<?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-6537020234429240391</id><updated>2012-02-12T13:01:48.554-08:00</updated><category term='lly gives a good workout.'/><title type='text'>Nowhere Near the Kitchen</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about me and my activities, not soup to nuts though because I don't go near the kitchen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>552</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2414142820743515472</id><published>2012-02-12T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:01:48.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW9qOJIm9gY/TzgoTqBoQFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qXHAsNDLpyI/s1600/iron_cornstalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708356845855850578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW9qOJIm9gY/TzgoTqBoQFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qXHAsNDLpyI/s400/iron_cornstalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary , my daughter knows what a soft touch we are for feeding the animals in the winter time. So she gave us this interesting squirrel feeder. We have the fattest fox squirrels you have ever seen and they like to feed on the sunflower seeds that fall under the bird feeder. We also have little red squirrels. They can jump onto the bird feeder but it is one of those that closes up if there is too much weight on the perch. The red squirrels learned to hang from the holes in the side of the feeder until Hubby put tape over them. Lastly we have black squirrels. They are the most nimble. One would make a flying leap from the tree to the stand for the peanut feeder. Hubby would open the window and shoot at him with an air gun. The squirrel learned to jump off the feeder as soon as he heard the window open. Now Hubby attached a black garbage bag to the tree over the squirrels jumping off point and that has stopped. Now they have their own feeder.&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xqBdQIsHLw/TzgmSGttKbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xF7rZDUC8H8/s1600/tracks_in_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708354620173920690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xqBdQIsHLw/TzgmSGttKbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xF7rZDUC8H8/s400/tracks_in_snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2414142820743515472?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2414142820743515472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2414142820743515472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2414142820743515472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2414142820743515472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/winter-feeding.html' title='Winter Feeding'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW9qOJIm9gY/TzgoTqBoQFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qXHAsNDLpyI/s72-c/iron_cornstalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1741665276730059667</id><published>2012-02-11T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:54:32.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Barf!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVRTH2vXQI/Tzbjh7BupAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/tieX07qVjxM/s1600/1202_11_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707999749658813442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVRTH2vXQI/Tzbjh7BupAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/tieX07qVjxM/s400/1202_11_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on my brother's anniversary quilt. It is my own creation and involves appliqueing a tree to the center of the quilt. I have the design of the branches drawn out on a plastic tablecloth and then I use a light box to place the branches and blossoms on the tree. Needless to say it is a little time consuming. I had a section of the quilt top all laid out on the table in my craft room where I could work on it a little at a time. This morning when I walked into the room I discovered CAT BARF on the quilt. Hubby took a picture of everything I had pinned and I numbered the pieces and washed the quilt top. All came out and we are back in business again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1741665276730059667?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1741665276730059667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1741665276730059667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1741665276730059667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1741665276730059667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/car-barf.html' title='Car Barf!!'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVRTH2vXQI/Tzbjh7BupAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/tieX07qVjxM/s72-c/1202_11_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7439201227403715005</id><published>2012-02-09T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:33:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR9WyR_KFzw/TzXhTl-QHdI/AAAAAAAAA38/gON9FaP3mSo/s1600/1202_10_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707715829488950738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR9WyR_KFzw/TzXhTl-QHdI/AAAAAAAAA38/gON9FaP3mSo/s400/1202_10_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been cleaning up my craft room and trying to make some more space for more stuff. I had a big box of fleece which other people have given me. Most of it was in pieces too small to do anything with. I also have a fellow Lion whose wife makes pajamas for poor children and she had lots of fleece pieces which she cut 5 inches square for me to make a quilt for charity. I made 6 baby buntings for Sofie and Molly and the rest of my fleece I also cut into 5 inch squares. I made one charity blanket and have enough for two more. I can now put the remainder of my fleece in a little box. I also used my new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bernina&lt;/span&gt; that I got for Christmas. It is wonderful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7439201227403715005?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7439201227403715005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7439201227403715005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7439201227403715005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7439201227403715005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/fleece.html' title='Fleece'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR9WyR_KFzw/TzXhTl-QHdI/AAAAAAAAA38/gON9FaP3mSo/s72-c/1202_10_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5115250420340664413</id><published>2012-02-07T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:09:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Bite</title><content type='html'>We have new neighbors renting the house next door. They have two little dogs which I think are c0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ckapoos&lt;/span&gt;. They yap constantly when they are outside and bark at us when we go into the yard. Today I had come home from an outing , parked the car in the garage and walked out to the street to get my mail. I noticed the dogs were loose and were in my front yard on the opposite side from their home. They came running at me and one bit my leg enough to break the skin and leave a bruise. I darted into the house. After I noticed the dogs had wandered further down the street. I ran &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; door and told them the dogs had escaped and had bit me. The young man who lived there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; the dogs home and came to my house and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; and said the dogs had had their shots. I am sure if the dogs bite again I will call the police, maybe if I see them out of their yard again. Why do people want dogs who bite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5115250420340664413?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5115250420340664413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5115250420340664413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5115250420340664413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5115250420340664413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/dog-bite.html' title='Dog Bite'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8298174722507636999</id><published>2012-02-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:44:43.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I Have Read This Year</title><content type='html'>It is always so hard to erase the list of books I have read at the start of a new year. That is probably why I have waited to February. But the time has come. I usually read at night in bed. My Dad always had a fit if he caught you reading in the daytime. He would tell about a family who lived in filth but read books all day. As I get older that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; sound so bad but I still rarely read in the daytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8298174722507636999?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8298174722507636999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8298174722507636999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8298174722507636999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8298174722507636999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/books-i-have-read-this-year.html' title='Books I Have Read This Year'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7831422671565331314</id><published>2012-02-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:21:18.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjTLJfGrvZ0/Ty7WpWzLg-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w0Qxs4HqenU/s1600/fish_city_with_flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705733783908221922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjTLJfGrvZ0/Ty7WpWzLg-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w0Qxs4HqenU/s400/fish_city_with_flash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's done.! It's finally finished. I just finished Fish City. It had 15 pages of directions and it took me a little over 5 years to complete. It is a silly stupid project but I will frame it and hang it in my upstairs hallway. Maybe the grand children will enjoy it. It is a lot like a Richard Scary picture with lots of fish with funny expressions. There are kissing fish in a taxi cab and a crab with his lunchbox and sandwich. John gave the pattern to me as a Christmas present and I will put it in my will that he inherits it. (No one else wants it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7831422671565331314?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7831422671565331314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7831422671565331314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7831422671565331314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7831422671565331314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjTLJfGrvZ0/Ty7WpWzLg-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/w0Qxs4HqenU/s72-c/fish_city_with_flash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5962663917207501310</id><published>2012-02-03T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:12:44.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying having a new Grandchild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAiTfhjscis/TyyFy19CVYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/98GNft91QUc/s1600/111229_Sofie_with_Keegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705081936494613890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAiTfhjscis/TyyFy19CVYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/98GNft91QUc/s400/111229_Sofie_with_Keegan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have enjoyed all my grandchildren but some of them are getting older and so it is nice to have some young ones. Sammy came to visit last month. He is two years old and Sofie was born in December. I have been busy knitting and sewing. I made a set of these bibs for Sofie and another for Molly who is due later this month.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705081507042843810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR6t2pu5u-o/TyyFZ2HwXKI/AAAAAAAAA3M/a-I36m6n89E/s400/1110_31_006.jpg" /&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/6537020234429240391-5962663917207501310?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5962663917207501310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5962663917207501310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5962663917207501310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5962663917207501310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/02/enjoying-having-new-grandchild.html' title='Enjoying having a new Grandchild'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAiTfhjscis/TyyFy19CVYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/98GNft91QUc/s72-c/111229_Sofie_with_Keegan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2045545304528384881</id><published>2012-01-29T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T08:36:40.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Month</title><content type='html'>Wow! it has been a busy month. On the 14th of January I had a shower for Gretel and had 28 people here in my living room. It went really well but thank God I had help from Martha and Rejina. My vertigo still comes and goes but not nearly as bad. Bill and Rejina came to visit with their two year old Sammy. What a cutie! He talks non-stop and when he walks into a room says, "What's happening!" Baby Sofie was christened down in Ohio. It was a beautiful ceremony and she even smiled at the priest when he poured water on her. A dear friend had a son who at the age of 36 had a brain aneurysm and we went to the funeral yesterday. The cold wind and snow blowing in the cemetery was awesome. Mary and Brian and Sofie came up for the funeral and stayed the weekend. I think, maybe, things will calm down a bit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2045545304528384881?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2045545304528384881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2045545304528384881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2045545304528384881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2045545304528384881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-month.html' title='A Busy Month'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3543800685626232980</id><published>2012-01-10T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:27:36.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benign Positional Vertigo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I noticed the beginning of another episode of vertigo. Today when I awoke it was full force again. It figures I have almost 30 people coming to my house on Saturday for a baby shower for Gretel. I looked it up on Googol and it said that the spinning occurs when one tips their head and one of the treatments was not to tip your head. I guess "benign" means it won't hurt you (unless you lose your balance or upchuck in an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inopportune&lt;/span&gt; place) and it also means that there are no easy solutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3543800685626232980?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3543800685626232980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3543800685626232980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3543800685626232980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3543800685626232980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/benign-positional-vertigo.html' title='Benign Positional Vertigo'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1826047248614506387</id><published>2012-01-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:59:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!!</title><content type='html'>Today I decided it was time to get back on Weight Watchers. I have signed up on line. Last year I lost 13 pounds. Not enough to break records but the Doctor called me fit! So this morning I weighed in and listed my breakfast only to find that the New! weight watchers has lowered my points by 3! I was having enough trouble before staying within my points. Hubby likes to buy those big jars of cashews from Costco and they certainly are a weakness of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1826047248614506387?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1826047248614506387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1826047248614506387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1826047248614506387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1826047248614506387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!!'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6422005100982298191</id><published>2012-01-03T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:01:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and Blue Lights</title><content type='html'>Tonight as Hubby and I were coming home from the Master Gardeners meeting, we had a surprise. As Hubby turned the car into our subdivision, the sky behind us lit up with bright red and blue lights. Hubby immediately pulled over and I said to him, "What did you do?" He said "I don't know." You know how you sit there while the policeman is undoing his safety belt, uncocking his gun or whatever. I wondered what all the neighbors were thinking. After asking for drivers license, proof of insurance and registration, he told us one of our headlights was out. I still don't think he needed all those lights for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6422005100982298191?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6422005100982298191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6422005100982298191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6422005100982298191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6422005100982298191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-and-blue-lights.html' title='Red and Blue Lights'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7319809746533079099</id><published>2012-01-02T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:08:15.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I made a resolution to blog more but I can't think of what to write. The last company left on the train this morning. The cat has been having a bout of diarrhea. (Her life is in danger). All the Christmas decorations are put away and it's cold out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7319809746533079099?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7319809746533079099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7319809746533079099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7319809746533079099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7319809746533079099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='A New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8822732208214479783</id><published>2011-12-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:02:03.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEG-F_2JQrI/TvFMHxax2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sNdlzysbG_Y/s1600/Sofie_sock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688411500754098546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEG-F_2JQrI/TvFMHxax2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sNdlzysbG_Y/s400/Sofie_sock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are ready for Sofie for Christmas. She will not be here to celebrate but we will have a stocking for her hung on the mantle. Her Mom says she is a good baby. When I talk to Mary on the phone, most of the time she is cooing to the baby. I think that is a good thing. &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;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688411308443836946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y83_1SIgb0/TvFL8lAcIhI/AAAAAAAAA20/OIxMOjcfksw/s400/393306_2832328936156_1497142906_2847815_468527814_n.jpg" /&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/6537020234429240391-8822732208214479783?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8822732208214479783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8822732208214479783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8822732208214479783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8822732208214479783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/12/ready-for-christmas.html' title='Ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEG-F_2JQrI/TvFMHxax2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sNdlzysbG_Y/s72-c/Sofie_sock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1719224472713830436</id><published>2011-12-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:33:20.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spike" is "Sofie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH6QD21pac4/Tu00iRR8eyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Gldd9s1gKW0/s1600/1112_16_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687259667797670690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH6QD21pac4/Tu00iRR8eyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Gldd9s1gKW0/s400/1112_16_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofie was born yesterday at 4:02 in the afternoon. She weighed 8 lbs 1 oz. She is beautiful and has blue eyes and a full head of brown hair. Both Mom and baby are doing fine. I drove down to see her in the hospital and held her every moment I could. I took my two sweaters with me. By the way, Sofie's middle name is Margaret because she has two Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Peggy's&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/6537020234429240391-1719224472713830436?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1719224472713830436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1719224472713830436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1719224472713830436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1719224472713830436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/12/spike-is-sofie.html' title='&quot;Spike&quot; is &quot;Sofie&quot;'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH6QD21pac4/Tu00iRR8eyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Gldd9s1gKW0/s72-c/1112_16_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-815797038243390184</id><published>2011-12-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:10:45.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33MTrItbqGs/TuQCzjtBp4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/RuWMWoJiaKA/s1600/1112_10_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684671714429085570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33MTrItbqGs/TuQCzjtBp4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/RuWMWoJiaKA/s400/1112_10_016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary's baby is due anytime now. Since we don't know the baby's gender, I made both a pink sweater and a blue sweater. Mary seems happy with unisex clothes for the baby but I don't want it to have to figure its sex out by itself. The moon is full this weekend which I understand makes it perfect timing for a baby to be born.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684671551409286322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pw_s9Yw_F1M/TuQCqEaE7LI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/LtXKZcB1si8/s400/Full_Moon_dist.jpg" /&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/6537020234429240391-815797038243390184?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/815797038243390184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=815797038243390184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/815797038243390184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/815797038243390184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-ready.html' title='Im Ready'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33MTrItbqGs/TuQCzjtBp4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/RuWMWoJiaKA/s72-c/1112_10_016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8907360962341700006</id><published>2011-12-06T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:01:44.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arUT8ezyJs4/Tt7JAVhhvMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lfqTwm8d5m8/s1600/1112_03_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683200787403095234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arUT8ezyJs4/Tt7JAVhhvMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lfqTwm8d5m8/s400/1112_03_017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a busy week for Lion activity. We had 4 Lion functions in 5 days. Wednesday was our regular Lion meeting. Thursday we went to the Leader Dog Kick-off dinner. Saturday we worked at the Village Christmas Party. and Sunday we had to beg outside the Kroger store for Candy Cane week. The Christmas party was lots of fun. It was a brunch and Santa Claus arrived in his sleigh pulled by two reindeer. Hubby had the job of taking pictures of the kids with Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8907360962341700006?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8907360962341700006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8907360962341700006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8907360962341700006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8907360962341700006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-visit.html' title='Santa Visit'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arUT8ezyJs4/Tt7JAVhhvMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lfqTwm8d5m8/s72-c/1112_03_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5935003549177614516</id><published>2011-12-02T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:46:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leader Dog Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night Hubby and I went to a benefit dinner for the Leader Dog Organization. As part of the program they had several people talk about their experience wit a Leader Dog. One man told about being an ordinary kid and getting his drivers license at 16 , his pilots license at 21, and having a fulfilling career. He always had some trouble with his night vision. Gradually he began to lose his peripheral vision. Upon examination the doctor told him he had retinal degeneration and would become blind. He did. He told about having 80 to 100 people working for him and then being let go by his company because he could not see. It really is mind blowing to think of something like that happening to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5935003549177614516?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5935003549177614516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5935003549177614516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5935003549177614516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5935003549177614516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/12/leader-dog-dinner.html' title='Leader Dog Dinner'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7314284370742983603</id><published>2011-11-30T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:24:49.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Monday we went to the Outlet Mall at Birch Run. Hubby, who hates to shop did very well and only asked "Are we done yet?" a few times. We aren't done yet but put a substantial notch in the job. We buy for 4 daughters 3 sons, 2 daughter-in-laws, 3 son -in-laws. 7 grandchildren, Mom and 1 brother and his wife. I have 10 of them finished. I bought Christmas cards too but I haven't started to send them out. I started my pillowcases last night. (I give everyone their Christmas gifts in a pillow case.) I still have to do "Spike's Christmas stocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7314284370742983603?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7314284370742983603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7314284370742983603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7314284370742983603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7314284370742983603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7721096077926826584</id><published>2011-11-29T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:17:08.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for the Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wrTyZtb4Gs/TtU9p9NzQzI/AAAAAAAAA14/dm5fI5fdQcg/s1600/1110_31_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680514296014127922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wrTyZtb4Gs/TtU9p9NzQzI/AAAAAAAAA14/dm5fI5fdQcg/s400/1110_31_008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rqBjar2IdY/TtU9jQJ_KII/AAAAAAAAA1s/oYN5lf-7VI8/s1600/1110_31_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680514180839319682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rqBjar2IdY/TtU9jQJ_KII/AAAAAAAAA1s/oYN5lf-7VI8/s400/1110_31_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKYFPSr1Kk/TtU9Vq04ITI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UpMO9Ez06OQ/s1600/1110_31_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680513947480367410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKYFPSr1Kk/TtU9Vq04ITI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UpMO9Ez06OQ/s400/1110_31_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of knitting for "Spike" and Molly.(formerly Heshimu) We still don't know "Spike's" gender so I am forced to use yellow and green. Even in New York, when I was too tired to pack any more I would sit and knit. I knitted in the car on the way to and from Brooklyn. These are some of the things I have finished.&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/6537020234429240391-7721096077926826584?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7721096077926826584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7721096077926826584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7721096077926826584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7721096077926826584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-ready-for-babies.html' title='Getting Ready for the Babies'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wrTyZtb4Gs/TtU9p9NzQzI/AAAAAAAAA14/dm5fI5fdQcg/s72-c/1110_31_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4222726796017224468</id><published>2011-11-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:09:01.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Job</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Brooklyn.  My daughter, Gretel, is moving to a much nicer apartment and since she is 6 months pregnant I went to help her pack. Both she and her husband work long hours so they really have very little time, so I really felt useful. Living in New York City is quite a different experience. Every morning around 10 I went down the 4 flights of stairs and to the corner Dunkin Donut for a cup of coffee. (then back up those 4 flights of stairs.) At lunch time I went down the 4 flights of stairs and two blocks away to get a Diet coke and then back up the 4 flights of stairs. By the last day I remembered to take a bag of trash down the stairs with me. (The stairs made a big impression on me.) Friday night I met Gretel at her work place (on 5th Avenue) and we walked around the little street fair booths and had dinner and then looked at Macy and other windows. The Rockefeller tree still had scaffolding around it. The subways really is easy to use but when we came home, The Tummy drove. It took us 2 hours on the train to get to the car rental for the 600mile trip home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4222726796017224468?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4222726796017224468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4222726796017224468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4222726796017224468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4222726796017224468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-job.html' title='A Big Job'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4860479760354804001</id><published>2011-10-31T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:57:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilts for the Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgIr6W55mPw/Tq7gmvnBS4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/zKlElceV57E/s1600/1110_31_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669715937125813122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgIr6W55mPw/Tq7gmvnBS4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/zKlElceV57E/s400/1110_31_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for two new grandchildren. Mary's baby is due December 16th and Gretel's is due February 27th. I have been knitting and sewing up a storm. I finished the quilts for each of the babies. Spike's (Mary's baby)has a jungle nursery theme and therefore the jungle theme quilt. The design came from a book called "Rock-a-Bye Quilts and originally had cows jumping over the moon. Mary chose the brighter colors and I found wall stickers from the Dollar Tree that I copied for the animals. I made the polka dot quilt for Heshimu (Gretel's baby.) It's design directly from "Fons &amp;amp; Porter's Love of Quilting" May/June 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669715222983725090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvDN4WEftgg/Tq7f9LOR0CI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8d3Bf7GgU_w/s400/1110_31_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4860479760354804001?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4860479760354804001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4860479760354804001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4860479760354804001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4860479760354804001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/10/quilts-for-babies.html' title='Quilts for the Babies'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgIr6W55mPw/Tq7gmvnBS4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/zKlElceV57E/s72-c/1110_31_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6304115599794647299</id><published>2011-10-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:31:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenfield Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5ERAyWmYUHY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Hubby and I volunteered at Greenfield Village. We were passing out programs for the event. It was very cold but there were over 7000 guests. Most of them were in wonderful costumes. We say whole families of skunks,prisoners in stripes, penguins and angels. We also saw lots of Harry Potter characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6304115599794647299?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6304115599794647299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6304115599794647299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6304115599794647299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6304115599794647299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/10/greenfield-village.html' title='Greenfield Village'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5ERAyWmYUHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8412270924634321020</id><published>2011-10-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:59:19.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Fellow Bloggers</title><content type='html'>After blogging for several years, you get to know certain bloggers even though you have never really met them. &lt;a href="http://estorboloco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Estorbo&lt;/a&gt; has become a favorite and it is not because I have a black cat who is definitely high maintenance and a nuisance. Probably because the "wooman" who writes the blog can really describe her feelings well and the photography is fantastic. When I heard Estorbo was ill, it really hurt like he was an old friend. When &lt;a href="http://kittbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitalog's&lt;/a&gt; dog Sophie died it was the same way. I never had a poodle but still again I could feel her love for this dog and her photography is magnificent. I hope Estorbo does all right I would really miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8412270924634321020?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8412270924634321020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8412270924634321020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8412270924634321020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8412270924634321020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-to-know-fellow-bloggers.html' title='Getting to Know Fellow Bloggers'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6902850315415242610</id><published>2011-10-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:03:55.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend in New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zyHzfBQG-8/TpeKcoZ9FsI/AAAAAAAAA04/sUgMo0_7IUE/s1600/1110_10_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663147280928937666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zyHzfBQG-8/TpeKcoZ9FsI/AAAAAAAAA04/sUgMo0_7IUE/s400/1110_10_033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the weekend with Super G and the Tummy in New York City. We like to stay in Fairfield New Jersey and take the bus into the Port Authority. It is cheaper and much less of a challenge than driving in NYC. One this weekend we did a lot of walking. We went to Liberty Island and Ellis Island. We walked around Battery Park and the pier, where we had a wonderful dinner outside (the weather was fantastic). The next day we went to the Cloisters in North Manhattan, It was far better than I ever imagined. Our last day we walked across the Brooklyn bridge and around Brooklyn Heights and had a Vietnamese Sandwich for lunch. It is hard to beat the city for attractions and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6902850315415242610?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6902850315415242610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6902850315415242610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6902850315415242610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6902850315415242610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-in-new-york-city.html' title='A Weekend in New York City'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zyHzfBQG-8/TpeKcoZ9FsI/AAAAAAAAA04/sUgMo0_7IUE/s72-c/1110_10_033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2699070304799116081</id><published>2011-09-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:15:31.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenfield Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGXtuawcn-8/Tm5MLMPFkpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lt74r4Fj3ac/s1600/Martha_Mary_Chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651538337543328402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGXtuawcn-8/Tm5MLMPFkpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lt74r4Fj3ac/s400/Martha_Mary_Chapel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Hubby and I volunteered at Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan, I am a docent at the Martha Mary Chapel and Hubby is a docent at the Edison Illuminating Building. Saturday was the "Old Car Festival." The place was full of old cars from 1915 to 1932. I fell in love with an Auburn. It was so dazzling with lots of chrome and more headlights than I thought possible. The day started out with a steady rain but around noon the sun came up and it was a glorious day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2699070304799116081?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2699070304799116081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2699070304799116081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2699070304799116081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2699070304799116081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/09/greenfield-village.html' title='Greenfield Village'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGXtuawcn-8/Tm5MLMPFkpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lt74r4Fj3ac/s72-c/Martha_Mary_Chapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2123459149674235328</id><published>2011-09-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:47:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flag Waver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKvyiC8lFec/TmEy08MELoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kFJVL24B5FM/s1600/1108_24_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647851292790632066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKvyiC8lFec/TmEy08MELoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kFJVL24B5FM/s400/1108_24_013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6dw79Oj36s/TmEywudMf1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/n66Uz7yvU4M/s1600/1108_24_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647851220384907090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6dw79Oj36s/TmEywudMf1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/n66Uz7yvU4M/s400/1108_24_012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no question about it. I am a patriotic flag waver. I like the flag waving outside our front door. Hubby, now, is very legalistic and will not leave the flag out if it is raining or after the sun goes down. The problem is where to keep the flag when it is not outside. We decided a patio umbrella stand in the foyer solved the problem. When people come over they look a little askance at us though as if we were housing a boy scout troop or something with the flag standing in the foyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2123459149674235328?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2123459149674235328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2123459149674235328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2123459149674235328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2123459149674235328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/09/flag-waver.html' title='A Flag Waver'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKvyiC8lFec/TmEy08MELoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kFJVL24B5FM/s72-c/1108_24_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3198443912896957184</id><published>2011-09-01T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:48:55.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVn7qdk2Dd0/Tl_TNH3W2tI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Uv9kwbFQKZI/s1600/1108_31_Giant_Anteater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464680148884178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVn7qdk2Dd0/Tl_TNH3W2tI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Uv9kwbFQKZI/s400/1108_31_Giant_Anteater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I decided to take a break and go to the zoo yesterday. It was a beautiful day, nice and cool. We had lunch at Friday's and then went to the zoo for the afternoon. It was fun to look at the animals and the gardens. I don't remember ever seeing an anteater before. The Detroit Zoo is full of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; gardens maintained by private individuals. The chipmunk was in one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; little gardens. We even stopped and ate some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dip'n&lt;/span&gt; Dots. Frankly, I wasn't impressed. I suppose they are less messy for children. All in all it was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464358329808738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ficl8I0JOjQ/Tl_S6Y_td2I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/X-m__bnbohw/s400/1108_31_chipmunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3198443912896957184?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3198443912896957184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3198443912896957184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3198443912896957184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3198443912896957184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/09/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVn7qdk2Dd0/Tl_TNH3W2tI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Uv9kwbFQKZI/s72-c/1108_31_Giant_Anteater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3791570027060234880</id><published>2011-08-25T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:48:02.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arnold and the Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ2lDqsBrcQ/Tla04FaltTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CJjCEn0oo14/s1600/1006_10_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644898058574869810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ2lDqsBrcQ/Tla04FaltTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CJjCEn0oo14/s400/1006_10_010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started to write this entry, the title came up as soon as I wrote "Arnold." I looked it up and sure enough a year ago I had an entry entitled "Arnold and the Chipmunks." Worse yet, it said just about everything I would have said about Arnold catching a chipmunk. It didn't say, however, that I think chipmunks are as cute as they can be, except-- they eat my flowers and sometimes dig them out of the pots for no apparent reason at all. Hubby tried catching chipmunks in a live trap and then submersing the whole trap. He got rid of 14 chipmunks that way in that one summer. Then, at a Master Gardener meeting, someone suggested that you leave a pail of water out with sunflower seeds floating on the top and the chipmunks will do themselves in. He tried that but came out in time to see the chipmunk swimming desperately and couldn't watch so he let him out. The chipmunk was apparently brain damaged and walked leaning heavily to one side. We decided Arnold was our best choice. Arnold got his exercise and enjoyment and the chipmunks had more than a fighting chance, besides it seems natures way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3791570027060234880?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3791570027060234880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3791570027060234880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3791570027060234880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3791570027060234880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/arnold-and-chipmunks.html' title='Arnold and the Chipmunks'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ2lDqsBrcQ/Tla04FaltTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CJjCEn0oo14/s72-c/1006_10_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1014147374707828208</id><published>2011-08-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:29:15.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha is a Civil Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-794OVSXGy3U/TlUmzW6bE8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/CcpqDq7DPPc/s1600/1108_24_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644460371744592834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-794OVSXGy3U/TlUmzW6bE8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/CcpqDq7DPPc/s400/1108_24_010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Martha received her diploma from the University of Detroit Mercy and is now a civil engineer. We had a big party with her sister's family from New York, a brother's family from Maryland, a sister's family from Ohio, and a brother from Wisconsin. Great Grandma was there along with aunts and uncles, cousins and lots of friends. It was quite a celebration. Now she needs a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1014147374707828208?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1014147374707828208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1014147374707828208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1014147374707828208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1014147374707828208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/martha-is-civil-engineer.html' title='Martha is a Civil Engineer'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-794OVSXGy3U/TlUmzW6bE8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/CcpqDq7DPPc/s72-c/1108_24_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-926297304566121909</id><published>2011-08-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T07:31:04.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da2Hu9IqSO8/Tj6ho-Z3gSI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Az-yagmg1Oo/s1600/Milkrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638121508832772386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da2Hu9IqSO8/Tj6ho-Z3gSI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Az-yagmg1Oo/s400/Milkrings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two weeks until Martha's graduation party and now that I have four days until we are back to having company, I have to get back to cleaning. I still have the kitchen to do. It gets really dusty up on the hanging lights and the fan blades. I cleaned the living room and dining room last week. My cats are rather bulimic at times so I had to scrub the wood floor. When I pulled out the credenza to clean behind it. I found 15 milk bottle rings. Hubby says the cats must use it as "goal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-926297304566121909?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/926297304566121909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=926297304566121909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/926297304566121909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/926297304566121909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-cleaning.html' title='Back to Cleaning'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da2Hu9IqSO8/Tj6ho-Z3gSI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Az-yagmg1Oo/s72-c/Milkrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8423079360787129459</id><published>2011-08-06T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:03:17.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sew Like the Wind"</title><content type='html'>I am a "Three Amigos" fan and I love that line, "Sew like the Wind." Gretel stopped here today and told me she is expecting a baby in February. I am so pleased! But that means I have twice as much knitting to do , two baby quilts and two baby name embroideries. I only have one stocking to complete by Christmas though. I am thrilled I just better "Sew like the wind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8423079360787129459?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8423079360787129459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8423079360787129459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8423079360787129459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8423079360787129459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/sew-like-wind.html' title='&quot;Sew Like the Wind&quot;'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8077167524957022519</id><published>2011-08-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:21:56.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNmt6ENddY/TjwKfxCcwGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PciWWUS5ix4/s1600/Eastern_Tiger_Swallowtail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637392374416851042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNmt6ENddY/TjwKfxCcwGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PciWWUS5ix4/s400/Eastern_Tiger_Swallowtail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Hubby took this picture of an Eastern Swallowtail butterfly. He was very excited about it. Later that day I told him about this neat article I saw on &lt;a href="http://kittbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kittalog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about eagles. He went to her site and looked at back episodes and found the Western Swallowtail Butterfly from her July 23rd entry. He was thrilled and even more amazed by her photography. (I don't know what she does for her living but her photography is excellent). He said," I need a new camera. " So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kitt&lt;/span&gt; if you are reading this, What kind of camera do you have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8077167524957022519?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8077167524957022519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8077167524957022519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8077167524957022519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8077167524957022519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNmt6ENddY/TjwKfxCcwGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PciWWUS5ix4/s72-c/Eastern_Tiger_Swallowtail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4100513810531588151</id><published>2011-08-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:12:36.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a-rI8rtVgA/Tjq2152HTfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/LrZN-yt2H1k/s1600/1108_01_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637018920784711154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a-rI8rtVgA/Tjq2152HTfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/LrZN-yt2H1k/s400/1108_01_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHM06BnHsDQ/Tjq2vErBXaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Y9vnkbWrFiw/s1600/1108_01_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637018803431890338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHM06BnHsDQ/Tjq2vErBXaI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Y9vnkbWrFiw/s400/1108_01_012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been busy planting in our new garden space but so have the chipmunks. We feed the birds. We have sunflowers for the cardinals and sparrows. Peanuts for the woodpeckers, nuthatches and sparrows. We have thistle for the finches and sparrows. We have a grape jelly feeder for the orioles and a hummingbird feeder. The birds tend to scatter seed and the chipmunks and squirrels love it. The chipmunks tend to bury clumps of sunflower seeds in our garden. At this time we have at least 5 clumps of blooming sunflowers. We pulled out lone plants or those which were not in suitable locations. All in all the chipmunks are better at planting flowers than we are.&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/6537020234429240391-4100513810531588151?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4100513810531588151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4100513810531588151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4100513810531588151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4100513810531588151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunflowers.html' title='Sunflowers'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a-rI8rtVgA/Tjq2152HTfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/LrZN-yt2H1k/s72-c/1108_01_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2983697165915017429</id><published>2011-07-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:34:12.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Beetles</title><content type='html'>We have Knock Out roses around our front door patio. This year we are having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; problem with Japanese Beetles. We are told the best way to limit the damage is to pick the beetles off and drop them in soapy water. The Japanese Beetle traps don't work because they attract beetles from miles around. The beetle is a pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iridescent&lt;/span&gt; green color but eats everything and leaves the leas and flowers all lacy. I am not the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeamish&lt;/span&gt; type especially if all I have to do is pick them up and not squish them, Tonight I found 20 beetles who died in my soapy water bucket. For more information go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Popillia_japonica.jpg"&gt;wikopedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2983697165915017429?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2983697165915017429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2983697165915017429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2983697165915017429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2983697165915017429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/japanese-beetles.html' title='Japanese Beetles'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4041229605265133469</id><published>2011-07-23T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:49:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Poker</title><content type='html'>In Michigan there are places where you can play Texas Hold-em but a charity must provide the license and the workers to handle the sale and redemption of chips. Our Lion's Club had 4 days at the Big Beaver Tavern. Hubby and I worked selling the chips. It was really an eye-opener. I can't imagine how such young people can afford to drop such big money and do it day after day. A lot of people came and played in the tournaments. They cost either $20 during the day or $30 at night. At least it gives an evening of entertainment for less bucks. Last night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt; taught us all how to play the game. We split up all the pennies in the house between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kameren&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt;, Martha, Hubby and I. We learned how it felt when there was a "player down" because Hubby and I were the first to run out of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4041229605265133469?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4041229605265133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4041229605265133469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4041229605265133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4041229605265133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/charity-poker.html' title='Charity Poker'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2841208382657908604</id><published>2011-07-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:32:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Hot Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1kVQp8HDz0/TijhPV-_RlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8V0tuBdYVxE/s1600/1107_21_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631998987742430802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1kVQp8HDz0/TijhPV-_RlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8V0tuBdYVxE/s400/1107_21_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631997788737213586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euQ21hde1CM/TijgJjV3lJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/eRG9LMKLzyw/s400/1107_21_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631997676057526306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHzO_Bv_L0Q/TijgC_k8ACI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZgeE3CNgNGA/s400/1107_21_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had planned to take the grandchildren up to Port Huron. They have a carnival there that goes with the Port Huron to Mackinac Sail Boat Race. We decided that spending hours at a carnival in 98 degree weather was not such a good idea. So we opted to go to the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn. It was lots of fun and air conditioned. When we left the museum, the car thermometer said 105. We stopped on the way home for a half gallon of ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Later it was pizza for dinner.&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/6537020234429240391-2841208382657908604?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2841208382657908604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2841208382657908604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2841208382657908604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2841208382657908604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/very-hot-day.html' title='A Very Hot Day'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1kVQp8HDz0/TijhPV-_RlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8V0tuBdYVxE/s72-c/1107_21_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4025838860565068652</id><published>2011-07-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:06:38.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2rtdVQ6PtU/Tib81-wNBUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/lw-WZo3QLyg/s1600/teddy%2Bno%2Bfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466388381828418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2rtdVQ6PtU/Tib81-wNBUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/lw-WZo3QLyg/s400/teddy%2Bno%2Bfoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the Teddy Bear suit for "Spike".(Spike is the name Mary has given to the unborn child she is carrying. It has something to do with its nose as it appeared on the ultrasound.) Luella from my water aerobics class helped me with it. I did fine until I got to the booties which were supposed to be attached to the suit. They came out a women's size five. so I decided to leave them off. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466215266490450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-1x7p85mQ0/Tib8r52SmFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TOgt9VN8288/s400/teddy%2Bwith%2Bfoot.jpg" /&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/6537020234429240391-4025838860565068652?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4025838860565068652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4025838860565068652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4025838860565068652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4025838860565068652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/teddy-bear-suit.html' title='Teddy Bear Suit'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2rtdVQ6PtU/Tib81-wNBUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/lw-WZo3QLyg/s72-c/teddy%2Bno%2Bfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3283076950442312496</id><published>2011-07-19T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:23:39.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kameren Learns to Sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJu2gSZsrBY/TiYD5abZajI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V3AlkwWnVbQ/s1600/1107_19_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631192668955044402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJu2gSZsrBY/TiYD5abZajI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V3AlkwWnVbQ/s400/1107_19_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My granddaughter, Kameren, is visiting with us this week. She is 8 years old. She asked me to show her how to sew. She picked out the pattern and the fabric from my stash. I was surprised at how well her choice looked. She pressed the pedal on the sewing machine and learned how to stay at the 5/8 mark. She told Aunt Martha she made the dress and Grandma helped a little. Grandpa has been busy teaching our grandson, Keegan, all about weather and airplanes. Keegan is 12 years old. They are good kids. This morning we went to visit Great Grandma and swam in her pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3283076950442312496?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3283076950442312496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3283076950442312496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3283076950442312496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3283076950442312496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/kameren-learns-to-sew.html' title='Kameren Learns to Sew'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJu2gSZsrBY/TiYD5abZajI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V3AlkwWnVbQ/s72-c/1107_19_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3324209158697583781</id><published>2011-07-12T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:41:55.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQsZDenseE8/ThzpzV_PMqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BPNdxF4GWWk/s1600/1107_09_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628630702591259298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQsZDenseE8/ThzpzV_PMqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BPNdxF4GWWk/s400/1107_09_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planted pole beans this year. We planted two kinds, Cobra and Blue Lake. We had our first bunch of Cobra beans. I like my beans not beany. These were tender but not remarkably tasty. The Blue Lake beans aren't ready yet. It does look like we will have an enormous amount of beans. Our tomatoes are still quit small. We have lots of blossoms on the cucumbers but no pickles and we have 2 small zucchinis. The raspberry bushes have been providing enough berries for us to sneak snacks from. When the grandchildren come next week, it won't take them long to discover them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3324209158697583781?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3324209158697583781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3324209158697583781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3324209158697583781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3324209158697583781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-first-harvest.html' title='Our First Harvest'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQsZDenseE8/ThzpzV_PMqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BPNdxF4GWWk/s72-c/1107_09_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6381229312315121054</id><published>2011-07-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:10:23.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Lowe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crZbZBnUkzw/ThZY55JBUQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rYdI8uAeYTU/s1600/1107_07_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626782536060457218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crZbZBnUkzw/ThZY55JBUQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rYdI8uAeYTU/s400/1107_07_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one of those fun days when Hubby and I run to the hardware store. Hubby has been working on the downstairs lavatory and we went to Home Depot for a light fixture, faucet, and towel bar. We found the light fixture but didn't like the faucets, so we went to Lowes. We found what we were looking for and then went across the parking lot to this little middle Eastern restaurant and had a wonderful chicken shwarma sandwich. Then Hubby said "I forgot, I need some bricks to block the hole under the cyclone fence. "(Arnold tries to get out and the rabbits try to get in.) While he was looking at bricks I noticed that they had some neat plants on clearance. I found a cala lily for $2, and a clematis for $2, and a penstamen for $1, a pretty pink shade plant for $3, a coreopsis for $3, and while Hubby was in the checkout line, I found a Stokes Aster. What a deal. As long as we were buying plants we drove over to the nursery and got a big leaf blue hosta.( It was also on sale.) On the way home we stopped for ice cream. We went home and planted all our new plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6381229312315121054?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6381229312315121054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6381229312315121054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6381229312315121054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6381229312315121054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/shopping-at-lowes.html' title='Shopping at Lowe&apos;s'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crZbZBnUkzw/ThZY55JBUQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rYdI8uAeYTU/s72-c/1107_07_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3979789266021758358</id><published>2011-07-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:24:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to America</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I are volunteers at Greenfield Village. Last Night we were assigned to keep people from going into the stage area at their "Salute to America" concert. The weather was warm but dry, the concert was great, and the crowd was friendly. Only one time did some guy really get nasty about coming across the line. There were 9000 people at the concert. It began with a drum and fife core, then a ragtime revue group and lastly the Detroit Symphony Orchestra. They did this concert for three days in a row. The night before, just before the DSO came on, a violent thunderstorm came through. They had to cancel the concert and get everyone out of the area. As we drove up last night trees and branches were down, underpasses were still flooded, traffic lights were out, and Edison crews were still guarding downed wires that the crews hadn't been able to reach yet. I guess we picked the best night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3979789266021758358?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3979789266021758358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3979789266021758358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3979789266021758358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3979789266021758358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/salute-to-america.html' title='Salute to America'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8409087589037531559</id><published>2011-07-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:45:37.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Foyer Closet and Cedar Closet</title><content type='html'>Now it is time to get all the winter coats to the dry cleaners and then move them to the cedar closet. I brought the spring jackets down, they usually don't need dry cleaning. I sorted all the mittens and gloves and threw out the unmatched ones. The cedar closet has some clothes that don't fit me now but just might some day. I did find a good dressy winter coat that I don't wear anymore and a long pleated skirt. I will take them to Salvation Army. They are still in the bags from the dry cleaners. I am sure there are other things that I will never wear again but I am not sure. I have lots of winter skirts and sweaters that I wore when I was working. Now I rarely wear them because I don't get dressed up as often. That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean I can't wear them or on some occasion I might. I even have some Indian pant outfits that I used to know shat thy were called but have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8409087589037531559?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8409087589037531559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8409087589037531559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8409087589037531559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8409087589037531559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/07/cleaning-foyer-closet-and-cedar-closet.html' title='Cleaning the Foyer Closet and Cedar Closet'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4116666362892865177</id><published>2011-06-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:16:41.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Craft room</title><content type='html'>The problem with my craft room is that I keep buying extra stuff. Some how I never seem to use any of it up. My basket of scrap yarn gets bigger and bigger. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoe boxes&lt;/span&gt; of cotton scraps seem to multiply and yet when I start even a scrap quilt I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compelled&lt;/span&gt; to buy more fat quarters of the "right" color. While I am working on a quilt I get all the material out in piles so that I can match everything but it takes weeks to get it all cut and you have to see it all to get everything matched. Then there are patterns and books and all the equipment like sewing machines, light boxes, ironing boards, quilting stencils, cutting tools and thread. It is easier to write on my blog than figure out where to put things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4116666362892865177?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4116666362892865177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4116666362892865177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4116666362892865177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4116666362892865177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/cleaning-craft-room.html' title='Cleaning the Craft room'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6021489649505722949</id><published>2011-06-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:56:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished the Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwG_9LZRF38/TgiaEYPXlgI/AAAAAAAAAyA/paDOAlncPI8/s1600/1106_27_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913534789129730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwG_9LZRF38/TgiaEYPXlgI/AAAAAAAAAyA/paDOAlncPI8/s400/1106_27_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the quilt for Bill and Rejina. It turned out nicely. I especially like the red binding. Hopefully Bill can take it back to Oregon when he comes in July. Otherwise I have to take it in carry-on luggage or send it UPS and insure it for a $1000. Now I will start a quilt for Sammy. I want it to have lots of animals on it in cockeyed picture frames. It is still in the design phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6021489649505722949?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6021489649505722949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6021489649505722949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6021489649505722949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6021489649505722949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/finished-quilt.html' title='Finished the Quilt'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwG_9LZRF38/TgiaEYPXlgI/AAAAAAAAAyA/paDOAlncPI8/s72-c/1106_27_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4893154861103758392</id><published>2011-06-24T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:49:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy and Spike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fz2spdg2Hqs/TgSj12sWjmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vm1m4Ls2iTk/s1600/1106_23_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621798380475158114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fz2spdg2Hqs/TgSj12sWjmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vm1m4Ls2iTk/s400/1106_23_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have started knitting. I finished a sweater for Sammy and made a 6 month size sweater of the same pattern for the next boy baby. I thought I would use some yarn I had left over from previous sweaters. For some odd reason I saved all these little pieces of yarn and rolled them up on a ball. The sweater is a little lumpy because I kept having to piece the yarn. I put the stripes in because I was worried I didn't have enough yarn. I am currently making a little teddy bear suit but I need help from the knitting group next Monday.&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/6537020234429240391-4893154861103758392?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4893154861103758392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4893154861103758392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4893154861103758392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4893154861103758392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/sammy-and-spike.html' title='Sammy and Spike'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fz2spdg2Hqs/TgSj12sWjmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vm1m4Ls2iTk/s72-c/1106_23_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8032644195993288173</id><published>2011-06-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:00:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I am so busy and still can't think of anything to write. Yesterday I went to water aerobics then to my friend Helene's house to show her how weight watchers online works, then I went to my knitting group and after dinner I went to a meeting for the Lion's Club golf outing. But what do you write about things like that. I didn't drown. I showed Helene the program and then we sat and talked for an hour. At the knitting group I worked on a little outfit for our expected grandchild. I did meet another new member of the group, there were five of us knitting at the Panera. At the golf outing meeting it was decided that I will handle the marshmallow drive again. After I got home I worked on Rejina's quilt and we watched the first part of that PBS program about Abraham and Mary Lincoln. Today after water aerobics I took Mom out to lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8032644195993288173?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8032644195993288173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8032644195993288173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8032644195993288173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8032644195993288173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First Day of Summer'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-333171467849020706</id><published>2011-06-15T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:54:56.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Visit</title><content type='html'>My daughter came to visit for a few days. Since she told me that she is expecting a baby is December. So, of course, we went shopping. I bought enough yarn to knit for six babies and material for baby quilts. While we were at it I bought the material for Sammy's quilt and the new baby quilt. (The new baby is temporarily going by the name of Spike since the ultrasound showed a substantial nose.) Then we decided to buy the fabric for the pillow cases that I make at Christmas time. All in all the economy should show an improvement after the two days shopping. My craft room is busting at the seams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-333171467849020706?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/333171467849020706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=333171467849020706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/333171467849020706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/333171467849020706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-visit.html' title='A Busy Visit'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7787273790323493686</id><published>2011-06-11T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:44:50.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion's Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>Today was the day of the annual Lion's Garage Sale. The Lion's Club rents out the parking spaces in the City Hall parking lot. They also use one for Lion junk. Hubby and I sold stuff today. The most interesting things which we sold were; a stand with two gumball machines full of gumballs and money but no key, two carved chairs from Africa, a pineapple shaped tea kettle. We don't make a lot of money but it is a presence for the Lion's Club and the money (the parking places do well) goes to the Michigan Eye Bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7787273790323493686?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7787273790323493686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7787273790323493686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7787273790323493686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7787273790323493686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/lions-garage-sale.html' title='The Lion&apos;s Garage Sale'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5570360300196397257</id><published>2011-06-07T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:48:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIePws0kSSY/Te6AoFZyVPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/vYIAt689LSY/s1600/1106_07_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615567211511043314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIePws0kSSY/Te6AoFZyVPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/vYIAt689LSY/s400/1106_07_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night is our end of the year dinner with the Lions. That means it is time for me to sew all the new patches on our banner, It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take long but it is harrowing. ( Whoever had the brilliant idea of making dog biscuit shaped patches should have to sew them on.) Hubby and I have one more year as officers in our club, he is secretary and I am Tail Twister. We will be installed again at the meeting. I enjoy the Lions and I like the things we do. We received new patches for our work with Leader Dogs for the Blind, Bear Lake Camp for the Blind, Welcome Home Services(aid for blind elderly) and help to Madonna College services for the deaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5570360300196397257?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5570360300196397257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5570360300196397257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5570360300196397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5570360300196397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/lion-banner.html' title='The Lion Banner'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIePws0kSSY/Te6AoFZyVPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/vYIAt689LSY/s72-c/1106_07_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1959109591680948856</id><published>2011-06-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T08:10:15.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEI8dzstdug/Teub-XOIqLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JptJW98JLAU/s1600/1106_05_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614752856134953138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEI8dzstdug/Teub-XOIqLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JptJW98JLAU/s400/1106_05_013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we went to the Tolgate Farm Plant Sale and bought several plants, one of which was called "False Indigo". I thought it was really pretty. We also bought a "Joe Pye", a cone flower, a woodland poppy and another shade flower whose name I can't remember. It was too hot to plant in the afternoon, so we will do it today. In the afternoon, Tyra called and we babysat the pseudograndchildren. They are so good and so affectionate. Grandpa was enjoying rocking them in the hammock. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614751773474301522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEYTcNzuits/Teua_V_uJlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cOmIJUCDUpI/s400/1106_05_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614752593905597746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61mHLPBnMXM/TeubvGVyPTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_Mla0xesWvo/s400/1106_05_008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1959109591680948856?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1959109591680948856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1959109591680948856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1959109591680948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1959109591680948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/plant-sale.html' title='Plant Sale'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEI8dzstdug/Teub-XOIqLI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JptJW98JLAU/s72-c/1106_05_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6755921905142049579</id><published>2011-06-03T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:32:52.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Hubby planted all the vegetables except the zucchini. Next Tuesday we will go back to the Farmer's Market to buy more annuals to put color in our terrace garden. It is surprising how much cheaper flowers are there than at the local nursery and they have a much broader selection. Today I have to cut cloth for the charity committee for my quilt guild. We make up quilt kits for members to put together and donate to charity. Most of our quilts go to a senior rehabilitation center of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beaumont&lt;/span&gt; Hospital. Tomorrow is the Plant Sale at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tolgate&lt;/span&gt; Gardens and we also wanted to go over to the Miracle League Baseball game. It is a special league and field made for handicapped kids who need to have walkers or wheelchairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6755921905142049579?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6755921905142049579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6755921905142049579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6755921905142049579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6755921905142049579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3524185392199393022</id><published>2011-06-01T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:30:55.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Kindle</title><content type='html'>For Mother's Day Hubby bought me a Kindle. I love it. So far the book I have finished is "Madame Bovary" and I am currently reading "Great Expectations." I like reading from the Kindle and these books are even free. I am not a fast reader and I don't usually read during the day, but a chapter a night works well for me. Super G has one that she reads on the subway on the way to work. I think it would be very useful during a vacation. You wouldn't have to carry all those books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3524185392199393022?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3524185392199393022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3524185392199393022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3524185392199393022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3524185392199393022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-kindle.html' title='I have a Kindle'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1864558209708597197</id><published>2011-05-31T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:45:38.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>This morning, after water aerobics, Hubby and I went to the Oakland County Farmer's Market. We bought our tomato plants, pepper plants, cucumbers and eggplant. I also got a basket of hanging geraniums and some Wave petunias. It was unbelievably warm so we watered the plants well and put them in the shade. Tomorrow will be a more comfortable day for planting. Luella showed me how to pick up stitches on my knitting so I finished one sleeve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1864558209708597197?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1864558209708597197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1864558209708597197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1864558209708597197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1864558209708597197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/05/farmers-market.html' title='The Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8715440631313076557</id><published>2011-05-30T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:18:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Warm Today!</title><content type='html'>Today the temperature hit 90 degrees. It was wonderful. The only problem is that the back yard is like a swamp. Hubby wore his big boots and put the trellises up for the pole beans. I cut off the dead tulips and planted some flowers in a pot for the container garden. I then sat out in the sun and did some counted cross stitch. I have a quilt on the frame but I didn't want to be indoors. I am also making a sweater for my grandson, Sammy, but I am stuck on the next step. Luella is a sweet lady I met at water aerobics and she is helping me with the knitting. So I will bring the sweater to swimming with me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8715440631313076557?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8715440631313076557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8715440631313076557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8715440631313076557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8715440631313076557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-warm-today.html' title='It is Warm Today!'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8454506530953079915</id><published>2011-05-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:49:29.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomita Japanese HoriHori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vFQBOLpH1I/TdhBVOjs8nI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9QRcrLcjjNI/s1600/1105_20_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609305168830853746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vFQBOLpH1I/TdhBVOjs8nI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9QRcrLcjjNI/s400/1105_20_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvI-A7WfHUA/TdhBO2nMhOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uuSUdXPPHTM/s1600/1105_20_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received the most wonderful Mother's Day present from my son Bill. It is a gardening implement and on the label it says "Tomita Japenese Hori Hori G..." It is the most amazing tool for use in the garden. It took out clumps of grass in the rose garden like butter and I edged the front flower gardens with ease. It looks like I need some kind of permit to carry it legally. My gardens are coming around. Today we did two hours of volunteer work at Tollgate Gardens, then came home, took a nap, and then worked on our own gardens. I really don't have the stamina I used to have. I thought the water aerobics would help but I am not sure it is. I guess this approaching 70 years takes a lot out of you. &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/6537020234429240391-8454506530953079915?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8454506530953079915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8454506530953079915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8454506530953079915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8454506530953079915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/05/tomita-japanese-horihori.html' title='Tomita Japanese HoriHori'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vFQBOLpH1I/TdhBVOjs8nI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9QRcrLcjjNI/s72-c/1105_20_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3521543152463069429</id><published>2011-05-02T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:08:50.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretty Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today I started the day by going to my water aerobics class. We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teacher who was terrific. I came home and worked on the garden in front of my house. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a high maintenance garden, because it has two major &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;invasives&lt;/span&gt; in it, clustered bell flowers and wild onions. (I am being kind to the onions by calling them "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;invasives&lt;/span&gt;." They are really weeds.) Today was Hubby's birthday so he grilled steaks for dinner and with the cake and ice cream I used twice my weight watchers points. I also had bourbon on the rocks to celebrate Ben Laden's capture. Thank goodness I had weekly points which was better than I did on Easter. The poor man had to make his own birthday dinner, at lunch time I tried to make myself a sandwich and gave myself quite a cut on my thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3521543152463069429?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3521543152463069429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3521543152463069429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3521543152463069429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3521543152463069429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretty-good-day.html' title='A Pretty Good Day'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5052852316670402408</id><published>2011-04-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:28:35.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here, Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PVPHHViQMI/TbrnKBwIsPI/AAAAAAAAAws/0gcsrDw7pSI/s1600/1104_29_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601043246043672818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PVPHHViQMI/TbrnKBwIsPI/AAAAAAAAAws/0gcsrDw7pSI/s400/1104_29_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the tulips and daffodils are coming up. It has been a long winter and such a rainy spring, but infinitely better than the disasters in the South. We have lots of new plans for the garden and hopefully some for the inside of the house. Hubby is anxious to get going outside but not so much inside. I have to get Bill's quilt on the frame and I am experimenting with machine quilting. Super G was visiting and she has made two quilts. One she is hand quilting the other is her Math quilt and that she will yarn tie. Maybe if my daughters quilt I can justify a long arm quilter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5052852316670402408?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5052852316670402408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5052852316670402408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5052852316670402408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5052852316670402408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-here-maybe.html' title='Spring is here, Maybe'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PVPHHViQMI/TbrnKBwIsPI/AAAAAAAAAws/0gcsrDw7pSI/s72-c/1104_29_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2932350704761800614</id><published>2011-04-11T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:46:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in San Antonio</title><content type='html'>We are having a wonderful vacation in Houston and San Antonio. We had a tour of NASA, went to Galveston and saw the Battleship Texas. We are in San Antonio for Fiesta. The weather is perfect, in the high 80's and 90's with a lovely breeze. It makes me think more about spending the winters in the south. I will put some picture up when I get back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2932350704761800614?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2932350704761800614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2932350704761800614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2932350704761800614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2932350704761800614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-in-san-antonio.html' title='Here in San Antonio'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1733666182530459791</id><published>2011-03-18T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:25:03.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill and Rejina's Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTJPuH7iKo/TYQT-f0KzrI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mCp_C4ePoFE/s1600/1103_18_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585611402259386034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTJPuH7iKo/TYQT-f0KzrI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mCp_C4ePoFE/s400/1103_18_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the top of my son Bill's quilt. Rejina chose the colors and the design. It is a mariner's compass pattern. I had one heck of a time mitering the corners of the border. I won't start quilting on it until we come back from our vacation in San Antonio next month. I have to set up the quilt frame in the family room because it is the only place big enough. Then I will concentrate on finishing it as soon as I can. As Hubby says, "It cuts our TV viewing in half, because we can only see the top of the TV screen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1733666182530459791?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1733666182530459791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1733666182530459791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1733666182530459791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1733666182530459791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/03/bill-and-rejinas-quilt.html' title='Bill and Rejina&apos;s Quilt'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTJPuH7iKo/TYQT-f0KzrI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mCp_C4ePoFE/s72-c/1103_18_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4795511514348497438</id><published>2011-03-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:35:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the temperature was in the 50's and I talked Mom into going out to Bob Evans for lunch.  It is the first time she has left her building since her heart attack and surgery.  She said it felt real good and she ate a good lunch.  We didn't try to do anything more but she said maybe next week she will go to the dollar store too.  The temperature today went up to 64 and I have the windows open. It has been such a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4795511514348497438?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4795511514348497438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4795511514348497438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4795511514348497438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4795511514348497438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here!'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8283269653893576706</id><published>2011-03-06T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:23:52.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Quilts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x06r6QNonek/TXO1DwcGKwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YVEuD2QaVsU/s1600/1103_06_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581003439389158146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x06r6QNonek/TXO1DwcGKwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YVEuD2QaVsU/s400/1103_06_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I belong to a quilting club and they require that I do a charity project each year. I just finished these two crib quilts. They are made of flannel. I collected flannel scraps from my daughter, Mary and from Sue, the wife of a fellow Lion, along with my own leftovers. I quilted it with Pearle cotton (yes, by hand). The quilts will go to abused women and children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8283269653893576706?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8283269653893576706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8283269653893576706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8283269653893576706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8283269653893576706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/03/charity-quilts.html' title='Charity Quilts'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x06r6QNonek/TXO1DwcGKwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YVEuD2QaVsU/s72-c/1103_06_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8470749540051181337</id><published>2011-03-02T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:22:02.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hJzAMXYN74/TW7tMGjxk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9X91oWran9U/s1600/1103_02_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579657780533498690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hJzAMXYN74/TW7tMGjxk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9X91oWran9U/s400/1103_02_006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the quilt for Avery Scout today. She is my great niece. She lives down in Orlando so the only reason she would need a quilt is to cover the floor or grass so she can lay on it. I used a different quilting pattern called twining vine and kissing leaves on the border. I did it in blue and pink in case their next child is a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8470749540051181337?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8470749540051181337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8470749540051181337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8470749540051181337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8470749540051181337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-quilt.html' title='Baby Quilt'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hJzAMXYN74/TW7tMGjxk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/9X91oWran9U/s72-c/1103_02_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4870811964741678049</id><published>2011-02-28T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:03:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Academy</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to an Academy award party.  It was lots of fun. Our hostess had televisions in three rooms and lots of food and wine. It was an all ladies party and we spent most of the time gabbing and only stopping when an award was presented.  We had score sheets to record our guesses and the winner got a trophy.  I made 9 correct &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guesses&lt;/span&gt; out of 24 awards which is surprising because I saw none of the movies. The winner had 16 correct guesses.  We all oohed and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aahed&lt;/span&gt; at the beautiful gowns and we all wished we could dress like that just once in our lives. However, we wouldn't look that good in the gowns anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4870811964741678049?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4870811964741678049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4870811964741678049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4870811964741678049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4870811964741678049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-at-academy.html' title='Night at the Academy'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6103264339754360058</id><published>2011-02-16T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:09:28.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needlework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojSNFIKlAsU/TVyDTwsWykI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UbMq6f898Y8/s1600/1102_16_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574474814289529410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojSNFIKlAsU/TVyDTwsWykI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UbMq6f898Y8/s400/1102_16_025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people have said that I have ADD. I hyper focus. Whatever, when I start a project I usually finish it. (with the exception of a leisure suit I started for my first husband and it was turning out so badly I scrapped it.) Not only do I finish it , but I work on it every available minute. I make spread sheets to keep me on track. I have been working on Fish City. I am on a five year plan. There were 15 pages of directions and I do three a year. After completing the 13th page I decided I needed a break from Counted Cross stitch and did some pillowcases. I think the embroidered pillow cases look good with a quilt although I make people take them off of the bed when they sleep so they don't get used as much as the regular pillow cases. At any rate I always have a needle in my hand. It isn't that I am not interested in other things but ... I like to read but never in the daytime. I get all groggy like when I do.(Sort of like playing solitaire on the computer, but that doesn't stop me from doing that.) In the summer I like to garden and Hubby has stopped saying I always have a broom in my hand. What other hobbies are there? I won't do scrap booking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6103264339754360058?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6103264339754360058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6103264339754360058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6103264339754360058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6103264339754360058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/needlework.html' title='Needlework'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojSNFIKlAsU/TVyDTwsWykI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UbMq6f898Y8/s72-c/1102_16_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6906758044078664520</id><published>2011-02-07T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:12:55.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EZ-Pass</title><content type='html'>We take the Ohio and Pennsylvania turnpikes an awful lot.  We need to in order to visit four of our children. Last weekend we drove around the city of Chicago.  That is when an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt;-Pass is really super.  You don't even realize there is a toll booth.  It used to be just the convenience of not having to find the correct change, but now it even pays.  There is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; fee but there is also a discount of the tolls. So if you use the toll way a lot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt;-Pass pays for itself and if you only use it occasionally it is still so much more convenient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6906758044078664520?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6906758044078664520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6906758044078664520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6906758044078664520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6906758044078664520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/ez-pass.html' title='EZ-Pass'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2530738201899864776</id><published>2011-02-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:38:43.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond Memories</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was snuggled in bed under my quilt with the blizzard wind blowing outside I was thinking about my friend Dorothy. We went to school together. She lived in a house that had been remodeled and added on to from a very small house. Her room was in the attic. The stairway came down the side of the kitchen and you had to crawl over the side to get on it. There was no heat upstairs but since the family had originally been from Germany, they had these wonderful feather beds. (Like sleeping under a giant pillow) She also had several cats who slept on top of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feather beds&lt;/span&gt;. Dorothy's room was decorated with horse statues.(was it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Breyer&lt;/span&gt; or Beyer?) Dorothy's Mom was a fantastic cook and could make the best apple pies. Whenever I came over she would say "Eat, Margaret, Eat!" and I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2530738201899864776?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2530738201899864776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2530738201899864776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2530738201899864776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2530738201899864776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/fond-memories.html' title='Fond Memories'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7485353510689678768</id><published>2011-02-01T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:11:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TUig36J_nGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PehuY7zIkMQ/s1600/1102_01_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568877821608041570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TUig36J_nGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PehuY7zIkMQ/s400/1102_01_034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, Michael and his wife will be married 40 years in June of 2013. Since Michael is an avid bird watcher I decided to make a special quilt for him. My idea was to make a tree and put many different kind of birds in it. I have plenty of time. I dyed the blue fabric to get the sky the right color. It would not have bothered me if it came out a little uneven after all the sky is, but it dyed really well. I got the tree pattern from the Master Gardener Tree Pruning Handbook and now I am busy appliqueing the tree to the top when that is done I will start on the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what I have done so far. Also there is a picture of my cat wall hanging. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TUigj1t0kXI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UKjX1u2c6OU/s1600/1102_01_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568877476818751858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TUigj1t0kXI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UKjX1u2c6OU/s400/1102_01_039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6537020234429240391-7485353510689678768?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7485353510689678768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7485353510689678768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7485353510689678768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7485353510689678768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-project.html' title='My New Project'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TUig36J_nGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PehuY7zIkMQ/s72-c/1102_01_034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6089397284954682530</id><published>2011-01-29T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:27:22.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Happening</title><content type='html'>It snowed today.  I studied Spanish, cleaned the kitchen and now I will embroider a little.  Yesterday I went to water aerobics, cleaned part of the basement, finished my page of Fish City (only 2 more to go), we went out to dinner. The day before, I went to water aerobics, went to book club,(only Carole showed up, so we had a good time catching up on family), I embroidered.&lt;br /&gt;The day before that, Wednesday, I went to Mom's for lunch and to a Lion's meeting. Tuesday I worked on Rejina and Bill's quilt and Monday I worked on Mike and Marilyn's quilt. It has just been a typical winter week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6089397284954682530?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6089397284954682530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6089397284954682530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6089397284954682530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6089397284954682530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-happening.html' title='Nothing Happening'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1736886977128365457</id><published>2011-01-21T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:17:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, Cold, Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTnNw82dyZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e7VBLT27pRU/s1600/1101_21_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564705055444945298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTnNw82dyZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e7VBLT27pRU/s400/1101_21_025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a winter person. I don't enjoy winter sports. Four days a week I go for water aerobics and the hardest part is getting up and out in the cold. Funny but afterwards when you would think I would be wet, the cold doesn't bother me. I do have a hat which keeps my wet hair warm. The rest of the day I stay indoors. I work on a different quilt project everyday and I study my Spanish too. And I fight with Arnold who must also have cabin fever. As I type this he is playing with the vertical blinds and screens on the window in my craft room. Whatever I do he has to be on the table which I am working at.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTnMsj9St6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/QYYLAW8Ehq8/s1600/1101_16_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564703880531589026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTnMsj9St6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/QYYLAW8Ehq8/s400/1101_16_025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1736886977128365457?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1736886977128365457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1736886977128365457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1736886977128365457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1736886977128365457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-cold-cold.html' title='Cold, Cold, Cold'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTnNw82dyZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e7VBLT27pRU/s72-c/1101_21_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1121202220111538229</id><published>2011-01-16T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:10:07.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Mouse</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was studying my Spanish at the computer. I always study using Excel.  I have endless columns of vocabulary words and verb tenses. Anyway I was having trouble with my mouse.  I took it apart and tried to clean the little wheel and was complaining to Hubby about it. He said, "You have an old mouse!" in a tone that meant he was stunned to find I had obsolete equipment. He contacted Martha who works at an office supply store and told her to bring home a mouse.  My new mouse has a scroll wheel and buttons on the side that work like the forward and backward buttons, perfect for checking blogs. Oh, and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have that little rubber ball inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1121202220111538229?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1121202220111538229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1121202220111538229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1121202220111538229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1121202220111538229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-mouse.html' title='A New Mouse'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8534488324706636020</id><published>2011-01-15T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:53:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En Espanol, Por Favor</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I went back to Spanish class again. It has been years and we still can say very little.&lt;br /&gt;We received a notice that our class, Spanish 4 , was in danger of being canceled so we figured to sign up for Spanish 3 again.  But when we got there we found that two new members have joined the class. One of them had lived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nicaragua&lt;/span&gt; for several years and the other could read Spanish but not speak it well. So the class is on and we are the dumb ones again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8534488324706636020?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8534488324706636020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8534488324706636020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8534488324706636020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8534488324706636020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-espanol-por-favor.html' title='En Espanol, Por Favor'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3760417132557330746</id><published>2011-01-13T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:10:04.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Quilts for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTCDNplVWiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/VVkk4evjjJw/s1600/1101_13_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089810326542882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTCDNplVWiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/VVkk4evjjJw/s400/1101_13_028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep this chart on Excel of all the people I want to make quilts for. I average 3 quilts a year. This year I will make a quilt for my son Bill and his wife. I will work on, but I have no hope of completing a quilt for my brother's anniversary. I have a charity quilt I must complete by June. I have two quilts I have started but have no immediate plan for completing, a Jacob's ladder twin sized quilt and Martha's queen size quilt but as she is still in our house and doesn't have a queen size bed, I am in no hurry. Last year I finished a flannel quilt for her in a jigsaw puzzle pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3760417132557330746?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3760417132557330746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3760417132557330746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3760417132557330746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3760417132557330746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-quilts-for-2011.html' title='New Quilts for 2011'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TTCDNplVWiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/VVkk4evjjJw/s72-c/1101_13_028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2729483580133123919</id><published>2011-01-11T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:15:33.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby and Facebook</title><content type='html'>If you saw Hubby you would find a quiet, distinguished man. In a group he seems quite reserved but something happens to him on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. He logs in several times a day and makes comments on everything.  He always has been fond of puns.  Today someone commented that it was "one's day"(1-11-11).  He said " Yes one's day fell on a Tuesday.  He loves to tell of silly anecdotes that happen around the house or comment on the cats behaviors.  He also keeps tabs on other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; from the Weather Channel to News channels. On our bookshelf he found a book of quotations from various people on several topics so every once in a while he puts one of these on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I have heard that often actors are shy peoples who are not shy when they are pretending to be someone else, I wonder if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; doesn't bring out that same characteristic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2729483580133123919?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2729483580133123919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2729483580133123919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2729483580133123919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2729483580133123919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/hubby-and-facebook.html' title='Hubby and Facebook'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2086331121551209260</id><published>2011-01-10T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:07:01.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TSzGZceqDBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/W8toQezWkJ0/s1600/1011_03_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561037780339526674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TSzGZceqDBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/W8toQezWkJ0/s400/1011_03_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby has been busy feeding the birds and squirrels. Don't tell the other Master Gardeners that he feeds the squirrels. His theory is that if he has corn out there for them, they won't dig up his tulips. ( Just to be sure he put medicated foot powder on the ground over the tulips). Over the winter we get fox squirrels, red squirrels and gray squirrels, the chipmunks hibernate. We see goldfinches, woodpeckers, nuthatches, cardinals, blue jays, sparrows and juncos. I understand that titmice winter over but we haven't seen any. We went to a lecture on outdoor lighting and we are inspired to look for a way to accent our rocks at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2086331121551209260?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2086331121551209260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2086331121551209260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2086331121551209260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2086331121551209260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-scenery.html' title='Winter Scenery'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TSzGZceqDBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/W8toQezWkJ0/s72-c/1011_03_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-843653279282233497</id><published>2011-01-06T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:55:11.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Plans</title><content type='html'>I won't call them resolutions because then they seem sort of arbitrary. I signed up at the YMCA for water aerobics 4 days a week. I am surprised at how much I like the water even though I can't swim. I bought the fabric for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rejina&lt;/span&gt; and Bill's quilt and have been working on my brother's anniversary quilt. He and Marilyn won't have their anniversary for two more years but the quilt will be my own design and a lot of applique so I need plenty of time.  If it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; turn out I should have enough time to do something more conventional. I even hand dyed some of the fabric! This will be the last year for Fish City, I hope, it has been a 5 year project.  Hubby and I volunteered at the Ford Museum on New Years Day.  I worked at the Lego Train and he took pictures of people at a sleigh set up.  Hubby and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also work&lt;/span&gt; for the Master Gardener Society. I do their web page calendar and he does the newsletter. Today he was out at Tollgate farm splitting firewood for the maple syrup evaporator. Tomorrow is the Lions Christmas party. We both enjoy the Lions a lot.  He is secretary for our club and I am tail twister. I think we will be busy this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-843653279282233497?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/843653279282233497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=843653279282233497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/843653279282233497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/843653279282233497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-plans.html' title='New Year Plans'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8950161716526424695</id><published>2010-12-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:09:21.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's that busy time of the year. All seven children are coming home for the holidays. Because they live all over the country this is a rare occurance. Already there are piles of presents under the tree and Hubby has been running to the store to make sure he has all the ingredients for a fabulous feast. Arnold our cat is getting excited about the process as well and has taken to tearing open the presents, licking the crocheted snowflakes on the tree and batting the ornaments off the bottom branches. He is not a kitten, perhaps it is his second childhood. On Christmas Day we will go to my Mom's for brunch. She is pretty well back to normal with no need for the health care workers, which she resented no end. Santa is in his airplane on the front lawn again and all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TRvpq-BXqrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/k3n9xqytMU4/s1600/1012_29_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556291489704159922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TRvpq-BXqrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/k3n9xqytMU4/s400/1012_29_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8950161716526424695?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8950161716526424695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8950161716526424695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8950161716526424695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8950161716526424695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Getting Ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TRvpq-BXqrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/k3n9xqytMU4/s72-c/1012_29_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5720738595835796842</id><published>2010-11-26T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:18:23.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Simple</title><content type='html'>We have a home care person coming to see Mom in the morning to give her pills and be there when she takes her shower. Since the minimum time for the aid is one hour she also fixes Mom's breakfast, washes the dishes and makes her bed and does whatever else would be helpful during that hour. On Thanksgiving day Mom had a new girl.  She told Mom it was her first day and she didn't know what to do. Mom said she could make her breakfast. Mom said she would like some yogurt. The girl asked how to make that.  Mom told her to put it in a dish.  Mom also said she would like some coffee, instant, but the girl didn't know how to make that. Mom said that she should give Mom her pills. Mom had to explain where they were.  Shortly after the girl left the supervisor came and asked Mom how she did.  Mom said "Oh, fine." Mom said she was so young and newly engaged and she felt sorry for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5720738595835796842?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5720738595835796842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5720738595835796842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5720738595835796842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5720738595835796842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-is-simple.html' title='Nothing is Simple'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4674132673095074228</id><published>2010-11-20T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:20:00.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Threatening E-Mail</title><content type='html'>I like to borrow books from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Southfield&lt;/span&gt; Library. The latest one I borrowed was &lt;strong&gt;Betrayed&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tannenbaum&lt;/span&gt;.  It really was a good book.  Unfortunately since I took it out my Mom had her heart attack and surgery and I have been doing an awful lot of running. When I get home I usually have a glass (or two) of wine and go to bed. The book became overdue but I didn't want to return it because it was good and I wanted to finish it. I tried to renew it but by then the fine was too large ($4).  This is the note I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from the library when the book was 20 days over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These items must be returned in good condition to avoid a&lt;br /&gt;bill for replacement. Accounts with fines or fees may be&lt;br /&gt;sent to a Collection Agency. Call 248-796-4200 with&lt;br /&gt;questions. THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think they would send a $4 fee to a collection agency?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4674132673095074228?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4674132673095074228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4674132673095074228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4674132673095074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4674132673095074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/threatening-e-mail.html' title='A Threatening E-Mail'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6511816871866474908</id><published>2010-11-13T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:53:27.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Hospital</title><content type='html'>Mom is back in the hospital. Apparently she has fluid in her pleural cavity. It is a complication of the surgery but treatable. She is in really good spirits and telling us stories about when she was in the Knights of St John drill team and about going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Acapulco's&lt;/span&gt; with Dad.  She said they had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Margaritas&lt;/span&gt; and they were so good she sent Dad to get her another and while he was gone the cliff divers jumped and he missed it.  He wasn't very happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6511816871866474908?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6511816871866474908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6511816871866474908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6511816871866474908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6511816871866474908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-in-hospital.html' title='Back in the Hospital'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1782526429007111393</id><published>2010-11-08T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:29:44.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lly gives a good workout.'/><title type='text'>Water Aerobics</title><content type='html'>Now that Mom is recovering so well I have gone back to my water aerobics class. I am actually beginning to like the water.  Today Shelly, the lifeguard, was our instructor.  She really gives a good workout. One of the things we had to do was stand on our noodle. (I don't mean our head, that might have been easier) I tried to get on the noodle during all the exercises of that group.(quite unsuccessfully) I am even getting used to smelling of chlorine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1782526429007111393?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1782526429007111393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1782526429007111393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1782526429007111393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1782526429007111393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/water-aerobics.html' title='Water Aerobics'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2401430396079104640</id><published>2010-11-02T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:07:39.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>Today Mom was supposed to be discharged. 45 minutes before the ambulance arrived to take her back to Henry Ford Village her heart rate jumped to 130.  She was dozing in her chair and I was watching the monitor wondering if I should say something to the nurses.  But the nurses were watching it too and called the doctor. It was very discouraging for Mom as the ambulance people stood there waiting for the doctor to call back and when he did he said she couldn't be discharged and maybe tomorrow. She has been in good spirits but tonight she wrapped herself in the prayer shawl the the janitor at Mary's school had sent her and said she was going to sit there and feel sorry for herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2401430396079104640?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2401430396079104640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2401430396079104640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2401430396079104640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2401430396079104640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5569447513829387463</id><published>2010-10-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:32:25.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TM3SSNpyh5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/ykbmdyDmKGk/s1600/Seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534310727452624786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TM3SSNpyh5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/ykbmdyDmKGk/s400/Seth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is filled with traditions and funny stories and just plain fun. One of our traditions is, every Halloween we have tuna noodle caserole for dinner. That started as an easy meal when you had 6 kids to get into costume. Hubby tells me about a Halloween when the neighborhood kids TP'd his tree. He was so proud that his daughter, Amy, was so popular to get that kind of attention. His neighbor watched him try to get the paper out of the tree and kept saying "God damn kids." Costumes have always been fun. When my Down Syndrome brother came down with leukemia he wanted a Halloween party and so we obliged. That first year he went as Ruth Bussey from laugh in and kept hitting everyone with his purse. One year my 6 ft 2 in brother came as a pink elephant. This year we just got the picture of my son-in-law and there is no trouble telling who he is supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5569447513829387463?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5569447513829387463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5569447513829387463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5569447513829387463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5569447513829387463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TM3SSNpyh5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/ykbmdyDmKGk/s72-c/Seth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-7401678042934561529</id><published>2010-10-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:44:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Strong Lady</title><content type='html'>Mom came through the surgery with flying colors. Last night I saw her right after surgery and she was still sleeping with tubes all over the place.  This morning I went to see her and the breathing tubes were removed, she was sitting in a chair but very tired and we stayed a very short time. About 5 PM I called the nurse to see how she was and the nurse said she was doing fine did I want to talk to her. I was surprised and said was she able to do that? The nurse put her on the phone and she talked for about 15 minutes wondering who had called and about other things. I was almost giddy with relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-7401678042934561529?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7401678042934561529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=7401678042934561529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7401678042934561529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/7401678042934561529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-strong-lady.html' title='One Strong Lady'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2210901641638989100</id><published>2010-10-24T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:01:41.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; Mom had a heart attack. It was probably her second one. The first one, a week ago, she took an aspirin and laid down until it went away.  The second one was much worse and she pulled the cord in her apartment for help. At the hospital they did a heart &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;catheterization&lt;/span&gt; and found a 100% blockage at one artery and 2 others were 90% blocked. The cardiologist recommended triple bypass and the surgeon has agreed that it is a viable option.  She is 92 years old and the risk is very high. Mom is a very spunky, alert woman, very capable of knowing what she wants in life. She said, " I am not afraid of dying, but I want to live." The doctor said that if we treated her with medicine and no surgery she would be having repeated attacks and episodes that would have her in an out of the hospital and she could no longer live independently. She said that is not the way she wants to live. I guess, what I want, is to keep her as long as possible but not in pain.&lt;br /&gt; When my Dad died, it was hard. I loved him a lot but he had lost much of his mental abilities and was so miserable because he was incontinent and confused, that it was easier to accept losing him. At one of the later visits to him in the nursing home, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in a diaper and not understanding what was happening to his body and his life and all I could do was sit beside him and hug him. He said to me, "Peggy, you will never know how much you mean to me." It was the greatest gift he could ever give to me.&lt;br /&gt;But Mom is alive. While we sat and visited with her yesterday she was sharp and funny. Mary and Martha were there with me. Mary was working on a crossword puzzle(she said it was a committee project) and Mom was startling us with the words she knew(like sheep were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ovine&lt;/span&gt; and I forget what an eagle nest was but Mom knew. Martha had her computer and was going over her ancestry program.  Mom was telling us stories about great aunts and uncles we had never met. Then I sent the girls away to get me a diet Coke so Mom and I could be alone and talk. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind but I had to write some of this down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2210901641638989100?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2210901641638989100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2210901641638989100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2210901641638989100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2210901641638989100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-9045286181629105211</id><published>2010-10-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:09:11.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Ohio</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend Hubby and I  went to the Bob Evan's Farm Festival in southeast Ohio.  It was great. Admission was dirt cheap and they had free pony rides, hay rides and contests for kids. They had equine drill teams, tractor square dancing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cloggers&lt;/span&gt; and log rolling. They had at least a hundred little booths selling country wares, blue grass bands and a quilt show. After that we went to Wright Patterson Air Force base to their museum. They had an exhibit of the "Air Force One" planes. The Planes for Roosevelt, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truman&lt;/span&gt;, Eisenhower and even the one which took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt; to Dallas and brought his body back. It was a fun weekend and the weather was perfect. I got a little bit of a sunburn in October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-9045286181629105211?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/9045286181629105211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=9045286181629105211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/9045286181629105211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/9045286181629105211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip-to-ohio.html' title='A Trip to Ohio'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-8681332310292741563</id><published>2010-10-07T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:19:46.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Busy Day</title><content type='html'>I started the day with my water aerobics class. While I was at class the landscaper came and talked to Hubby about the final plans for the back yard. Then my three great niece and nephews came for us to babysit. They are unbelievably cute.  The oldest is three and the baby, 9 months old, crawls and is trying very hard to stand and walk. Then I had to do the calendar for the Master gardener website and move the plants that will be impacted by the landscaper. We had Spanish class tonight and had to pack for our trip tomorrow.  Oh! and I decided to rip out the two rows I have done on Martha's quilt. I bought a low loft batting and I don't like it. I decided it was better to rip out the two rows I have done rather than continue with 13 more rows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-8681332310292741563?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8681332310292741563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=8681332310292741563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8681332310292741563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/8681332310292741563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/really-busy-day.html' title='A Really Busy Day'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4808556026031996822</id><published>2010-10-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:45:19.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quilt on the Frame</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Martha's&lt;/span&gt; quilt on the frame.  It is a flannel Twin sized quilt. Flannel is new to me so far its is very soft to work on.  I really wonder how it will wear. Anybody have a flannel quilt? I have the frame in front of the TV set. I wish I could put it in front of Hubby's computer.  Maybe then I would get some of that painting done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-4808556026031996822?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4808556026031996822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4808556026031996822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4808556026031996822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4808556026031996822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-quilt-on-frame.html' title='Another Quilt on the Frame'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1740879890060567740</id><published>2010-10-03T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:40:47.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple Supreme</title><content type='html'>Today after church, Hubby and I went to the International House of Pancakes for breakfast.  We both ordered the big apple supreme which is baked in the oven with apples and sugar on top and has a scoop of cinnamon ice cream on it.  It was wonderful, probably wasted a whole week of water aerobics. The restaurant is always packed with a long line that curls around itself like a cinnamon bun.  Everyone knows the line is always like that and is very good natured about it. We haven't been there in at least 10 years. The food is great and it is an experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1740879890060567740?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1740879890060567740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1740879890060567740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1740879890060567740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1740879890060567740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-apple-supreme.html' title='The Big Apple Supreme'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-2260781895914636661</id><published>2010-10-02T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:44:18.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up "The Blogs I like"</title><content type='html'>I have too many blogs that I refer to that aren not active any more. &lt;a href="http://zeekandi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zeek and I&lt;/a&gt; (my steo daughter)hasn't been updated in over a year. It is because she has discovered facebook.&lt;a href="http://shazaminthekitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt; Shazam in the Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; hasn't been updated since February. She (my daughter)has started her first year teaching and has also discovered Facebook. Hubby's &lt;a href="http://storystuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's my Story and I'm stuck with it &lt;/a&gt;should be given a little more time along with his &lt;a href="http://freneticfelines.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frenetic Felines&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.supergpotpourri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super G's Potpouri&lt;/a&gt; has just started to show sign's of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-2260781895914636661?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2260781895914636661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=2260781895914636661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2260781895914636661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/2260781895914636661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/10/cleaning-up-blogs-i-like.html' title='Cleaning up &quot;The Blogs I like&quot;'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6393302807010597879</id><published>2010-09-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:33:18.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Rose of Summer</title><content type='html'>Today was a perfect day.  Mom and I went out to lunch and did a little shopping.  I was going to help her clean her cupboards but we decided to save that for a colder, not so nice, day. We still have lots of tomatoes coming, green peppers too, and lots of eggplants. The roses are still budding but I need to cut down the black eyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susans&lt;/span&gt; and maybe the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beebalm&lt;/span&gt; too. I know the cold weather and the first frost are not far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6393302807010597879?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6393302807010597879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6393302807010597879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6393302807010597879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6393302807010597879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-rose-of-summer.html' title='The Last Rose of Summer'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-5974774307325509802</id><published>2010-09-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:56:12.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Water Aerobics</title><content type='html'>I survived!It was difficult. I mean it was difficult to keep my stomach and my butt tucked in so that I stayed upright while I did the exercises.(I wore this belt that helped keep me afloat) So many of the exercises taxed my mental abilities to keep arms and legs going in the correct direction.  On the jumping Jacks, you went underwater if you got it mixed up. The teacher was so slender but very encouraging and helpful.  Tomorrow I have shallow water aerobics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-5974774307325509802?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5974774307325509802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=5974774307325509802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5974774307325509802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/5974774307325509802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/deep-water-aerobics.html' title='Deep Water Aerobics'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-4970276225911605662</id><published>2010-09-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:57:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50TH High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aeWp1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/T9v6-gKOISY/s1600/1009_24_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521020039470606194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aeWp1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/T9v6-gKOISY/s400/1009_24_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aaklzcrI/AAAAAAAAAug/9eGlcaiT97s/s1600/1009_24_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521019974492320434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aaklzcrI/AAAAAAAAAug/9eGlcaiT97s/s400/1009_24_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aWjROz3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/tIVsBl3eIv8/s1600/1009_24_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521019905418121074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aWjROz3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/tIVsBl3eIv8/s400/1009_24_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to my 50th high school class reunion. I graduated from Our Lady of Mercy High School in Detroit in 1960. Out of the class of 192, 96 showed up for the reunion. It was fun to see everyone. Some people you could recognize when they walked in the door. Others were a surprise when you saw their name tag. And still others, when you saw their name tag, you didn't even remember that they were in your class. For some people, high school was a pinnacle for them. It was the best time of their lives. That wasn't really the case for me. High school was fun, certainly more fun than grade school. (We didn't have middle school or junior high back then.) But for me college was more fun and even more fun was raising a family. Then after I went back to school and became an engineer, working was the best. Now that I am retired and I am active in the Lion's Club, Master Gardener Society, and the Quilt guild, life couldn't get much better.&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/6537020234429240391-4970276225911605662?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4970276225911605662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=4970276225911605662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4970276225911605662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/4970276225911605662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/50th-high-school-reunion.html' title='50TH High School Reunion'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJ6aeWp1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/T9v6-gKOISY/s72-c/1009_24_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1005452832645605572</id><published>2010-09-23T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:47:37.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Signed Up at the YMCA</title><content type='html'>Well, I signed up at the YMCA for water aerobics, shallow end twice a week and deep in once a week. I also signed up for "Silver Sneakers" which is an exercise class. Now if I can just do push aways from the dining room table I should be in great shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1005452832645605572?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1005452832645605572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1005452832645605572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1005452832645605572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1005452832645605572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-signed-up-at-ymca.html' title='I Signed Up at the YMCA'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3963510773635392566</id><published>2010-09-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:04:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Dotja</title><content type='html'>I had lunch on Monday with a friend I have known since 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.(which is well over 50 years ago) She lives outside of Philadelphia and now, that her mother has died, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get back to Michigan nearly as often as before.  Still it is amazing that we can sit and talk for hours about nothing. We aren't old enough to sit and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; but I am sure that will happen some day.  For now, we are both very busy and active retirees, still enjoying the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3963510773635392566?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3963510773635392566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3963510773635392566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3963510773635392566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3963510773635392566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/lunch-with-dotja.html' title='Lunch with Dotja'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-135102929646049954</id><published>2010-09-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:28:27.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolgate Family Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJd9gkojDzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RwJSA3zjGe8/s1600/1009_18_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519017866908864306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJd9gkojDzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RwJSA3zjGe8/s400/1009_18_042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Hubby and I worked at the Tolgate Family Fair. This is a free event for families. The kids make bird feeders (that was where I worked), hats, cotton ball sheep, pumpkin painting, face painting and others stuff. They had a butterfly lady there along with a bug man who had a large tarantula and a scorpion. They had lizards too. There was a band, free popcorn, hot dogs and cookies. There was honey made on site and a cider press demonstrating how to make cider. There were still more activities. A really fun day, a perfect place to take grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-135102929646049954?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/135102929646049954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=135102929646049954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/135102929646049954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/135102929646049954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/tolgate-family-fair.html' title='Tolgate Family Fair'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TJd9gkojDzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RwJSA3zjGe8/s72-c/1009_18_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-565969668551841279</id><published>2010-09-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:31:18.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clase de Espanol</title><content type='html'>Well, Spanish classes stared up again last night. The whole month of August I studied Spanish diligently so that I wouldn't feel like the class dummy. It was to no avail.  The teacher started right in on the different tenses. I thought I knew them but not the Conditional and the present perfect. In fact I don't know all these tenses in English. Anyway, I am going to have to find time to do a lot of studying.  (I wonder what tense "I am going to have to study" is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-565969668551841279?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/565969668551841279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=565969668551841279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/565969668551841279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/565969668551841279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/clase-de-espanol.html' title='Clase de Espanol'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-6108616555026521848</id><published>2010-09-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:40:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Grandma Peggy</title><content type='html'>I have been surprised by how many of my friends and acquaintances prefer to be called an unusual name by their grandchildren. I have heard of "Oma", "G-ma" and "Moma".  These are different from ethnic names like "Bubbie" or the Japanese word that my grandchild, Russell uses for his maternal grandmother. When I was small I called my grandmother Grandma F--- or Grandma H---.  Now I understand that because of divorce and remarriage that won't work all of the time because their are two Grandma W---'s.  So I have become Grandma Peggy, which is fine with me.  When I worked at a day care center teaching piano the kids called me Miss Peggy which more often than not came out as Miss Piggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-6108616555026521848?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6108616555026521848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=6108616555026521848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6108616555026521848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/6108616555026521848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-plain-grandma-peggy.html' title='Just Plain Grandma Peggy'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-685165207005290847</id><published>2010-09-14T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:43:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master Gardener Society Calendar</title><content type='html'>Well, today I learned how to maintain the &lt;abbr title="Master Gardener Society"&gt;MGSOC&lt;/abbr&gt; calendar. This is my debut into working with HTML. To see my calender go to &lt;a href="http://www.mgsoc.org/"&gt;http://www.mgsoc,org/&lt;/a&gt;. I keep telling myself I am not too old to learn new tricks.(note that if you curser over the &lt;abbr title="Master Gardener Society"&gt;MGSOC&lt;/abbr&gt;  it will tell you what the letters mean. Tricky eh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-685165207005290847?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/685165207005290847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=685165207005290847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/685165207005290847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/685165207005290847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/master-gardener-society-calendar.html' title='The Master Gardener Society Calendar'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-1580146894607535257</id><published>2010-09-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:14:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Schedule</title><content type='html'>I made up a schedule for myself and I did it all on Excel.(My cousin,Marianne, would be proud of me because I even used colors)I got up an hour later than I was supposed to but still got everything done. I walked a mile and a half, planted pansies and tulip bulbs,changed my sheets, studied Spanish and HTML and even played the piano for a half hour. I read my book and quilted on my wall hanging. I am really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-1580146894607535257?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1580146894607535257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=1580146894607535257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1580146894607535257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/1580146894607535257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/schedule.html' title='A Schedule'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537020234429240391.post-3169175674856333149</id><published>2010-09-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:46:48.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Tell About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1SES0vxXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hJ_5fwDf6vs/s1600/1009_07_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155352324752754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1SES0vxXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hJ_5fwDf6vs/s400/1009_07_013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1R_3DF5qI/AAAAAAAAAt4/bNqmjugCR_Q/s1600/1009_07_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155276149253794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1R_3DF5qI/AAAAAAAAAt4/bNqmjugCR_Q/s400/1009_07_018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the problems with a busy life is there is no time to write it all down. A week ago today, Hubby and I drove up to Mackinaw City to walk across the Mackinac Bridge on Labor Day. Sunday was beautiful, We walked around the city and toured the old ice-breaker Mackinac. That was surprisingly interesting. It has since been retired as it took 75 men to operate. The new ship is smaller, more powerful and requires a much smaller crew. It is also named the Mackinac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday when we got up at 5:30 AM it was raining. We had a light breakfast, no coffee, (there are no Porta Potties on the bridge) and walked the half mile to the municipal dock where over a hundred school buses waited to transfer people across the bridge. The bridge is a little over 5 miles long. The city was very organized. The bus trip cost $5. They filled 10 buses at a time, they all pulled out together and 10 more buses pulled in for loading. By thee time we crossed the bridge to St. Ignace the rain had stopped. They said 45,000 people walked the bridge that day. There was an old couple who shuffled the entire 5 miles across the bridge. There were people of all ages, some pushed wheel chairs with handicapped people in them and there were a lot of kids some in strollers. The National Guard lined the sides of the bridge and numerous police and coast guard patrolled underneath. By the time we had walked the bridge and back to the hotel we had covered 7 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we drove back home. There was no rain but a lot of wind. Hubby had to really hold on to the steering wheel and there were several trucks pulling campers who were having troubles. If this wind had occurred on Monday they would have had to cancel the walk. We got home with just enough time to take a nap before our Master Gardeners meeting which was held at Telly's nursery. It was all about fall blooming plants and not one to miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was the first Lion's Club meeting of the year and my debut as Tail Twister. We had lost our chef and his kitchen in the city hall so we tried a new caterer, Salvatore Scallopini, and dinner was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday my Friend, Carole, and I left for Madison Wisconsin for a Quilt Expo. Carole and I have gone on trips together many times in the past and travel very well together. The quilters' convention was wonderful. This was so much better than the Chicago convention. This one had so many bed quilts as opposed to art quilts, many were hand quilted. We also took classes which were only $10 each and extremely practical and well done. Both, Carole and I, love Italian and Mexican food and even though at the end of the day we were exhausted we did manage to swim in the pool and, of course, talked non stop. The Quilt Expo ran from Thursday through Saturday. We got home before midnight on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, my daughter-in-law and her mother and her son, Sammy were in town but leaving by 1 PM so we met them for breakfast and a trip to a lovely park in Taylor where Sammy could run and see the ducks. When I got home, Hubby and I took a nap. Poor Carole was driving to Minneapolis today. Don't ask me how she does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1zAYgm3bI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xpmiJyUmmz8/s1600/1009_12_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516191569015135666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1zAYgm3bI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xpmiJyUmmz8/s400/1009_12_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537020234429240391-3169175674856333149?l=nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3169175674856333149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537020234429240391&amp;postID=3169175674856333149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3169175674856333149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537020234429240391/posts/default/3169175674856333149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowherenearthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-to-tell-about.html' title='So Much to Tell About'/><author><name>Peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530011450732440130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Tb04Q1uQI8/TI1SES0vxXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hJ_5fwDf6vs/s72-c/1009_07_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
