Ex truck. I first thought he must have the wrong house so I waited for him to leave. I peeked out the door still in my jammies. :) There on my porch was a package. Well, I knew then he had the wrong house. I had not ordered anything. So I brought the package inside and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a package for me. I was in shock. I stood there thinking am I still asleep. I took the package in the kitchen and started to open it. My eyes started to burn as I held back the tears. This was inside my package.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdBKIl4N-DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IZXa402W7c4/s320/IMG_6869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318832671391873074" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had mentioned to Tammy how much I loved her table bench and asked did Jason make and sell them. She wrote me back and said he did make them and could make me one. Well, I was going to order one and Ray was laid off the first time. So I told her I would have to wait. I really wanted one and was about to order it and Ray was laid off again. So I asked Tammy if I could and send her a little something every week and then purchase one. Tammy said she would get back with me after she spoke to Jason. I was so surprised when I opened this box and this was in there with another little package and a note. She wrote along with these goodies comes love and blessings from our home to yours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; How could someone who didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;know me be so kind? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the stitchery Tammy made me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdBMSAPc8yI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oVC2q7GmzG8/s320/IMG_6870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318835032110723874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I absolutely love it. The table matches perfect with my place mats and curtains. I love the stitchery one because of what it says and two because my friend made it. I had no idea when I wrote my on my blog Thursday night to be posted on Friday that I would wake-up to this. Thank-you Tammy for my wonderful gifts but most of all for your friendship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdBNlvbiTPI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wuoAbDwCjVQ/s320/IMG_6871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318836470707014898" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still have some tweaking to do but a lot of my things are already packed so I had to use what I had. Janae's candle mat looks great on here. I have to mention that Tammy's husband did a wonderful job on this. It's gorgeous and I already sent word when I do get back on my feet financially he better look out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5534710006615543636?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5534710006615543636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5534710006615543636' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5534710006615543636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5534710006615543636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessing-from-blog-friend.html' title='Blessing from a Blog Friend'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SdBKIl4N-DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IZXa402W7c4/s72-c/IMG_6869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5555363807828343814</id><published>2009-03-27T06:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:05:00.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Scqq6HBdieI/AAAAAAAAAek/g2R4oDDYEI4/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Scqq6HBdieI/AAAAAAAAAek/g2R4oDDYEI4/s320/JoyButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317250225358604770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to share a little story with you all. When I was working and work became slow I started reading the Country Sampler forum more often. I noticed that Tammy S. as we know her on the forum had started a blog.  &lt;a href="http://countrygirlathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://countrygirlathome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I clicked on the link one day and I was addicted! From her blog I clicked on another and so on and so on. I couldn't look at the pictures on CS forum because they were blocked for security reasons but I could see the pictures on the blogs. I was in heaven what a way to help pass times. After a short time I had come to love Tammy and her family. I knew who they all were and what seemed like everything about them. It seemed as if she had the perfect husband and perfect life. I often joked I want a blog husband and a blog life. Donna my boss/friend would laugh at me because I would say it all the time. After many months of reading Tammy's blog I realized it was her faith in God I really admired and her involvement in her church. I wrote Tammy a few months ago and thanked her for inspiring me to get into Church. I am happy to say that my family and I have been attending Church regularly since before Thanksgiving. Tammy has been a great person to get to know and I am proud to call her my friend. I just wished we lived closer to one another. We all share our everyday lives and tips but you never know just what someone is going to take away from your blog. Thank you Joy &lt;a href="http://joy-doodlebug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joy-doodlebug.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for starting Faithful Fridays so I could tell everyone how thankful I am to have met you and your Mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd like to add I am thankful for all the great comments left that touch my heart and lift my spirits. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5555363807828343814?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5555363807828343814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5555363807828343814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5555363807828343814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5555363807828343814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/faithful-fridays.html' title='Faithful Fridays'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Scqq6HBdieI/AAAAAAAAAek/g2R4oDDYEI4/s72-c/JoyButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3580402116989241241</id><published>2009-03-26T14:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:39:52.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~I was once her~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I was in line at the grocery store and I was reminded just how much my life has changed and how much I have been blessed. There was a lady maybe a little younger than myself ahead of me and she was taking awhile. I noticed she had her groceries separated into piles on the belt. I watched as she was adding on her fingers to see if she had enough money to pay for all of her items. She looked back as to say sorry because I had to wait. I was in no hurry and I soon realized she was using WIC and food stamps to pay for her items and I was reminded of a life I once lived see I was once her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When  I was nine months pregnant with Eleni Ray became very ill. I'm sure you have read my other post but if not he was diagnosed with kidney failure. He was put on the kidney transplant list and they started him on dialysis. I felt like we were about to enter a different world one we knew nothing about.On one particular day when I went home from the hospital reality hit me and hit me hard.  I had an eviction notice on my door, a four year old who was hungry and I had no money or food, and a husband in ICU. I remember crying so much and so hard I thought I was going to be sick. The life I once knew was no more. I didn't know which way to turn or what to do. The hospital helped me get set up on Medicaid and directed me to my local Social Services. I was devastated I had to rely on welfare and food stamps to survive. My pride was hurt I did not want to live like this I wasn't one of those people. Well, let me tell you learn to swallow your pride when you have a 4 yr old looking at you for food or just a glass of milk. I learned real quick to be thankful for the help I was about to receive. Friends and family all donated money and food to help us out until all the financial assistance kicked in. Within a month we were living a different life but we were surviving. My life changed but so did the way I look at things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can remember being that young mother in line with my two children and people staring at me and whispering as I pulled out my Wic and food stamps. They didn't know me and they didn't know my story. Who were they to judge me.  Today when I looked at that lady I couldn't help but wonder what was her story? I was reminded how many times I have been blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3580402116989241241?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3580402116989241241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3580402116989241241' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3580402116989241241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3580402116989241241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-once-her.html' title='~I was once her~'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4286250252272680204</id><published>2009-03-25T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:22:56.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hubby has finally finished painting all of upstairs. All I have left to do now is patch any nail/screw holes I have made downstairs. Trust me I have my fair share of those. :) Seems hard to believe that we have been here almost seven years. Time has really flown by. Sad to say it looks like we will be moving out and in with family in a month. I have some packing done but still have a lot left to pack. I guess I will start back up on the packing next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have applied and applied for work everywhere. When I say everywhere I am not exaggerating. I am hoping I will qualify for an unemployment extension. We shall see. Hubby has also applied for unemployment the problem is his job. Ok they lay him off for a week then call him in for a day then lay him off again. I am listing it on unemployment and I guess they will just subtract it from him check. I'm not really sure how that works. I am so trying to keep my faith that some great is going to happen in a month. Maybe Ray or I will get a real job in that time.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just curious where do all of you crafters get your paint and what kind is it? Back when I crafted more I always used craft paint from Michael's/Walmart. I am really starting to like all the cream colors everyone is using with the wax/stain over it. I love the black but I think you can have too much black. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry no pictures this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4286250252272680204?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4286250252272680204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4286250252272680204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4286250252272680204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4286250252272680204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month-to-go.html' title='1 Month to Go'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5985584573605129341</id><published>2009-03-24T15:05:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:18:53.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the Air?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be sunny but it's not warm. Well, to me it isn't. I have an under active thyroid so I have a tendency to be cold nature. So in case you didn't know I love Summer. The warmer the better. I went outside and clipped a few branches off my bush to help bring a little Spring inside. The bush should become fuller in the next few days but I couldn't wait and stole a few small branches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SckvpTOQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAcM/C4-WfBNjQzI/s200/IMG_6861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316833221668828402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hoping to have some scrapbook pages to share with you all BUT I never got around to scrap booking. I pulled out all my stuff and on the table it still sits. If you have ever scrap booked you will know the hardest part is pulling out all the stuff and putting it back. It's so worth it when you finish a book. On that note I did decide to share one of my completed books. I just took a few pictures of my book to share with you. Maybe I should say Jessica's book. This is actually from her Graduation Party in 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck0MRf5ZdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/S1kMH8YumOs/s200/IMG_6835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316838220547843538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the first album I have had personalized and it's very pretty. This picture does it no justice. I chose daises because that's what we had on the tables as center pieces. My next door neighbor Susan did all of the party designing. I just told her what I wanted and she did the rest. We sent Jessica away until time for the party so she could see it all when it was done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck1vpC0E4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ScgZGY9NP-Y/s320/IMG_6837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316839927675360130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck13SdNgEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XgibUOBx540/s320/IMG_6838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316840059051016258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This what you saw when you walked up our drive way. We were pushed for time in the end and all of my great neighbors pitched in to help us get it all done before Jessica arrived. Ok remember earlier I said the warmer the better. This day it was so hot. I thought we were going to sweat to death!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck3CM1gLSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lkme_Lch_Pk/s320/IMG_6845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316841346032479522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just a few pictures of the children enjoying the pool. I think I may miss that pool more than I thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck3YHtV0PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3D331yHI010/s320/IMG_6847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316841722613190898" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Abby she had to get in on the fun also. My friend Donna bought this for Abby to wear and Abby kept it on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck38ieVb3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/NARNmm5rGJA/s200/IMG_6848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842348273299314" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck4D48PXGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0F8aspsLNwM/s200/IMG_6849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842474563394658" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the grads enjoying the Hokey Pokey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck4eN9ahNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tcAjk4pkl1c/s200/IMG_6850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842926882063570" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck4mNkrZzI/AAAAAAAAAds/Bs3ZZbDZY0A/s200/IMG_6851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316843064217265970" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh then there was was the Cha Cha Slide and The Twist. Everyone got in on the fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck5C090uII/AAAAAAAAAd0/ryqB5SHYKsk/s200/IMG_6852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316843555828054146" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck5MXSfCVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kVOJvN92U6w/s200/IMG_6853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316843719660341586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Susan purchased this for Jessica's party Everyone had their picture taken in it that night. It was a huge hit with the adults also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck5okEYP8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Uvirku6Do2Y/s320/IMG_6854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844204127174594" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are a few pictures of the decorations. Jessica's cake was actually a collage of her and her friend through high school. My friend Donna put it together and we had Ukrop's a local grocery store add it as an edible image. They make the best cakes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck6S-7id0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/RAord6QlJ8o/s200/IMG_6855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844932892358466" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck6Zd2q79I/AAAAAAAAAeU/LyMqGSgtxmI/s200/IMG_6860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316845044272656338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Jessica with all her balloons from the party. On Jessica's 18th birthday Susan came over while we were gone and loaded our living room with balloons. Jessica loves balloons. Anyway there were so many so I said Jessica take them outside and let them go but before you do make a wish. Funny but her wish came true so we did the same thing again at her party. Once again her wish came true. I also had everyone sign a scrapbook page so Jessica could always remember who was there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last page is a very special page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sck7i81tK2I/AAAAAAAAAec/EVWqkURL5ok/s400/IMG_6859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316846306720557922" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica graduated the same year as the VA Tech shootings. A former graduate from Jessica's school was killed that day. As the speaker at graduation spoke he reminded us all of that day and how we should never take anything for granted. You just never know what tomorrow will bring.We had no idea how much those words meant at the moment. This picture was taken the night of graduation. This is my Nanny that I always speak about. She died less than 24 hours after these pictures were taken. We had no idea this would be the last pictures she would ever take. She will be forever missed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have also scrap booked Jessica a book for all her school years. I also have these pictures in that book as well as my own book. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Jessica's first wish was to get into Longwood and her second wish was to get financial assistance. Well, some of that assistance came from me but her wishes came true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5985584573605129341?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5985584573605129341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5985584573605129341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5985584573605129341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5985584573605129341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the Air?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SckvpTOQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAcM/C4-WfBNjQzI/s72-c/IMG_6861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6794504611446991276</id><published>2009-03-20T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:26:12.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScRcOcs5zFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cJrvyujI3cE/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScRcOcs5zFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cJrvyujI3cE/s320/JoyButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474863496481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow what a week we have had here. I have to be honest it's been a rough week. Days and weeks like this it's hard sometimes to keep your faith. With all that seems so bad I have to remind my self of the good that has also been around me. We still have a roof over our head and food in our belly's. We are not going without anything that we need. Sometimes our wants can get the best of us. You have to remind yourself all in due time. Sometimes that the case in unanswered prayers. I know that God has big plans for us we just have to be patient. I am thankful for what I have and have been blessed that all my needs have been met. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank-you Joy for helping me remind myself what's really important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScRb4l3ugTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v-G4Zs8dSac/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6794504611446991276?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6794504611446991276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6794504611446991276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6794504611446991276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6794504611446991276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-week.html' title='What A Week!'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScRcOcs5zFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cJrvyujI3cE/s72-c/JoyButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4805600462915106933</id><published>2009-03-19T22:21:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:32:36.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Room ReDo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's been a busy week around here. We have finished up another room thank goodness. Now we just have one left to paint. It doesn't have any special painting decor like this one or the other. Thank goodness we won't have to prime and paint the last room. Then we only have to refill the hole where the swimming pool was and the house and yard will be all fresh and new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScMIlQHq5rI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JW4X05A9odo/s200/164_0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315101421302638258" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScMJHDHkrJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ucxwbxxuCvM/s200/164_0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315102001928121490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the room before. The colors are more like the second picture. This was Jessica's old room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the room completed. Nothing fancy just antique white. If we are fortunate enough to stay this may become my new office area. Oh a quiet place to blog. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScMHrHaD1CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/16zfn8qxeIo/s200/164_0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100422531437602" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScMIEk8sYEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LeZstAeutxM/s200/164_0728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100859958059074" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I said we have been busy this week. Sadly my hubby has also joined me in the world of unemployment. We are hoping one of us finds a job and soon. If not we may have to move come the end of April. I am still hoping and praying things will turn around for us. On that note we are trying to get a lot of unfinished things done around here. We have actually gotten quite a few little chores done. We managed to give Abby a hair cut and bath. I will have to show pictures next time. I need one of Abby after her hair cut. We took her to the vet and got her updated on her rabies shot. We have already done our weekly trip to the grocery store. We hope to get that last room painted tomorrow and back in order. Then Saturday I hope to do some me things. I am hoping to get some scrapbooking done and Sunday I'd like to work on a counted cross stitch that I have been working on for years. I think I burned myself out on stitching years ago so now I am ready to try it again, but I refuse to start a new project until I finish this one. There are a few other things I may try to work on that could use a redo as well. I have a lot to do or I could be doing I should say. I hope you all have a great weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4805600462915106933?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4805600462915106933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4805600462915106933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4805600462915106933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4805600462915106933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-room-redo.html' title='Another Room ReDo'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/ScMIlQHq5rI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JW4X05A9odo/s72-c/164_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-413649946897292877</id><published>2009-03-17T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:00:00.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, another post and no pictures. I feel like such a slacker but we have been sort of lazy lately. It has done nothing but rain here since Friday and I am sick of it now. Plus it's been cold and I hate cold rain. It's supposed to clear up and warm up some by the weekend I sure hope so. If not look for me on the news I will be that crazy woman building an ark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a favorite blog or two that you just can't wait for them to post? I have so many but there are a few that really keep me addicted. Most of the time it's the pictures of their homes that get me. I love seeing everyones re-dos and new purchases but I really love when they show there new displays. I am always looking for fresh new ideas. Lately I haven't been tweaking a lot. I had started packing before I knew we would be here until the end of April. Now I want to unpack and tweak but I refuse to do so until hubby or I get a job. So I find myself ooohing and ahhhing over your pictures. A part of me wants to move and downsize a bit but a part of me hates to leave the place I have called home for almost seven years. I have mixed emotions right now. Thank goodness I have your blogs to help keep my mind off all my drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since it did nothing but rain Sunday after Church we ate lunch and enjoyed a movie. Now I have read several of your posts about the movie Fireproof and I could not wait to watch it. Can I say I loved it. My hubby and I watched it as well as my oldest Jessica. Wow what a powerful message. If you haven't seen it please do it is a great movie. Oh and did I say how much I loved the house inside and out. No it wasn't prim but it sure was pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you all have a Happy St. Patrick's Day. We will be enjoying cabbage and corn beef tonight for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-413649946897292877?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/413649946897292877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=413649946897292877' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/413649946897292877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/413649946897292877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-and-happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Hello and Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5334404208364603694</id><published>2009-03-14T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:32:43.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Fridays a day late. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbxXKPN3MlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2djOUK4Ftug/s1600-h/JoyButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbxXKPN3MlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2djOUK4Ftug/s320/JoyButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313217493785326162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I wanted to participate in Joy's Faithful Fridays. I wanted to say I am so thankful for the blessing I have received lately. Today I was blessed with an interview at a chiropractic's office. There were a lot of things that seemed great about the job but a few things that were not. It required you to travel for seminars and they didn't offer insurance. I don't like to be far away from home. I always worry something could happen to Ray and I won't be able to get to him. Then there is the insurance issue. We desperately need insurance. I am thankful for the interview and that I was blessed with the experience. I am trying not to take anything for granted and learning to appreciate everything I am blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you would like to participate on Friday's go on over to Joy's blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://joy-doodlebug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://joy-doodlebug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and let her know you're interested. She is a very sweet young lady wise beyond her years. I also wanted to thank her for my new award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5334404208364603694?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5334404208364603694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5334404208364603694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5334404208364603694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5334404208364603694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/faithful-fridays-day-late.html' title='Faithful Fridays a day late. :)'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbxXKPN3MlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2djOUK4Ftug/s72-c/JoyButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-8772028190291230052</id><published>2009-03-13T10:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:57:10.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST NEED TO VENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Everyone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I have don't have any pictures to share of any re-do's or painted rooms. We are still painting and it's taking us longer than we expected. Did I mention hubby and I hate to paint. Now it used to be I was always painting something then I turned 40 and it wasn't as much fun. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just needed to vent today. I am so frustrated because hubby was laid off again. They laid him off right after Christmas and then brought him back 3 weeks ago. Now they have run out of work again. It's so frustrating not knowing when you will work or for how long. The economy is so bad that your lucky to just have a job and the job market is so bad it's slim pickings. I am just tired of this roller coaster ride and I want to get off now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm not writing this for sympathy I just needed to vent. I told a friend earlier today that through all of this hubby and I have not argued once. I feel like we have actually become closer. I pray that God just helps us manage and keeps us together as a family. We have been blessed because all of our needs have been met. We still have a home and food we know of until the end of April. I just hope things turn around soon not only for us but others out there who are also worried. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't bore you any longer. Thanks to all of you who read my blog and for always inspiring me. I hope to have some pictures to share next time. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-8772028190291230052?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/8772028190291230052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=8772028190291230052' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8772028190291230052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/8772028190291230052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-need-to-vent.html' title='JUST NEED TO VENT'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-561804598887468090</id><published>2009-03-11T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:00:00.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDEN THYME</title><content type='html'>Remember when I won Janae's blog contest &lt;a href="http://coopriders.blogspot.com/"&gt;coopriders.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I loved everything. Janae does some great work if you get a chance stop by her new store &lt;a href="http://libertyhillprims.blogspot.com/"&gt;libertyhillprims.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. She has some great prim bunnies and seed sacks. I just love everything I won!&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbcvmpLEULI/AAAAAAAAAak/71JxMVpZOqg/s320/164_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311766626440597682" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were so many great things in the contest I actually made a few groupings from everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbcuogW7_WI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sEwmDjVN6xs/s320/IMG_6827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765558922575202" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is actually in my bay window in the kitchen. I love the sign and prim bunny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbcvOcXME_I/AAAAAAAAAac/vnV_yZKRbh8/s320/IMG_6823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311766210684916722" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was my Nanny's sewing machine. I opened it up and placed the seed sack and stitchery Janae made. The photo is my Nanny when she was a school girl in 1927. It's one of my favorite pictures of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sbcu_Y0O66I/AAAAAAAAAaM/d8hrJqwiIc4/s320/IMG_6825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765952034958242" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sbcu4st0fhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2TkwFV7hEf8/s320/IMG_6826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765837117685266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend Amy just gave me this cute little star basket which looks great on top of the candle mat. The candle pan and votive fit perfect inside. Janae is so talented. I know I've said it before but I loved everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you ever get the chance check out some of the blog stores. There are so many talented ladies on here. This is one of the best places to buy American made products!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least I took this picture of Eleni today after school. She catches the bus at 6:30 AM so by 3PM she is exhausted as you can tell by the picture. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sbcuxcn0jsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PVAMkmMAmFg/s320/IMG_6833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765712538472130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-561804598887468090?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/561804598887468090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=561804598887468090' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/561804598887468090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/561804598887468090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/garden-thyme.html' title='GARDEN THYME'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbcvmpLEULI/AAAAAAAAAak/71JxMVpZOqg/s72-c/164_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5932722607428926820</id><published>2009-03-10T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:11:00.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room RE-DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seems like forever since I last posted. We have been a little busy here around the house. I think the Spring weather has given us Spring Fever. We have a few rooms that need painting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three years ago Jessica and Eleni decided they wanted to re-do their rooms. Well, Eleni wanted lime green and teal blue stripes. She had the covers and rugs to match. It was a lot of work but it looked really good. Then the girls switched rooms and they also wanted new colors. Here is what the room looked like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXo9NRfmSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NE4rKBp5nBA/s320/IMG_6812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407473786067234" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXoy6uRqfI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lZwrM_PqTlQ/s320/IMG_6809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311407297007823346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now here are the after pictures. This is now Jessica's room. We went with a plain antique white just in case we do have to move. Unfortunately neither of my girls care for the country/prim look. It looks like a typical girls room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXrpnfO-7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bUGOd-llFt4/s320/IMG_6815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311410435760520114" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXsI7DFwCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SiewEwjRZU8/s320/IMG_6819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311410973587128354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jessica has a long shelf that will go on this wall. We need to paint it black. I think with it being black her Longaberger Breast Cancer Baskets will really show up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXsD45BL7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/SGfc_w27Ir4/s320/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311410887108669362" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXr8gz3c6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/iH8rUtjCVXA/s320/IMG_6817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311410760385524642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We still need some window treatments. I think she wants to go with just a little topper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXrz0sqPjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sde5ESd0ACI/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311410611105185330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess with all the posters it doesn't matter what color the walls are anyway. We still have to paint Jessica's old room. I can't wait to show you what it looked like but that will have to wait until next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5932722607428926820?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5932722607428926820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5932722607428926820' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5932722607428926820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5932722607428926820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/room-re-do.html' title='A Room RE-DO'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbXo9NRfmSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NE4rKBp5nBA/s72-c/IMG_6812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-350374297334822295</id><published>2009-03-05T18:59:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:57:07.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today my friend Donna who was also my old boss came by. We went to our old job to visit those who are left. I really didn't want to go because it makes me so sad because I still miss everyone. I was so happy I went. I was able to see some of the great people I worked with everyday. I still miss them but I think the visit finally gave me closure. I was able to see our old department which is now a storage room. I realize the good ol' days are now in the past and it's time to move on. That job will always hold a special place in my heart and I have nothing but great memories. Donna, Tony (mail man at work) and I went to have lunch and play catch up. It was a beautiful day and the sun was warm as well as my heart. I hope when I do get that new job I work with people as wonderful as I did there. Anthony my other co-worker didn't join us today but he was missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbBpuar5kaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PqfBI5UGWyI/s320/IMG_6188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309860206828163490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Tony our building mail man. He always greeted us with a smile. He  says he reads my blog. So Tony if you are reading this you will always hold a special place in my heart and you will always be my BFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbBrSe_zV7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/euF6xOVyfu0/s320/IMG_6194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309861925972301746" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Donna and Anthony my co-workers. I really miss them a lot. They were my family at work. I know Donna reads my blog. So Donna you know that we were friends before work and we will continue to be friends. I know our friendship will only continue to grow! You not only gave me a job you gave me great memories and great friends. Your friendship means more to me than you will ever know! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To all my blog buddies Thanks for sticking by me these past few months.  Tammy  over at &lt;a href="http://countrygirlathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;countrygirlathome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; thanks for getting me started and for helping me meet so many great people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-350374297334822295?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/350374297334822295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=350374297334822295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/350374297334822295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/350374297334822295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-great-day.html' title='What a Great Day!!!!!'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SbBpuar5kaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PqfBI5UGWyI/s72-c/IMG_6188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-577925082106957700</id><published>2009-03-04T16:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:12:11.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never So Simple #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi everyone I hope we are all in agreement that we are ready for SPRING! The snow was pretty but it's way too cold. I'm ready for warmer temps. Seems hard to believe we are going to have temps in the high 60's this weekend. I say bring it on!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last week I posted about our pool and how we were taking it down. Well, last Friday I went and spoke to our Landlord about putting in our notice to move. Financially we were strapped and we were sinking fast! I started packing last week. You think you are ready for something like this until it's time. They were very nice and understanding. I told them we would be out by March 31. I came home and prepared myself for the changes that were about to occur. Saturday was a very busy morning. I had someone come by and pick up the sofa they bought from me. My sister came by with a load of dirt for the pool hole. My landlord also stopped by. She said her husband and herself were so sad about us moving she wanted to talk to me for a minute. I invited her in as I always do. She asked if we would leave up the deck and they would give us an extra month at no cost. She said if by the end of April things do not get better to come and talk with them. They will try to work with us so that Eleni can finish out the school year. I was so happy. I had to tell my sister because she wanted the deck but she was very understanding. I think that I should change my blog to Never So Simple Always So Blessed! I have been so stressed and upset about losing my job I didn't take the time to look at all the blessings we have received. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I have a question for you all. Lately I know I have been on edge and I usually over look things but this has been a bad week. I have had several people make comments that have really angered me. I sometimes wonder why people say the things they do or why they think they are better than you. Do you have friends or family like this? I think the older I get the more I realize who and what is important i my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-577925082106957700?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/577925082106957700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=577925082106957700' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/577925082106957700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/577925082106957700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-so-simple-2.html' title='Never So Simple #2'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7634142699810582164</id><published>2009-03-02T22:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:30:11.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**** FINALLY ****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we finally got snow in Richmond Virgina. I know many of you are tired of the snow but this is our first good snow in five years. It started off as sleet and about six Sunday night it switched over to snow. It snowed on and off until about 2pm today. It's so pretty and great for sledding. We got about 8 inches and schools were closed today and tomorrow. Ok I finally got some snow and pretty pictures for my scrapbook. Now I am ready for spring. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SayhIpR5q4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/fVnrXQ3J9io/s200/IMG_6797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795230654933890" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SayhSh_qQyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oVui9kk2rEA/s200/IMG_6799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795400498070306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was very pretty coming down last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sayf3nDrLCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6R65GJMOsjM/s200/164_0678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793838488988706" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SayhbEQbuoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Z5CU56O1B1A/s200/IMG_6802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795547134179970" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the front and back of my house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sayhi-AVoPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/FrBLKaJhYfo/s200/IMG_6803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795682895012082" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SayhuRZgL4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/5ZHTmZg0MeA/s200/IMG_6808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795877079396226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sayho4C6hgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/f6HACu83l3E/s200/IMG_6807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795784374420994" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby wasn't sure if she liked the snow or not. She had to hop like a bunny because her legs are so short. She did go to the corner of the yard and visit her other dog friends. She didn't stay out long and when she came in she cuddled up in her blankie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7634142699810582164?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7634142699810582164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7634142699810582164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7634142699810582164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7634142699810582164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='**** FINALLY ****'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SayhIpR5q4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/fVnrXQ3J9io/s72-c/IMG_6797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-5744205867973918414</id><published>2009-02-27T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:31:39.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never So Simple #1</title><content type='html'>Well, I told you my life was Never So Simple. Seems like one thing always leads to another. Five years ago Eleni and I begged for a pool. Now I was thinking one of those ring pools that you buy at Sam's or Walmart. Well, Ray and Eleni had a different idea. So within a month a 27 foot pool and deck were put up in our yard. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadvBWoYHJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/X9podPqvgaU/s200/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307332754924903570" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadvekdoN3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GnERDBmTQpc/s200/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307333256854124402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pictures above are from Jessica's graduation party in 2007. One of many pool parties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sadw82YlyeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6WFqvQYmrf8/s200/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307334876572535266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the small deck that was added by the pool. Perfect for sunbathing, one of my favorite things to do. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now for the Never So Simple part. About a month or so ago I heard a loud pop. I looked out my bay window and noticed a huge limb had fallen onto the cover of the pool. The pop I heard was the pool pillow we use to hold up the cover, or at least that's what I thought. This past Sunday the wind caught the cover and blew it off. I had noticed the cover was sinking but I thought it was from the pool pillow popping. With it being so cold I hadn't been out in the yard a lot. Well, Sunday we realized the pop was the actual liner. The limb came down like a sphere and punctured the cover and liner. When the cover blew off we seen the hole and all the water was gone. The pool pillow had actually survived and was sitting at the bottom still full of air. I called my insurance company to see if it was covered but after my deductible it wasn't worth the hassle of the claim. We didn't use the pool a lot last summer so we decided not to replace the liner but to take the pool down. I am a little sad but with all the things about to happen to us in the near future I knew it was the best decision. My sister actually is taking the pool. She has a nice big yard and her children will really enjoy it plus if my girls want to go swimming they can go to my sisters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadsqnUUEYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/B4MJ9lPhqsw/s200/164_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307330165243908482" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadsC_u0VXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/E9JoiPbpsyY/s200/164_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307329484602758514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is where my pool once stood. We have to fill the hole with dirt and plant some grass seed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadtNnbHlNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ykInCeOm-6k/s200/164_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307330766567871698" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/Sadts_r-k5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ISOuUSSqJss/s200/164_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307331305656980370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is my sister trying to help break down the deck. My niece and nephew are in the background tearing up the old liner and bagging it up. We still have more deck to break down. We did as much as we could do before it got dark. I just hope we don't get the rain they are calling for this weekend. I will be happy to see this project done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5744205867973918414?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5744205867973918414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5744205867973918414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5744205867973918414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5744205867973918414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-so-simple-1.html' title='Never So Simple #1'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SadvBWoYHJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/X9podPqvgaU/s72-c/IMG_3085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-2226429840431288204</id><published>2009-02-24T08:40:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:11:47.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here! It's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SaP9yI6fFuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xAs-UQyRLw0/s1600-h/164_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SaP9yI6fFuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xAs-UQyRLw0/s320/164_0669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363823800653538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello I hope everyone had a great weekend. I was a little lazy Saturday. I sat around most of the day watching those house flip shows. Then I switched to a movie or two. :) Nothing exciting well that is until Ray came in with the mail. There it was my box from Janae over at &lt;a href="http://coopriders.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coopriders.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;/. I was so excited. I ran to the kitchen and ever so gently cut the box open. By now the whole family is standing around to see what I won. I have to say Janae out did herself. Everything is even prettier in person. Janae also has her own online shop when you get a chance stop by &lt;a href="http://libertyhillprims.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://libertyhillprims.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and see her prim goodies. Janae I can't say enough great things about my new treasures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SaP-MTPgc1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/auUouNDYBDI/s320/Copy+of+164_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306364273249776466" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just love everything. I have been feeling down as you all know and this really made me smile. Thanks again Janae.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-2226429840431288204?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/2226429840431288204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=2226429840431288204' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2226429840431288204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/2226429840431288204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-here-its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here! 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I bought the paint to paint it awhile back but it's been too cold or windy. Finally last weekend we had a nice day and Ray took it outside and painted it for me. Now I love it even more!&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ-KPsAuK9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xinbdC71BDQ/s320/IMG_6704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305110888182590418" /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ-Kj3juKHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qYjmp6rOK_o/s320/IMG_6770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305111234879563890" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  AFTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it turned out great and very prim looking. It also matches a lot better with the rest of my decor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I have to admit when I first lost my job I was up early and went on about my day. As time has gone by I have gotten bad about sleeping in. I try to be up by 8:30 or 9. Which isn't late but not as early as I would like for it to be. Unfortunately Abby has also gotten lazy with me but she is far worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ-NDMPzoSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bAPLPuoYQxQ/s320/IMG_6768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305113972032381218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Miss Abby still in the bed after 10. She didn't get up until after 11 and the day before she slept until noon. She likes to snuggle up in the covers and sleep. She is first in the bed and last to get out of it. She is spoiled rotten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that's all for this posts short and sweet. I hope you all have a great weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-5133620605606439522?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/5133620605606439522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=5133620605606439522' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5133620605606439522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/5133620605606439522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-do.html' title='A Re-Do'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ-KPsAuK9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xinbdC71BDQ/s72-c/IMG_6704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-6932492673427371634</id><published>2009-02-19T21:17:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:17:48.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help My Teen Has Been Abducted By Aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;UGH! I made it through raising one teen girl now to make it through my youngest. She was so sweet, kind, pretty, and lovable but I think she has been abducted by aliens. We are talking major attitude and smart mouth. I know a lot of it is her age  since she will be 16 in July but I swear she is going to be the death of me. I thought me not working was going to be a good thing for her. NOT! We are really clashing on everything. I think it's harder this time around because she is my youngest. I wish the aliens could abduct me for awhile instead. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4ZFPDL8rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RRAAQ3CNxZ8/s200/IMG_6051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304704988818961074" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that note I have a question for you ladies. What do you hang on your walls? I only have a few pictures. I prefer more dimensional items. I have a few peg racks and a lot of stars and baskets but I don't really have any shelves anymore. I used to have tons of them but did away with them all because they had heart cut outs in them. I did keep one that I love but I'm not crazy about the hearts anymore. Usually we show pictures of a room but I'd like to see more wall decor. Here are just a few things on my walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4cwVUXmgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/oe1t4rTWM-g/s200/IMG_6704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709027770898946" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4dO3XINXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ekma0iJz1Fc/s200/IMG_6723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709552305354098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The star hangs over my mantel and the picture hangs in my half bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4c6UMfpMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kh82M_BsTQI/s200/IMG_6719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709199268127938" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4dF6zYpcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_qYGdsY-dE8/s200/IMG_6720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709398610355650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The baskets hangs in my bedroom and the star hangs in my foyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4dZLZ0dYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zPrhYCnlfJo/s200/IMG_6735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709729484043650" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4dyYhpxnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3TgjRJHoE2U/s200/IMG_6165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304710162503288434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture hangs over my stove and the scoop also hangs in my kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4dqElhzpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JicVPk_ntBc/s200/IMG_6151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304710019711880850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This plate rack hangs in my living room. The plates are wooden wish I could find some wooden bowls. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are just a few things on my walls that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh thanks ladies for all your comments on my last post. I finally received more than 9 comments. I hope I don't bore you guys too much. Thanks for all of your visits and comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-6932492673427371634?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/6932492673427371634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=6932492673427371634' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6932492673427371634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/6932492673427371634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-my-teen-has-been-abducted-by.html' title='Help My Teen Has Been Abducted By Aliens'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZ4ZFPDL8rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RRAAQ3CNxZ8/s72-c/IMG_6051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-1575767961957123439</id><published>2009-02-16T20:53:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:31:01.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Addiction?</title><content type='html'>First I have to say how excited I was when I seen I won Janae's give away at &lt;a href="http://http//coopriders.blogspot.com/"&gt;CozyCoops Corner&lt;/a&gt;! I never win anything. I not only won but I won big I feel so blessed! Thanks again Janae. &lt;p align="center"&gt;*****************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I have to ask what's your addiction? Almost eleven years ago I quit smoking and everyone knows one addiction leads to another right? Well, my new addiction was collecting. I started collecting the Boyd's Bears and then it went to another collection. I am now addicted to Longaberger Baskets. I bought one from my sister in-law then she had a party and I bought another. She talked me into booking a show. I sold over $1000. They were having a special for every $500 you sold you got a free market basket. So I received 2 market baskets and several half price items and I believe over $100 worth of free merchandise. When I realized all the free and 1/2 off items you could earn I was addicted. It's been about 8 years since I bought my first basket and I have so many I am scared to count. If that wasn't bad enough I then started collecting their pottery. I used to have a lot of book parties but I have calmed it down now to one big blow out a year. I usually earn enough to get that new basket I must have. Here are few pictures of my addiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZocHa8MIyI/AAAAAAAAATU/VP-giMMcYNw/s320/IMG_6731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303582424998617890" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZodB9_OP3I/AAAAAAAAATs/9cbSbt98hTI/s200/IMG_6168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303583430838992754" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZocflKWx7I/AAAAAAAAATc/nybB-kWT3Tc/s200/IMG_6725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303582840059250610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZodyj6U6PI/AAAAAAAAAUE/o0lIyMAICk8/s200/IMG_6181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584265652726002" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZodmMXemPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/befxJbVoiXs/s200/IMG_6172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584053174114546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZodc7SZAsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/plewrQ6p3aY/s200/IMG_6179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303583893970551490" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZoczUspk5I/AAAAAAAAATk/I1pYqrjJQUA/s200/IMG_6143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303583179237069714" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just a few of my many baskets. I just love them and use them in every room in my house. I also love bowls. I have bought almost every Longaberger Bowl they have made. I also love stars and miniature pieces of pottery or jars. I also scrapbook and I have a thing for ABC's. I have to have them in all sizes shapes and colors. Oh and my newest addiction is picture frames. One day I'd love to collect old crocks and wooden bowls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for stopping by and I hope you will share some pictures of your addictions/collections. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-1575767961957123439?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/1575767961957123439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=1575767961957123439' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1575767961957123439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/1575767961957123439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-addiction.html' title='What&apos;s your Addiction?'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZocHa8MIyI/AAAAAAAAATU/VP-giMMcYNw/s72-c/IMG_6731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-295125286293352934</id><published>2009-02-14T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:00:00.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone has a Happy Loving Valentines Day. A few years ago I decided instead of a card I would write my girls a letter and tell them how much I loved them. So the next year I decided to do this again. After a few years I thought the girls were getting older I will just get them a card. Last year Jessica was away at college and she said to me Mom don't forget my Valentine letter. I was a surprised how much they looked forward to that letter. So once again they will receive there special letter and a little something to go with it. I guess everyone likes to hear how much they are loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUYEAbs9tI/AAAAAAAAATE/x2Ay_PcYxp8/s200/IMG_6450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302170593413363410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About a month ago I shared with you a picture and story of my husband Ray. He was celebrating having his kidney for eight years. Everyday that Ray is healthy is a special day. I chose today to tell you a little more about him. Well, we have been together for over 20 years and as you know we have two beautiful girls. When Jessica was almost 4 I became pregnant with Eleni. We were your typical family. In a few short months our lives changed drastically. I was about 7 months pregnant and Ray became very ill.  He threw up a lot everyone laughed and joked that he had sympathy sickness. Well, after about a month it got worse and he became sicker and very very thin. I finally talked him into going to the doctor. I really thought that he had an ulcer. I was in total shock what seemed like a normal trip to the doctor turned in a life changing event. Ray was admitted to the hospital right then and there. His blood pressure was 280/160. No I didn't type that wrong. The doctor couldn't believe he hadn't had a stroke. He was just 24 years old this was not common. After many many test is was confirmed Ray had severe high blood pressure that had caused him to lose his kidneys. We were in shocked we had no idea. When they say it's a silent killer they are telling the truth. Here I am 9 months pregnant with now a 4 year old. I didn't have a clue what dialysis was or what to expect. Ray was in and out of the hospital my whole 9th month. He had to have a shunt put in for dialysis. Then he caught the flu. Well, then I caught the flu and ended up in the ER. Can I just tell you I was so happy when Eleni was born. Ray started dialysis the day after Eleni was born. He did ok but it was a huge adjustment for all of us. He wasn't fond of being on a machine 3 times a week for 4 hours each time. He didn't get to see the girls much because when he wasn't at dialysis he was weak and slept a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a year of dialysis Ray's sister donated one of her kidneys. The kidney worked right away but not for long. He was in and out of the hospital a lot that first year. He would do ok for awhile then he would get sick again. Finally they told Ray that the kidney would probably reject all together it was just a matter of time.  He became very ill again and this time complained of severe chest pains. We went to the doctors once again never expecting the news we were about to get. Ray was 28 years old and had 5 blocked arteries and one was a main artery. He had to have a quadruple bypass. It took him a long time to recover. He  never really completely recovered from the transplant and now this. He ended up doing very well over time. Then about 6 months later more bad news came. We were told that the dye they used to look at his heart and the over all heart surgery caused his kidney to completely reject. He ended up back on dialysis. That kidney lasted Ray for almost five years. Ray went back on dialysis for almost two years when we received that wonderful phone call saying they had another kidney for him. He has had that kidney now 8 years knock on wood. Ray had a mini stroke a few years back and it took him some time to recover from that as well. We now think the stroke may have been caused by stress. They ran a bunch of test and then they wanted to catheterize him and look at his heart but he wouldn't let them. He's scared it will mess up this kidney. They told him that was a risk and they understood. He goes for regular check ups and takes 10 different medications. He looks well and is doing well. I know we have been blessed so many times. I am thankful for everyday Ray is in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUXdYEmcnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yBb6am4Q43c/s200/IMG_6555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302169929744020082" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*******************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks again for all the kind comments on my past post. I have my down days because I worry about Ray a lot. Finding a job is not only about the money but also taking some of the load off of him. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and even if you don't do anything special for Valentine's Day tell that special someone how much you love them. You never know what tomorrow will have in store for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-295125286293352934?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/295125286293352934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=295125286293352934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/295125286293352934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/295125286293352934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUYEAbs9tI/AAAAAAAAATE/x2Ay_PcYxp8/s72-c/IMG_6450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-4754899525044634104</id><published>2009-02-13T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:42:07.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyd's Bear Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT4yqbLorI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SyjAAKXK2eY/s200/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302136210587361970" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT5D0lC0eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zkX4YWAPAZc/s200/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302136505370857954" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT5qCm7LjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f7M4NibNbGg/s200/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302137161971871282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my pictures and found pictures of our vacation in 2007. My father and brother live PA not far from Boyd's Country. As you have seen in my previous posts I have collected Boyd's Bears for many years. Since we were going up to PA to visit my brother and Dad we went by Boyd's Country. I went a few years back and loved it. I was so happy to see that the decor had changed a little since my last visit. Even if you don't collect Boyd's it is a very nice place to visit. They have tons of antique's and Prim goodies. Oh and did I mention hundreds of bears. I don't collect them anymore but I loved going and would go again. Here are a few of my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT6VqsU2NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ldgCGc18MjY/s200/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302137911466318034" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT6zxxQl_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5tQ2K1MYdTE/s200/IMG_3672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302138428762134514" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT6l_SPOkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iQRD_Ii754w/s200/IMG_3671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302138191871949378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess the bears need to have some fun sometime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT7zs75FvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pgk-QScQLNk/s200/IMG_3673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302139526976182002" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT8RL-crQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/92ELJ7-rDNg/s200/IMG_3674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140033524608258" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT8oPSLmdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FAIH7a2w8VQ/s200/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140429549672914" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is actually an old tractor and the bear is sitting on a child size tractor. I think my brother had one like that when he was little but it was green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT-NTbsWYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gGNxbmCaGOI/s200/IMG_3686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142165830097282" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT9RJvjPFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fQR6GepwvJI/s200/IMG_3687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302141132436880466" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT9rV1b01I/AAAAAAAAAQk/iBo-m2S7G1c/s200/IMG_3688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302141582359384914" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can actually walk across this little bridge and it has actual running water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT_Gnao9RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8djQEASEw7Y/s200/IMG_3701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143150446933266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even the bears have to eat sometime right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT_ohq4NQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OSQOtN8QfOM/s200/IMG_3702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143733019981058" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT_2nxY84I/AAAAAAAAARE/s5iuwn5lyRM/s200/IMG_3703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143975176074114" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are a few of my favorite things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUBJ80d03I/AAAAAAAAARc/PQAk0nbydQQ/s200/IMG_3708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302145406755263346" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUAjC1w_CI/AAAAAAAAARM/XPPf2W4q7FY/s200/IMG_3704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144738356427810" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUAzcXoHjI/AAAAAAAAARU/gH-k7cp4sSc/s200/IMG_3707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302145020087246386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's hard to tell but the first picture has an old singer machine in it. I loved this old washer in the middle picture. My favorite is this old tub. My Nanny had a tub like this and I could soak for hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUC17vdGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hkWe9ZaXkT0/s200/IMG_3718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302147261891680642" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUCkzYqpZI/AAAAAAAAARs/H2CcvuJgTTs/s200/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302146967590839698" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My girls were amazed at the old cameras and movie reels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUBgUwImcI/AAAAAAAAARk/XINaQyWfwb0/s200/IMG_3715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302145791136668098" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUD0o6PEiI/AAAAAAAAASE/FqfiY0AVaw8/s200/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302148339168383522" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUDmmgbP9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hvf5AyS-oVo/s200/IMG_3737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302148098005090258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved this old truck and I loved both stoves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This place is three stories and packed full with so many things to see and it offers something for every age. I saved the best for last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUEwfd7orI/AAAAAAAAASM/4uN2HOOQYjc/s320/IMG_3733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302149367425901234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From here they go to the nursery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUFmpUBBMI/AAAAAAAAASc/5sZfUayoicI/s200/IMG_3730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302150297781601474" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUF9AnFAKI/AAAAAAAAASs/QcWzHGZ4SL8/s200/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302150681992691874" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZUFw-pnStI/AAAAAAAAASk/F8B-vQ_BgVM/s200/IMG_3731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302150475308026578" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you enjoyed a few of my pictures. If you are going that way it's worth the visit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-4754899525044634104?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/4754899525044634104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=4754899525044634104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4754899525044634104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/4754899525044634104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/boyds-bear-country.html' title='Boyd&apos;s Bear Country'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZT4yqbLorI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SyjAAKXK2eY/s72-c/IMG_3639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-3927370618232734512</id><published>2009-02-11T00:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:35:27.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Favorite Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was sitting here wondering what is it about a certain blog that makes you come back over and over?I love to read blogs about your family and your decorating ideas. I like to see what projects people are working on and what they are cooking. So what makes you visit a certain blog? Do feel you are drawn to a blog by it's pictures or by the topics? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to everyone for your ideas on my little dresser. I really would love to use it in the kitchen but what could I put inside it? Loved the bathroom idea also a lot of goodies could be stored in it for that room. Another great thing about blogging you guys are always so helpful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks everyone for your kind comments. I have my up days and my down days. I  seem to be having more down than up lately. I am hoping to get lost in some projects which should keep my mind busy so I don't worry so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-3927370618232734512?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/3927370618232734512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=3927370618232734512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3927370618232734512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/3927370618232734512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-favorite-blog.html' title='Your Favorite Blog'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7520349827870205352</id><published>2009-02-09T22:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:04:57.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of some Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZD2D1P4aSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7O4Cf4Kz5pk/s1600-h/IMG_6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZD2D1P4aSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7O4Cf4Kz5pk/s200/IMG_6751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007307108804898" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZD2MseQNwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_dxnfalUQE8/s200/IMG_6752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007459371988738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK I need some ideas. A few years ago my Nanny gave me this little dresser. If I know her she got it from the TS. She said when she seen it she knew I had to have it. Anything my Nanny ever gave me was a treasure and now more so since she is gone. So here it is. It's 14" tall and 5 1/2" wide with six drawers. There are no pulls so it's hard to get the drawers open. I was thinking of attaching some knobs on and painting it BUT what do I do with it? I am open to any suggestions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't really been in a blogging mood lately. I like many others was glued to my TV to see what our new President had to say. I sit here everyday searching for hours for a job. It's getting really scary and I have several neighbors who are also feeling what I am feeling. I hope and I pray that this country can be turned around. I thought being unemployed was going to be a good time to catch up on some projects and learn a few new ones. I have not done anything but clean and look for work. I can not seem to relax long enough to get into any projects I feel so guilty for doing anything enjoyable. I hope you guys can help me get motivated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7520349827870205352?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7520349827870205352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7520349827870205352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7520349827870205352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7520349827870205352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-need-of-some-ideas.html' title='In Need of some Ideas'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SZD2D1P4aSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7O4Cf4Kz5pk/s72-c/IMG_6751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670668136184599161.post-7160987640496421466</id><published>2009-02-05T07:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:28:57.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S A GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnhrSeChGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-rUSyL58KyM/s1600-h/Jessica+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnhrSeChGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-rUSyL58KyM/s200/Jessica+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014570386556002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems like yesterday but it was actually 20 years ago my sweet Jessica was born. After 32 hours of labor and a c-section she was finally here my 6lb 7oz bundle of joy. She procrastinated then and still does to this very day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnh4a6DgdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z0EiV8wT23k/s200/Jessica+Birthday+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014795989844434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken in 1989 her first Christmas. This is her cousin Nikki they were born just 6 weeks apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnid2GDvTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BVXnu2sCPE4/s200/Jessica+Birthday+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299015438943108402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken a couple of years later. This is the year she got her first Cabbage Patch doll Angie. As you can tell she is feeding Angie. Shhhh don't tell anyone but she still has Angie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYni96spovI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vxIZM6xUtcM/s200/Jessica+Birthday+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299015989934531314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Jessica and Eleni. Jessica was almost 5 and Eleni was almost 6 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnjdNzqgrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2-HrpOrnnNM/s200/Jessica+Birthday+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016527640167090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy they grow a lot in 5 years. Jessica is 10 here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnkdMpjMbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/atd7cVhWtjA/s200/Jessica's+Pictures+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299017626840936882" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnk0rS32fI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZuIaQ0wxw7U/s200/102_1212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299018030204312050" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are just a few from those silly teen years. Jessica and her oldest best friend Victoria. Then there are her new best friend Ashley and Julie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnmCpd5lDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2K1tWu9A298/s200/IMG_6052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299019369743488050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't go without including a picture of Jessica and her dearest, bestest friend in the world. Jessica and Pepper share a special bond. He loves her unconditionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel a little sad because my sweet little Jessica isn't a little girl anymore but a fine young lady. Her Dad and I couldn't have a raised a finer young lady. Happy 20th Birthday Jessica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blog is going to surprise Jessica more than anything. This is the first time I have used my scanner by myself. She will never expect to see these pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4670668136184599161-7160987640496421466?l=never-so-simple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/feeds/7160987640496421466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4670668136184599161&amp;postID=7160987640496421466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7160987640496421466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4670668136184599161/posts/default/7160987640496421466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-so-simple.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-girl.html' title='IT&quot;S A GIRL'/><author><name>Never So Simple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708337214525504656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/TSd7eXZFhLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/B_iIonmn-2k/S220/IMG_3358.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoPrZNPU1Mk/SYnhrSeChGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-rUSyL58KyM/s72-c/Jessica+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
