<?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-6961354810360756849</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:39:55.340-08:00</updated><category term='My House'/><category term='Me and my man'/><title type='text'>So blessed</title><subtitle type='html'>My cup overflows, I'm drinking from my saucer!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sue</name><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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4890678773081544162</id><published>2009-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:01:20.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow God!!!</title><content type='html'>This will be a day I will never forget. I went from a truly low moment, to a day I'll never forget. I was fired from my job yesterday. I went to get my things today, because I won't be going there again. I'm VERY sensitive, so this whole experience has been rough. I've never been fired, and this has brought my self esteem down pretty low. My friends remind me that I am a valued person, and to hang on to that. &lt;br /&gt;    While I was feeling sorry for myself, God told me to call my friend who I haven't talked to in over a month. She has been having a rough time in life, and has been doing things that have worried her family and I. She is a very Godly women, yet she did ungodly things. She told me that she went to a church that cleansed her of several evil spirits. She said that these spirits lied to her about where and what God was leading her to do. So she began good, but the devil would twist it to make her do irrational things. Her family thought she was losing it. I frankly thought so too.She said it was very scary because the spirits didn't want to go. when they left she was limp. &lt;br /&gt;She is so different, you can hear it in her voice. She is happy, at peace,sound mind, making sense in every sentence. I'm so happy for her. She has been this way for years, yet last week, she was truly set free indeed. Thursday I can't wait to see her. I'm going to give her a big hug. She has always kept her distance. Now she wants to hug me!!!! God is Good!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4890678773081544162?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4890678773081544162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4890678773081544162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4890678773081544162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4890678773081544162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-god.html' title='Wow God!!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-2354483542646285127</id><published>2009-04-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:49:36.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is NOT lost!</title><content type='html'>Today, I got fired from my job. He called it "let go", I call it fired! It's OK though, God is bigger then that job any day. SO I will just move on. This seems weird, never been fired before. Wonder what God has in store for me next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2354483542646285127?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2354483542646285127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2354483542646285127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2354483542646285127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2354483542646285127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-is-not-lost.html' title='All is NOT lost!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1208589396302637335</id><published>2009-04-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:42:10.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>It's raining, never really minded it. I don't need to water flowers,Makes my grass really green. Washes the dirt off the road. It's a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1208589396302637335?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1208589396302637335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1208589396302637335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1208589396302637335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1208589396302637335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1992937760888351056</id><published>2009-04-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:12:53.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my boss came in and yelled at me after I was off the clock. After I was finished working, I went in to the office to say goodbye to the girl in the office, and he came in and yelled at me for talking to her while she was working. He was yelling hard enough that his voice was loud, and his face was red, and the customers were standing there in shock. I vowed at that moment, never to walk in that store again. Later in the day, I get a phone call from the girl at work, that he is about to call me, I DIDN'T want to talk to him. But sure enough, he called, and pleaded for forgiveness. God tells us to forgive 7x70, and I've only forgave him twice, so I had to do it. He said he wanted me there and he was really sorry, really sorry, and please forgive him. So we'll see what happens. We have to learn to get along somehow. I hope it happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1992937760888351056?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1992937760888351056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1992937760888351056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1992937760888351056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1992937760888351056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1090457271000660361</id><published>2009-03-30T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:08:13.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago house pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNkFKlwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xCosPEwVM-g/s1600-h/New+house+project+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNkFKlwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xCosPEwVM-g/s200/New+house+project+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982290390030082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNoSUzZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/T4kEh0vONvs/s1600-h/bj+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNoSUzZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/T4kEh0vONvs/s200/bj+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982291518967186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNIiRraI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/M2omSYvxKnE/s1600-h/New+house+project+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNIiRraI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/M2omSYvxKnE/s200/New+house+project+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982282995936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNAmsYWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/C-A5lo-lwaI/s1600-h/New+house+project+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNAmsYWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/C-A5lo-lwaI/s200/New+house+project+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982280866980194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSMtEwxRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/zO3Qp9CRoE0/s1600-h/New+house+project+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSMtEwxRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/zO3Qp9CRoE0/s200/New+house+project+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982275624387858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1090457271000660361?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1090457271000660361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1090457271000660361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1090457271000660361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1090457271000660361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicago-house-pictures.html' title='Chicago house pictures'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SdDSNkFKlwI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xCosPEwVM-g/s72-c/New+house+project+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5136526894521146785</id><published>2009-03-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:02:43.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just spent the weekend with my daughter. She bought a historical house in the south side of Chicago. It is called a bungalow, and was built in the 20's. My daughter inherited my artsy side and has done (can't think of the word) decorating for people for selling their homes. She got paid to do that! So I'm excited to see what her very first home will look like, since she can do anything she wants now, without any restrictions. There is even a sign that says historical area. The historical society will pay her if she makes it to the orignal look on the outside. Nothing has been done on the outside to harm the look of it, So she gets to just Pretty it up to there standards. She loves flowers too, so I know it's going to be cute!&lt;br /&gt;  Sunday Morning we woke to 2 in. of snow. Very pretty, but very unhandy for the movers. Arden installed a new furnace, air conditioner, garbage disposal, sink, counter top and many more odd jobs. He is such a blessing! I, of course started painting cleaning, mopping, and helped her pack the rest that needed packed. It was Not an easy visit, we were all tired, and then Sat. night, I got a bug. I was so sick to my stomach, nothing I did made me feel better. The trip home was many stops for me to "take care of busness" But all in all, much was achieved, and I can't wait to go back and help her some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5136526894521146785?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5136526894521146785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5136526894521146785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5136526894521146785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5136526894521146785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-just-spent-weekend-with-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1888688927629738379</id><published>2009-03-26T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:09:30.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need advice</title><content type='html'>Today at work there wasn't much to do, so I touched up the mural in places. My boss handed me a check and told me.... "Next time you paint something, let me get someone to prime the wall for you. You wasted time putting all those coats on and charged me $50 more then I should of paid. I don't even get a paycheck because I had to pay you!" Needless to say, I'm angry. He also asked me how long I was planning on working on the wall. He said "I want you done at 11 and then go home" I'm having a hard time dealing with this guy. I forgive him, and then he does stuff like this. I've nicknamed him The TURD. Any advice???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1888688927629738379?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1888688927629738379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1888688927629738379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1888688927629738379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1888688927629738379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-advice.html' title='Need advice'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1874325207492548534</id><published>2009-03-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:50:21.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's working</title><content type='html'>Today at work, I could of said some things about someone that wouldn't of blessed anyone. I know my boss is angry at this person, so anything I would of said, would of made matters worst! I admit I was tempted to "tattle"! I wanted to look good in the boss's eyes. God spoke in my heart that He is the judge, not me, so I stayed silent! WHY am I like that???? God has been showing me my faults, and I really don't like what I'm seeing! Tomorrow is a new day, maybe I'll get it right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1874325207492548534?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1874325207492548534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1874325207492548534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1874325207492548534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1874325207492548534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-working.html' title='God&apos;s working'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-3213740553435643554</id><published>2009-03-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:52:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do it on my own!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a woman who complained about everything. I really wasn't sure how to handle the situation, and I asked God this morning to make me an example. I'm not sure if I did the right things, but I realize I need GOD in these kind of situations. I can be a complainer, I know, especially when I'm angry! God showed me today what I sound like as I listen to this woman. It was not a pretty sound. I need to be more aware of what is coming out of my mouth, because sometimes, it just looks ugly on the person complaining! I like the old saying about being careful about what you say because tomorrow you may be eating those very words. God, forgive me of my spoken words, help me choose more wisely the things I say!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3213740553435643554?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3213740553435643554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3213740553435643554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3213740553435643554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3213740553435643554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-do-it-on-my-own.html' title='I can&apos;t do it on my own!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1397999132784856946</id><published>2009-03-22T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:21:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendering</title><content type='html'>Today's sermon really touched my heart. We need to surrender everyday to our Father. This is not easy, but it's a command! When we fully surrender, and except where we are, and who we are, and what is happening to us, we can walk in peace, and at peace. Our life finally makes sense, why we are here, and what we should be doing. For myself, I need to be more content in my situation. I need to be less self! I need to be more caring, more understanding. God please forgive me, I have totally let you down. Tomorrow, I want to start fresh in this walk. I love you God! Thank you for your mercy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1397999132784856946?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1397999132784856946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1397999132784856946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1397999132784856946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1397999132784856946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2009/03/surrendering.html' title='Surrendering'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1517329984411208684</id><published>2008-12-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Result</title><content type='html'>My life,I think,I pray,will be getting back to normal now. My husband had his heart Cathe,and it is normal. I just can't stop thanking God for this. He is wonderful for taking care of him. I just can't praise him enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1517329984411208684?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1517329984411208684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1517329984411208684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1517329984411208684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1517329984411208684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/12/result.html' title='The Result'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-2414362477173425681</id><published>2008-12-06T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:12:16.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/STsUYk6EQrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IoDo6Ro9v5c/s1600-h/Christopher+checking+Grandpa%27s+heart+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/STsUYk6EQrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IoDo6Ro9v5c/s320/Christopher+checking+Grandpa%27s+heart+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276833800851309234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my grandson heard that his grandpa had a hurt heart, he cam over to check it out. I had to take this picture because he was so serious about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2414362477173425681?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2414362477173425681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2414362477173425681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2414362477173425681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2414362477173425681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/12/future-doctor.html' title='Future doctor'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/STsUYk6EQrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IoDo6Ro9v5c/s72-c/Christopher+checking+Grandpa%27s+heart+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-7532457839844404513</id><published>2008-11-29T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:53:48.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/STINtdXeBTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pEMYbws2320/s1600-h/lehman+sign+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/STINtdXeBTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pEMYbws2320/s320/lehman+sign+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274293188232611122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share this sign with you that I just painted for the cycle shop I work at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7532457839844404513?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7532457839844404513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7532457839844404513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7532457839844404513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7532457839844404513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-painting.html' title='Sign painting'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/STINtdXeBTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pEMYbws2320/s72-c/lehman+sign+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4949935361802881677</id><published>2008-11-21T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:19:09.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you all to keep us in prayer. My sweetheart, my husband, had a stress test this past Thursday. He passed the stress test, but when they took the x-ray at the end, they found blockage. Tomorrow we need to find a doctor to do plumber work( I have no idea how to spell that long word) I'm sure this is nothing for some of you, but the love of my life needs prayer. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4949935361802881677?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4949935361802881677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4949935361802881677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4949935361802881677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4949935361802881677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-5824675287802770300</id><published>2008-11-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:44:06.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The snow</title><content type='html'>I know some of you like snow. I'm happy for you! I like it too, when I can sit inside and look out! I think it is beautiful.... to look at! I hope in heaven they have "warm" snow. Or we just don't have any feeling in our bodies and we can handle anything. when I was young, I was in it all the time. I was a big sled rider. My husband even has a snowmobile back in a corner of our shed. We get it out every couple of years. We don't have the snow like we used to, I remember piles of it when I was little. As I get older, I guess I'm more afraid of it, falling that is, or crashing the car! So all of you that enjoy this, have a blast! I'll cheer you on from the inside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5824675287802770300?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5824675287802770300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5824675287802770300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5824675287802770300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5824675287802770300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='The snow'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4299103734938360087</id><published>2008-11-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:57:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SRB_CA2v98I/AAAAAAAAAu4/B3D_xeX1jlQ/s1600-h/numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SRB_CA2v98I/AAAAAAAAAu4/B3D_xeX1jlQ/s320/numbers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264847636962211778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about a number, and what it means? I remember my husband turning 40 and I couldn't hardly say it. It sounded soooooooo old. But when I hit it, I didn't feel much different, tons of wrinkles didn't show up over night, it was just another passage from one decade to another without a lot of fanfare. 50 didn't seem to be much more then a number going from 4 to 5.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are happy numbers like 10, 16, then 21, those seem like mile stones that should be celebrated. 50 years of marriage aren't seen much any more, so this SHOULD be a big occasion! 60 even bigger! It also seems like the bigger number of grandchildren you have makes a bigger Woohoo! I'm not sure why that is, like we had anything to do with the act of getting them. I'm to old for that!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm celebrating the number 40. As of last Thursday I have lost 40 pounds. This has been a long journey, and it's not over. I also would like to keep this off, which sometimes seems like a bigger battle. I wish for all who are battling the bulge, will power! Also I wish for you that your green beans taste like a hot fudge sundae (with nuts). I try to remember that when I screw up, I always have tomorrow to start on the right track. Celebrate your 5, 10, 15, accomplishments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4299103734938360087?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4299103734938360087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4299103734938360087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4299103734938360087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4299103734938360087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/11/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SRB_CA2v98I/AAAAAAAAAu4/B3D_xeX1jlQ/s72-c/numbers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8811089807800278309</id><published>2008-11-02T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:27:31.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A musical!</title><content type='html'>Tonight my daughter treated me to a musical in Canton's palace theater. I laughed so hard, I almost peed my pants, It was Menopause the musical, and it was good! I never related to anything as much as I did that. I felt, and related to the whole thing. It was hilarious! It was also nice to see there were other woman relating, and laughing too! I guess were not alone in this passage to mature womanhood. I even got up on stage and did a chorus line afterwards with a bunch of other woman my age from the audience.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQ58iTaMIEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Pd5pJdj6e6M/s1600-h/menopause2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQ58iTaMIEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Pd5pJdj6e6M/s320/menopause2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264281943210205250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8811089807800278309?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8811089807800278309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8811089807800278309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8811089807800278309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8811089807800278309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/11/musical.html' title='A musical!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQ58iTaMIEI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Pd5pJdj6e6M/s72-c/menopause2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8035378128694524006</id><published>2008-10-27T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:30:39.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Answered!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQYwpOwS9aI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yY8N8aGLDYs/s1600-h/gianna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQYwpOwS9aI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yY8N8aGLDYs/s320/gianna3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261946699522438562" /&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;   A while back I asked for prayer for my daughter and I. We had a huge misunderstanding and she refused to talk to me for almost 11 months. Good news! We are now on speaking terms again, and I am grateful for all of you who sent up prayers on my behalf. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;   God taught me a couple of lessons during this time, and one of them was, He hurts when we don't talk to Him, just as I was hurting from not hearing from her. He longs to hear from us all the time, everyday! Another thing is, Love is uncondishinal, and forgiving. We must also be prepared to contiully love when love isn't coming back. These were hard lessons, but well learned in 11 months. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQYwMsoJz3I/AAAAAAAAAug/901I8s2s0eA/s1600.jp-h/gianna1g"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;  :hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQYwMsoJz3I/AAAAAAAAAug/901I8s2s0eA/s320/gianna1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261946209325141874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The pictures of the girls were so special since I hadn't seen them in so long. Praise God he answers prayer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8035378128694524006?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8035378128694524006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8035378128694524006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8035378128694524006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8035378128694524006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayer-answered.html' title='Prayer Answered!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQYwpOwS9aI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yY8N8aGLDYs/s72-c/gianna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8962490647476156523</id><published>2008-10-26T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:18:04.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't blogged in along time. I have friends that are scolding me for not blogging, but My life has gotten busier. I have started a new job at Lehman's cycle in Dover. I work three days a week selling clothing, helmets, boots, and gloves. I fit people with chaps, and leather coats for the winter months. So far, I love the job. I'm a people person, and I love talking to all the people that walk in the building. I love selling things to people, it's fun. That's why I haven't been blogging. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQS0DwZtquI/AAAAAAAAAt4/f_L5VmMXQcs/s1600-h/me+at+counter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQS0DwZtquI/AAAAAAAAAt4/f_L5VmMXQcs/s320/me+at+counter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261528241300941538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8962490647476156523?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8962490647476156523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8962490647476156523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8962490647476156523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8962490647476156523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SQS0DwZtquI/AAAAAAAAAt4/f_L5VmMXQcs/s72-c/me+at+counter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4467153198011872364</id><published>2008-09-21T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:17:17.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ex-drama queen</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time, My life is short of being exciting right now. i was even sitting here thinking what has happen lately that would be of any interest to any one. So lets just say I'm happy that my life is really quiet right now. Nothing major happening, I can sit on the porch and thank God that I am drama free at the moment. I can hug my husband tonight and thank God that he is mine. So many people are getting separated these days. When I went out for lunch, I went out with friends, I'm grateful for friends! When we got home, my garage door open, I'm thankful for electrify! We tend to gripe about the dumbest little things. I refuse to do that right now, cause I believe I'm right where God wants me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4467153198011872364?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4467153198011872364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4467153198011872364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4467153198011872364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4467153198011872364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/09/ex-drama-queen.html' title='ex-drama queen'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4241578601215828966</id><published>2008-09-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:40:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A need to brag!</title><content type='html'>Last night I found out some wonderful information I just have to share. Last Spring I helped our area high school paint their props for the Cinderella musical they did. I really enjoyed working with the kids and teaching them art techniques. Last night I was getting my hair cut, when a mother from that play walked in. She told me that someone had sent pictures of the set to a contest where other high schools sent their sets to be judged. Our set came in 2nd in the nation!! I just sat there and cried, I felt so honored by that, and so proud of those kids who worked so hard! It was a beautiful set, something to be proud of. The kids recieved a trophy which proudy sits on the teacher's piano. Just had to brag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4241578601215828966?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4241578601215828966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4241578601215828966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4241578601215828966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4241578601215828966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-to-brag.html' title='A need to brag!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4521157679135427824</id><published>2008-08-29T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:15:14.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHdSS3KYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2YtJl20dD-Q/s1600-h/playland+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHdSS3KYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2YtJl20dD-Q/s320/playland+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157472386656642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHd0egCiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/D6UvPGt0JX4/s1600-h/playland+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHd0egCiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/D6UvPGt0JX4/s320/playland+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157481562278434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHeH8E1lI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lRpEv7PmdQw/s1600-h/playland+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHeH8E1lI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lRpEv7PmdQw/s320/playland+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157486786598482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHed-lMaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/es-vJwcz9u8/s1600-h/playland+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHed-lMaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/es-vJwcz9u8/s320/playland+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157492702687650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work is almost done in the playland. Jay. Carla, Karen, and I have steadly kept at it, and it is beautiful. We had some new artist help, and do a great job! Thanks Stef. and Bill! Here are some more pictures. Karen did an amazing job on the flamingos! Just a little more shading and we'll be done!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4521157679135427824?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4521157679135427824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4521157679135427824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4521157679135427824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4521157679135427824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-done.html' title='Almost done'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SLjHdSS3KYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2YtJl20dD-Q/s72-c/playland+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2823297856275160058</id><published>2008-08-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:23:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on a new mural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70Qpj-gpI/AAAAAAAAAis/XgwxlHChtTk/s1600-h/playroom+pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70Qpj-gpI/AAAAAAAAAis/XgwxlHChtTk/s320/playroom+pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237391983550300818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70RJ1b4_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/V10NufJR9JQ/s1600-h/playroom+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70RJ1b4_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/V10NufJR9JQ/s320/playroom+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237391992213464050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70RaANVWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fTyMOkBJkzw/s1600-h/playroom+pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70RaANVWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fTyMOkBJkzw/s320/playroom+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237391996553614690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70R_87kjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TAFsJ9UPic4/s1600-h/playroom+pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70R_87kjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TAFsJ9UPic4/s320/playroom+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237392006740415026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, &lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a top secret project, that if you tell, you will self destruct. It looks like a secret mission. (They have all the windows cover with paper till the unveiling.) We are installing a jungle Jim at the church. It was so totally donated, and I can't wait to see it, but first the walls are being painted like the reign forest. Karon Mc Robie did the waterfall.I did the cheetahs.Jay Bair did the trees, and Chrity Vachon did the elephants. So here are starter pictures. Lots need done jet, we have monkeys to paint, and a panther in a tree, plus a hippo in water. But remember, it's a secret! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2823297856275160058?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2823297856275160058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2823297856275160058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2823297856275160058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2823297856275160058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-on-new-mural.html' title='Working on a new mural'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SK70Qpj-gpI/AAAAAAAAAis/XgwxlHChtTk/s72-c/playroom+pictures+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4863284727203438505</id><published>2008-08-18T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:40:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest art project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKoHn8ao4wI/AAAAAAAAAic/okq5IDnzrOA/s1600-h/1898b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKoHn8ao4wI/AAAAAAAAAic/okq5IDnzrOA/s320/1898b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236005899585774338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKoHokFlQQI/AAAAAAAAAik/NtzccjwIFHs/s1600-h/plaque+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKoHokFlQQI/AAAAAAAAAik/NtzccjwIFHs/s320/plaque+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236005910234874114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whose brother just finished the Appalachian trail. He went 2,177 miles on foot from Georgia to Maine. The family decided to make him a plaque like the one found on the path he went on. Please tell me if this is good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4863284727203438505?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4863284727203438505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4863284727203438505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4863284727203438505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4863284727203438505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/newest-art-project.html' title='Newest art project'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKoHn8ao4wI/AAAAAAAAAic/okq5IDnzrOA/s72-c/1898b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-3863637609113028355</id><published>2008-08-15T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:03:04.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKWaeh3y6uI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wDNCUPEttIw/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKWaeh3y6uI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wDNCUPEttIw/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234759991167216354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday I was painting a wall at church. I probably should of stayed home because things just seemed to go wrong. The first thing I did was put a nice hole in the wall. I was driving around on this lift that was 20 feet in the air, and I turn the wheel to sharp, and thus I did a hole in the wall. the second thing I did was, I carried my bucket of water over to the sink, with my brushes in it, when I dumped my (green) water out, there plopped my cell phone. I don't know how it happen, or when it happened, but it happened, but now it rest in peace! I got a new one today, it's really pretty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3863637609113028355?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3863637609113028355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3863637609113028355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3863637609113028355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3863637609113028355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-of-phone.html' title='Death of phone'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKWaeh3y6uI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wDNCUPEttIw/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8653388826897320738</id><published>2008-08-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:57:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2Rf1-NLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XoU1njpABTw/s1600-h/deer+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2Rf1-NLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XoU1njpABTw/s200/deer+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234016497424020658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2RviH-iI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1mBRurNYTF8/s1600-h/deer+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2RviH-iI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1mBRurNYTF8/s200/deer+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234016501635742242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2SGBzL2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/0Y-4bZXTd2M/s1600-h/deer+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2SGBzL2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/0Y-4bZXTd2M/s200/deer+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234016507674177378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2ShSmpAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0iv2XmGir6I/s1600-h/deer+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2ShSmpAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0iv2XmGir6I/s200/deer+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234016514992415746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the wedding, God and I planted a flower garden. He did most of the work, I just helped out. I thought I'd send a few pictures to show you His work! I wish I could design flowers like Him! I just plant them, He makes them grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8653388826897320738?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8653388826897320738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8653388826897320738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8653388826897320738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8653388826897320738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/flower-beds.html' title='Flower beds'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKL2Rf1-NLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XoU1njpABTw/s72-c/deer+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8582145495093733616</id><published>2008-08-12T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:24:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKGA_gIfe5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/sXQezqRJlwE/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKGA_gIfe5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/sXQezqRJlwE/s200/Jessicas+wedding+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233606070426893202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF8_23QIFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4TXXep5GFU4/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF8_23QIFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4TXXep5GFU4/s200/Jessicas+wedding+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233601678482088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF9AWS_sVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sqzSuOm7CbA/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF9AWS_sVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sqzSuOm7CbA/s200/Jessicas+wedding+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233601686919950674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF9AjwgpWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nwUs9XPg9Uo/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKF9AjwgpWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nwUs9XPg9Uo/s200/Jessicas+wedding+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233601690533406050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is over, and it was glorious! The weather was perfect, the bride and groom beautiful, and the guest were great!! We had a wonderful time!! My husband topped it all off with a firework salute when they kissed! After the wedding, people stayed to fish, or just lay in the grass in the warm sun. I saw couples strolling around the lake hand in hand, and kids trying to catch frogs in the waterfall. I watch some young men skipping stones across the lake in a contest, with an occasional thump of a big stone tossed for the sound effect in the water, It blessed my heart to share what I have with so many people. I can't wait to do it again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8582145495093733616?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8582145495093733616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8582145495093733616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8582145495093733616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8582145495093733616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SKGA_gIfe5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/sXQezqRJlwE/s72-c/Jessicas+wedding+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5782586854785205117</id><published>2008-08-08T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:56:44.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding preperations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SJyWMZmaJ6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HefQ_4dg3OU/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SJyWMZmaJ6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HefQ_4dg3OU/s200/Jessicas+wedding+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232222006872254370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SJyWMmtGOFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eq843VjRIYo/s1600-h/Jessicas+wedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SJyWMmtGOFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eq843VjRIYo/s200/Jessicas+wedding+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232222010389968978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy at my place, were going to have a wedding. My friends Jessica, and Dave are getting married tomorrow in my yard. I am SO excited about this, and for them. This is the tent and the bench they'll be standing in front of to tie the knot. I'll post more pictures later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5782586854785205117?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5782586854785205117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5782586854785205117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5782586854785205117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5782586854785205117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-preperations.html' title='Wedding preperations'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SJyWMZmaJ6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HefQ_4dg3OU/s72-c/Jessicas+wedding+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2885057169480155200</id><published>2008-07-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:06:59.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SI40sj3pN9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iJeOmhVlGx0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SI40sj3pN9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iJeOmhVlGx0/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228174157571241938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, in the late afternoon, we had these two young bucks walk past the front of the house. They were magnificent,and seem to have no fear of us standing in the windows watching. Just one of those little blessings God sent our way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2885057169480155200?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2885057169480155200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2885057169480155200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2885057169480155200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2885057169480155200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/visitors.html' title='The Visitors!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SI40sj3pN9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iJeOmhVlGx0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5554023931527914715</id><published>2008-07-25T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:26:07.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The winner is???</title><content type='html'>My young friend Luke is in Irac. This is his lastest blog. I love this kid for what he is doing. Pray for his safety.Thursday, July 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;And the Winner is...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the most common questions asked of me by the people who contact me here is "are we winning the war in Iraq?" The debate rages back in the states, the liberal media taking the position that we are losing the war, the conservatives countering that the Iraq strategy is a winning one. I think it is time for a soldier living in the OIF theater to voice an honest opinion about the United States current position in the war, and his view of the strategy behind the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you are asking "are we winning the war," you have to define what you mean by "winning." At the initial invasion of Iraq, beginning in March of 2003, U.S. led forces stormed right up the center of Iraq and crushed Sadaam's military in a matter of two months. Then the country settled back, and the insurgency began from all of the surrounding nations. Thousands poured into Iraq from Iran, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Egypt- anywhere a terrorist organization had a stronghold, they sent eager soldiers willing to battle with terror against coalition forces inside a now free Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first success of the war, militarily speaking. Sadaam was, no doubt, a rutheless tyrant, who used fear and terror to rule over the people of Iraq with an iron fist. He killed, raped, and massacred anyone who stood against him, or so much as crossed his shadow at an unfortunate time. The people of Iraq were free, for the first time- a huge victory for all free nations of the world as the first sparkle of hope glittered across the deserts of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unique warfare style of the insurgents, combined with both terror tactics and heavy urban warfare in zones bristling with civilians, forced a huge shift in strategy and training of the United States and coalition forces. If you remember, the initial invasion and the years of 2004 and 2005 saw heavy combat in regions such as Fallujah and Ramadi- and all of this was being done with little armor plating on tactical vehicles such as the HMMVW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the war moved from fullscale assaults to localized incidents comprised of improved explosive devices (IED's) and small arms fire (SAF) mixed with rocket propelled grenade attacks and suicide bombings, the coalition forces had to continously adopt new operating procedures time and time again. Each time the enemy employed a new tactic or weapon, the coalition forces countered with accuracy. Another victory, in the very difficult war the U.S. led forces were fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third major victory, was the establishment of infrastructure within the Iraqi state itself. Iraqi Police and Iraqi Army now dot the landscape and control checkpoints along the roadways up and down Iraq, and patrol hotzones such as Sadir City, a radical enclave in a sub-district of the city of Bagdhad. This is the beginning step in establising a framework to hang the rest of the Iraqi government around in the coming months and years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one may ask, "but when are the soldiers coming home for good?" If the war is being won, why aren't the soldiers pulling out of Iraq. The answer is both strikingly complex, and blissfully simple. The Iraqi's must first place their country above their personal interests, and unify under the state of Iraq, acknowledging it's soveriegn right to govern as a free state. In essence, before the coalition pulls out, Iraq must take over responsibility of their own affairs, finnish rooting out the insurgency, and establish order to preserve their democracy. The problem lies within the medieval style thinking that infects Iraq. In their minds, their allegiance is given in order of God, family, clan, tribe. "State" would probably be below that, but is not mentioned because it is seen as an insignificant piece of their daily lives. Each tribe and clan vies for control of their own destiny. Each tribe that rises to power is ensured survival by the ability to set law and presidence. This is demonstrated harshly by the war within Iraq between the Sunni and Shiite Muslims. Each is terrified of the other coming to power in Iraq, and so, even within the government, they fight and sabotage eachother's efforts. Rather than unifying as a state like that of the people of the United States, they unify according to tribe, creating a viscious downspin that drowns the government, rendering it useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If success is determined by when the troops come home, than true victory is not reachable for years to come. Just as the United States took years for democracy and freedom to adapt and change into a workable system, so Iraq must endure this period of growing pains. We look at Iraq and say, "how hopeless is this cause," but was it any more hopeless with us? The United States went to war not 100 years after it was birthed, when the separtist south cried for independence from the north! It took us over a hundred and fifty years to end segregation and racial discrimination against a people we found lesser than us! Democracy and freedom take time- long periods of time to come into form. Like a mother, we have birthed democracy in Iraq. We must now stand by Iraq, nurture and coddle it until it becomes strong, or else all was in vain. The reigns of tyranny will chain themselves once again to Iraq if we leave now, and God help those responsible for the bloodshed that will ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States houses and military of volunteers. Not one is drafted. Not one hasn't chosen thier path to Iraq. We serve because we believe in the dream. We believe in the ideal of a free democratic state in the Middle East. Just as Washington, Jefferson, and all the founding fathers believed in the dream of a free United States, we too believe in a free Iraq. So, in closing, unless you wear the uniform of the United States armed forces, let our blood be our own to shed in our way. Let our hands do the works of freedom until freedom's foundation sinks deep into the sands of Iraq and around the world. For without freedom, there is nothing. Quiet yourselves, and listen to the soldiers around the world ringing the bells of freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5554023931527914715?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5554023931527914715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5554023931527914715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5554023931527914715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5554023931527914715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/winner-is.html' title='The winner is???'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-7679767041697319073</id><published>2008-07-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:06:59.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New Fangel Way"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIDsqBhzo6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/UsoXnRhX24I/s1600-h/tomatoe+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIDsqBhzo6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/UsoXnRhX24I/s200/tomatoe+plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224435774458667938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something new. They say that keeps you young! I bought a Topsy -turvy plant hanger, and I planted an upside down tomato plant. (I did not order it from the T.V.) I saw it in our area farm store where I bought dog food. So far it's doing great, and it is LOADED with cherry tomatoes. So I'm anxious to try a tomato on it. I'll say one thing, it's a great conversation starter!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7679767041697319073?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7679767041697319073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7679767041697319073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7679767041697319073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7679767041697319073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-fangel-way.html' title='&quot;New Fangel Way&quot;'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIDsqBhzo6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/UsoXnRhX24I/s72-c/tomatoe+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2796104534067049246</id><published>2008-07-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:06:59.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have one of these days???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIBA8hKqwqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gierLLsE5Ug/s1600-h/fat+gerbil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIBA8hKqwqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gierLLsE5Ug/s200/fat+gerbil.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224246976189219490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like this guy! There are days I want to eat everything in sight! If it's not nailed down I'd eat it. I'm not sure what causes it, or if my body is craving something, but I just devour what ever I can get my hands on. I'm doing better at controlling the "hunger pains", but when they come, "Look Out cupboard, I'm on a mission"! &lt;br /&gt;I'm still losing weight,very slowly, but week after week a pound or two come off, or I stay the same. that's my goal, "slowly"! Yesterday the scale said a weight lost of 35 Pounds. Whoopee!! I still have those days when.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2796104534067049246?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2796104534067049246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2796104534067049246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2796104534067049246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2796104534067049246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-have-one-of-these-days.html' title='Ever have one of these days???'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SIBA8hKqwqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gierLLsE5Ug/s72-c/fat+gerbil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1700265850012056210</id><published>2008-07-16T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:00.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "NEW" Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SH4v9E78kZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Q7tMDtF9WK8/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SH4v9E78kZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Q7tMDtF9WK8/s200/teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223665344140054930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After months and months of work on my teeth, I finally have a new smile!! Yesterday was the grand finalee. I am so glad this is all done!! So today I am "really" smiling!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1700265850012056210?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1700265850012056210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1700265850012056210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1700265850012056210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1700265850012056210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-smile.html' title='A &quot;NEW&quot; Smile'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SH4v9E78kZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Q7tMDtF9WK8/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4257369894229158517</id><published>2008-07-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:00.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Front of Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHpLFVRtw5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/zK_-V1uKUd0/s1600-h/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHpLFVRtw5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/zK_-V1uKUd0/s320/stage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222569272872387474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I painted last Thursday at church. They put orange lights on it to make it look really cool. It's suppose to look un typical, and messy. What do you think, did I achieve it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4257369894229158517?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4257369894229158517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4257369894229158517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4257369894229158517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4257369894229158517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/front-of-church.html' title='Front of Church'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHpLFVRtw5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/zK_-V1uKUd0/s72-c/stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2989205273698885310</id><published>2008-07-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:18:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new!!!</title><content type='html'>My life has been busy, and my computer not working, so of course, no blogging! It's funny how you miss it when you don't have it. So today I caught up on everyone, nice to see all the GOOD news for everyone. I painted at church last week and the week before. I was in Velocity painting children playing, on the walls, with my friend Karen. We had a good time together, we enjoy working together. On Thursday I went in and painted the stage set again. Some people weren't happy with the first results, so I was told to clean it up some. I don't know if it looks better or worst, but I tried. &lt;br /&gt;My poor puppy has hot spots all over her. If you don't know what that is, it's an allergy from something outside, and she scratches till it's raw. She got a steroid shot to ease the itching, and she gets Benadrel every day till summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm trying to keep ahead of the nasty beetles, in my flowerbeds, by spraying, but they are determined critters. I'm trying to make the yard beautiful for the wedding here in Aug., but the bugs are driving me nuts!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know about my daughter in Oregon, I received an e-mail from her this past month. This is a start, and I praise God for this! Hopefully she'll contact me again.&lt;br /&gt;  My husband is helping my son-in-law shoot fireworks tonight. They are at a wedding reception. I can't believe he does this, but he really enjoys it. &lt;br /&gt;This brings you up on my life happenings. I'll be glad to read your blogs again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2989205273698885310?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2989205273698885310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2989205273698885310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2989205273698885310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2989205273698885310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new!!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-500329874267399703</id><published>2008-07-06T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:00.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHD4-CiTrJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sTavIud9Obc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Canada+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHD4-CiTrJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sTavIud9Obc/s320/Copy+of+Canada+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945712838749330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw Near To Me with a thankful heart, aware that your cup is overflowing with blessings.  Gratitude enables you to perceive Me more clearly and to rejoice in our love-relationship.  Nothing can separate you from My loving Presence!  That is the basis of your security.  Whenever you start to feel anxious, remind yourself that your security rests in Me alone, and I am totally trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be in control of your circumstances, but you can relax and trust in My control.  Instead of striving for a predictable, safe lifestyle, seek to know Me in greater depth and breadth.  I long to make your life a glorious adventure, but you must stop clinging to old ways.  I am always doing something new within My beloved ones.  Be on the lookout for all that I have prepared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39 (NIV) 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 56:3 (NIV) 3 When I am afraid, I will trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 43:19 (NIV) 19 See, I am doing a new thing!  Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-500329874267399703?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/500329874267399703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=500329874267399703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/500329874267399703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/500329874267399703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-to-think-about_06.html' title='Something to think about!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SHD4-CiTrJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sTavIud9Obc/s72-c/Copy+of+Canada+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8571892685443387014</id><published>2008-07-05T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:19:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From God</title><content type='html'>To:             YOU &lt;br /&gt;Date:            TODAY &lt;br /&gt;From:           GOD &lt;br /&gt;Subject:       YOURSELF &lt;br /&gt;Reference:   LIFE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is God.  Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So, have a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  And, remember... &lt;br /&gt;If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself!  Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME.  All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.   &lt;br /&gt; Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.  Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8571892685443387014?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8571892685443387014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8571892685443387014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8571892685443387014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8571892685443387014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-god.html' title='From God'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-6397760854094584744</id><published>2008-06-28T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:01.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGaKrFJT4MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fhEYLDCLBwA/s1600-h/Fishing+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGaKrFJT4MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fhEYLDCLBwA/s400/Fishing+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217009691075535042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband built this water feature for me. This took lots of work because this was a swampy area, and it needed tiled. He also gather stone from around the farm, and made the waterfall. it has been a work in progress, and for the last 6 years we've added, moved, and replanted things to get the look we wanted. We are so not done either. Someday I want a bridge. I want to add more, but it takes time and money. It will be another 10 years till I'm happy(or maybe not)with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6397760854094584744?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6397760854094584744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6397760854094584744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6397760854094584744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6397760854094584744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/waterfall.html' title='The waterfall'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGaKrFJT4MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fhEYLDCLBwA/s72-c/Fishing+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-3625880530426758367</id><published>2008-06-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:01.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGUPMR3gs_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kPjEIF7K4hE/s1600-h/Dad+fishing+with+Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGUPMR3gs_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kPjEIF7K4hE/s320/Dad+fishing+with+Chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592447007667186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night at midnight, my daughter called from Canton. She called to say she couldn't find her youngest son. He wanted to go camping, and when she told him tomorrow, he got mad and took off. He was no where to be found,so the police were called and 6 big police men show up at her door and looked everywhere. The next step was a dog. So they radioed for a dog, and in the mean time, they searched the house again, and the playground across the street. Pretty soon a police man comes into the living room holding Christopher soaking wet in sweat. He had buried himself under her bed covers, and then her pillows, and fell asleep. What a relief, when the phone call came. I prayed so hard for angels to protect him, in this case they were pillows. I reminded my daughter when she did this to me in high school. She had forgotton about it, and said "I guess the shoe is on a different foot now, mom" If it would of gone any longer in the night I probably would have called friends. But at 2 o'clock the call came. God was there for me, he answered the prayers of his children. Hug your kids today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3625880530426758367?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3625880530426758367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3625880530426758367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3625880530426758367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3625880530426758367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/christopher.html' title='Christopher'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SGUPMR3gs_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kPjEIF7K4hE/s72-c/Dad+fishing+with+Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2837040746916510555</id><published>2008-06-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:01.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4ABsd54I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rRHHXx76Tbo/s1600-h/candle+holder+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4ABsd54I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rRHHXx76Tbo/s320/candle+holder+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214033672950114178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4AW28lrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/u-WpCTSwTu8/s1600-h/candle+holder+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4AW28lrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/u-WpCTSwTu8/s320/candle+holder+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214033678631212722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4Anqi7MI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g_jcC-EbXb4/s1600-h/candle+holder+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4Anqi7MI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g_jcC-EbXb4/s320/candle+holder+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214033683142601922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put candles in my big windows in front of my house. I had a problem though,"no window sills"! What's a girl to do? So I asked my handy dandy husband if he could put his awesome mind on this subject. &lt;br /&gt;I bought 4 courting candle holders for $4. The bases were to big, so I flashed a few eyelashes at the man, and said. "I KNOW your smart enough to figure out a way to put them up there, will you do this for me?" My brainy husband DID figure a way, and with a little greenery, I think they look BEAUTIFUL! The total cost for bases, greenery, and candles, was less then ten dollars. And there are 4 of them!! I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2837040746916510555?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2837040746916510555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2837040746916510555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2837040746916510555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2837040746916510555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/candle-sticks.html' title='Candle sticks'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SFv4ABsd54I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rRHHXx76Tbo/s72-c/candle+holder+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2925989531589846412</id><published>2008-06-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:44:33.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God teaches</title><content type='html'>How many of us walk through this life as a Christian? How many walk the walk and talk the talk, but never really get that intimate relationship that God longs to have with us. Have you come to a place in your life that you are totally surrendered. I mean nothing matters except, loving God more then anything else, thing or person. Lots of us go through life "acting" like Christians, but we really aren't. We are play acting. All God really wants from us is one on one time. This means more to him then any church you build, or, any acts of kindness we make. God wants our time, all of it! Even when we're scrubbing floors. God wants us to dwell on him. It's not easy (I know) But he wants us to put Him first! God has been speaking THIS to me, I thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2925989531589846412?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2925989531589846412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2925989531589846412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2925989531589846412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2925989531589846412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-teaches.html' title='God teaches'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-2767365940103826002</id><published>2008-06-09T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Fair Lacey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YL38P8pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/41ufUhw0ki0/s1600-h/lacey+and+turtle+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YL38P8pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/41ufUhw0ki0/s320/lacey+and+turtle+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209917304955990674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YMXNmytI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tWtvj18vFlY/s1600-h/lacey+and+turtle+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YMXNmytI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tWtvj18vFlY/s320/lacey+and+turtle+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209917313350290130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YM__5PeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/6xnMPeYfUFU/s1600-h/Lacey+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YM__5PeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/6xnMPeYfUFU/s320/Lacey+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209917324298632674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey, my American Cocker Spaniel, is the closest thing to a best friend you can get! She is such a buddy, and so entertaining. Sat. we had a turtle in the yard. Lacey made sure that she was uninvited. She barked and barked, but I don't think the turtle was listening. He crawled back into his shell and pretended not to hear her. I ran in and got the camera, as she barked at this poor turtle that was just out for a stroll. I called her off, and within 15 min. that turtle was heading for the water. She is such a good little friend around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2767365940103826002?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2767365940103826002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2767365940103826002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2767365940103826002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2767365940103826002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-fair-lacey.html' title='&quot;My Fair Lacey&quot;'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SE1YL38P8pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/41ufUhw0ki0/s72-c/lacey+and+turtle+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8073500263270257220</id><published>2008-06-05T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:02.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mabel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEfYs-7jhJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wUB5HSnfWGk/s1600-h/Mabel+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEfYs-7jhJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wUB5HSnfWGk/s200/Mabel+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208369761395901586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEfYaCFbQpI/AAAAAAAAAew/sAr7MgTNEyg/s1600-h/Mabel+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEfYaCFbQpI/AAAAAAAAAew/sAr7MgTNEyg/s320/Mabel+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208369435825095314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Mabel. Mabel and I are losing weight together. Every Thursday, (sometimes Wednesday) we weigh in. She supports me, sometimes more then I support her. I need a Mabel, she's my buddy! I've never had "fun" losing weight like this before. She is such an encourager, I look forward to Thursday Morning where we can laugh (or cry) at what we did on the scale. She only has a few more pounds to go. I have lots!! But we are there for each other through "thick or thin"! So far we've (together)lost 61 pounds, Together we have 34 more pounds to go, and then we want to continue to keep at each other to maintain. My Mabel is a great friend! I hope everyone has a Mabel for a friend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8073500263270257220?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8073500263270257220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8073500263270257220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8073500263270257220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8073500263270257220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/mabel.html' title='&quot;Mabel&quot;'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEfYs-7jhJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wUB5HSnfWGk/s72-c/Mabel+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4272636840409392465</id><published>2008-06-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:02.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEagrbtlbrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uIjG0EUNDWI/s1600-h/281820290_6779f72291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEagrbtlbrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uIjG0EUNDWI/s320/281820290_6779f72291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026687134330546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here listening to a thunderstorm, and the rain outside. i love this sound, it's so relaxing to me. Then of course there is always that chance of a rainbow at the end. When my girls were small we sang special music at our old church all the time. I remember, as well as my daughter, the first special music we did. It was call "It's a Rainbow" These are the words:&lt;br /&gt; God takes the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;adds the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Puts them together,&lt;br /&gt;in His own special way,&lt;br /&gt;And what do we get?&lt;br /&gt;"It's a rainbow"!&lt;br /&gt;He takes the prettiest colors&lt;br /&gt;that you ever see,&lt;br /&gt;wraps them together&lt;br /&gt;for you and me!&lt;br /&gt;And what do we get?&lt;br /&gt;"It's a rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine this colors so bright,&lt;br /&gt;came out of the sky &lt;br /&gt;fill with thunder and lighting.&lt;br /&gt;But God has the power,&lt;br /&gt;to take something frighting,&lt;br /&gt;and turn it into, &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sight! &lt;br /&gt;  Isn't it wonderful, that even though we have storms in our life, God always provides some kind of rainbow later on in some fashion. Sometimes we have to look harder or wait longer, but we'll always have a rainbow. He promises to be with us in the storm, and in the sunshine, what a great God!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4272636840409392465?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4272636840409392465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4272636840409392465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4272636840409392465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4272636840409392465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEagrbtlbrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uIjG0EUNDWI/s72-c/281820290_6779f72291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4640867511223272342</id><published>2008-06-03T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:59:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little dissappointed</title><content type='html'>Today Weaver Leather came and talked to me about the artwork I gave them. They said they had other artist that gave them samples, and they decided that someone else will get the job of coasters. She said that she would like me to think of kid pictures. Kids doing kid things! She said she thinks I'm more of a wall hanging artist then a coaster. I asked her if it was the quality, and she said "no" " it's just that they want one artist to do one line of things."  She said that everyone in the office was very impressed with my work, and that I am gifted, and just because they can't use me now, they are sure they can use me later.So God said this isn't for me right now, I don't understand why, but I will trust that He knows best!! &lt;br /&gt;  So if anyone has kid picture ideas, let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4640867511223272342?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4640867511223272342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4640867511223272342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4640867511223272342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4640867511223272342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-dissappointed.html' title='A little dissappointed'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4315361743661100392</id><published>2008-06-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:02.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SERwqfFgfnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8OzOv6NUdEg/s1600-h/foal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SERwqfFgfnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8OzOv6NUdEg/s320/foal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207410944348552818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From when I was very small, I have loved horses! Here is a sketch I did of a foal. I miss my horse I had for 15 years. He served me well! Sometimes I go to my friend's house just to smell that wonderful smell of horses. I've always loved drawing these beautiful creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4315361743661100392?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4315361743661100392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4315361743661100392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4315361743661100392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4315361743661100392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-love.html' title='A first love'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SERwqfFgfnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8OzOv6NUdEg/s72-c/foal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1639514604130324290</id><published>2008-05-31T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEIEMjdFodI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5GTmwBvcPsM/s1600-h/haircut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEIEMjdFodI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5GTmwBvcPsM/s320/haircut+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206728732915900882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEIEMzdFoeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S0y8A9w-yFY/s1600-h/crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEIEMzdFoeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S0y8A9w-yFY/s320/crow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206728737210868194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad came up to meet my husband to go to Canada. When he showed up, he had this little garden sign that was in disrepair. He looked at me with that look, and said will you make him nice again? I'd do anything for my Daddy, so here is the before and after pictures. Nothing special, just something that will make my Dad give me his smile and thank you. Next to my husband, he's the greatest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1639514604130324290?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1639514604130324290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1639514604130324290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1639514604130324290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1639514604130324290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandpas-garden.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEIEMjdFodI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5GTmwBvcPsM/s72-c/haircut+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5449477301967743727</id><published>2008-05-31T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:03.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEEuTzdFocI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CryvoBjo4Co/s1600-h/leather+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEEuTzdFocI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CryvoBjo4Co/s320/leather+square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206493561981608386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last blog, I told you about a new job I was being interviewed for. Yesterday we talked, and this is what I will be starting out doing. I will be doing pen and ink drawings for Weaver Leather and they in turn, will Lazer them on to a leather square for coasters. This will be my first project. The people were awesome to talk to. I think God knew I would love this(I know He did!) This is quite a bit smaller then I'm use to, But I'm willing to try, with God's help of course! I can't wait to get started!!!! See Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5449477301967743727?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5449477301967743727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5449477301967743727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5449477301967743727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5449477301967743727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-job.html' title='My New job'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SEEuTzdFocI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CryvoBjo4Co/s72-c/leather+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6056527831451535135</id><published>2008-05-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:20:57.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a God!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i just got a call from a large Leather Store in our area, that sends leather (saddles, bridles and such)products all over the world. They are starting a gift section for their business and they want to know if I will be their illustrator for their new gift line. WOW!!!! what an honor, They are meeting with me next week to look at my portfolio to see what I can do. This is so humbling, yet so thrilling to know that I'm a possibility for this company. All I can say is WOW GOD, YOU are so amazing!!! Thank you again for providing this for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6056527831451535135?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6056527831451535135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6056527831451535135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6056527831451535135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6056527831451535135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-god.html' title='What a God!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4135299553789522346</id><published>2008-05-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:04.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Long bike trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtAqzdFoZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qwUzN_M9MLo/s1600-h/Trip+to+Pittsburg+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtAqzdFoZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qwUzN_M9MLo/s320/Trip+to+Pittsburg+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204824898467635602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtArDdFoaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gvz6oZgHsEs/s1600-h/Trip+to+Pittsburg+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtArDdFoaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gvz6oZgHsEs/s320/Trip+to+Pittsburg+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204824902762602914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtArjdFobI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Xthp2pwRpyI/s1600-h/Trip+to+Pittsburg+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtArjdFobI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Xthp2pwRpyI/s320/Trip+to+Pittsburg+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204824911352537522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we made a trip with two other couples to Pittsburg to eat at Primanti Bros. It was our first long ride (but not our last) so our bottoms were so ready for the break. We had a great time! The food was great. I can't wait for the next ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4135299553789522346?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4135299553789522346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4135299553789522346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4135299553789522346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4135299553789522346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-long-bike-trip.html' title='First Long bike trip'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDtAqzdFoZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qwUzN_M9MLo/s72-c/Trip+to+Pittsburg+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1570564614499541419</id><published>2008-05-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDakGTdFoVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/W9rPkbtSueU/s1600-h/Deer+in+water+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDakGTdFoVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/W9rPkbtSueU/s320/Deer+in+water+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203526847681634642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days we have been having deer come to our lake for water and "moss". We think that is what they're eating cause it looks like spaghetti when they lift there heads from the water. I caught this picture while they were dining at our restaurant. Just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1570564614499541419?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1570564614499541419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1570564614499541419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1570564614499541419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1570564614499541419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/deer.html' title='The Deer'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDakGTdFoVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/W9rPkbtSueU/s72-c/Deer+in+water+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4534582197132534038</id><published>2008-05-21T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:04.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDQwX8aWUMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I152Bk5-T8E/s1600-h/megan%27s+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDQwX8aWUMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I152Bk5-T8E/s320/megan%27s+stage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202836657431531714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my daughter's music class is putting on Annie. Monday I spent the day at school showing the kids how to paint the backdrop. They did a great job, and I really enjoyed working with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4534582197132534038?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4534582197132534038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4534582197132534038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4534582197132534038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4534582197132534038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/helping-out.html' title='Helping out'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SDQwX8aWUMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I152Bk5-T8E/s72-c/megan%27s+stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4745461061076412639</id><published>2008-05-16T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:06:35.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "GOOD" wandering mind</title><content type='html'>Today I had to call the phone company because our computer would not connect. (our phone and computer are one the same line) I started talking to this guy about my computer and he realizing I'm not computer savoy, got laughing. I'm sorry I don't know all the names of things that my computer is hooked up to, but he was an extremely patient man, and I thanked him for being that way. I surprised myself when I got the conversation turn to church (I don't know how it got there) but I told him he needed to get on "you tube" and check out our church. He fixed my computer and then told me "I love your laugh, and I'm checking out this Newpointe church on the net" I told him How I've grown spiritually at this church and it's so amazing, and then I got on Kidstuf and all I'm involved in. Once I was connected again we had to say Goodbye, but before he hung up he said "Newpointe right!" and I reply "yea with an E" I got off the phone and realized how simple and how easy that was, when your in love with your savior! You want to talk about Him and what he is doing in your life. I don't know if that man was a Christian, but he got an earful today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4745461061076412639?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4745461061076412639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4745461061076412639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4745461061076412639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4745461061076412639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-wandering-mind.html' title='A &quot;GOOD&quot; wandering mind'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-8079532326024992040</id><published>2008-05-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:04.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSIAN CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SCjvNsaWUJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9PzSF8gGZUQ/s1600-h/Persian+cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SCjvNsaWUJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9PzSF8gGZUQ/s320/Persian+cat.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199668788338249874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent this to me, I always wondered what a Persian cat looked like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8079532326024992040?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8079532326024992040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8079532326024992040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8079532326024992040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8079532326024992040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/persian-cat.html' title='PERSIAN CAT'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SCjvNsaWUJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9PzSF8gGZUQ/s72-c/Persian+cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-9163536938602374809</id><published>2008-05-10T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:09:24.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking from my saucer!!</title><content type='html'>This is where I found my blog name.I love this poem, I feel this way so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking From My Saucer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've never made a fortune&lt;br /&gt;and it's probably too late now.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't worry about that much,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And as I go along life's way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaping better than I sowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't have a lot of riches,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the going's tough.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got loved ones around me,&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thank God for his blessings,&lt;br /&gt;and the mercies He's bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember times when things went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;My faith wore somewhat thin.&lt;br /&gt;But all at once the dark clouds broke,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun peeped through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So God, help me not to gripe about&lt;br /&gt;the tough rows that I've hoed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If God gives me strength and courage,&lt;br /&gt;when the way grows steep and rough.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not ask for other blessings,&lt;br /&gt;  I'm already blessed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And may I never be too busy,&lt;br /&gt;to help others bear their loads.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my cup has overflowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ John Paul Moore ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-9163536938602374809?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/9163536938602374809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=9163536938602374809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/9163536938602374809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/9163536938602374809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/drinking-from-my-saucer.html' title='Drinking from my saucer!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-7155112493984631286</id><published>2008-05-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:26:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie  Mason</title><content type='html'>Today i was reading the care page for Marie Mason. If your not from my church, she is our pastors mother, and she is dying from cancer. This is a wonderful woman who is a retired pastors wife. She has been a Christian since she was a young girl, and has lived that life ever since. Today she is in so much pain that she asked our pastor to pray to God for Him to take her home. She informed the family that she won't be here on Mother's Day. She said I have run a good race and I am almost to the finish line, and there, my Lord will meet me! I ask you to pray for this family, because she will really be missed! This is a close knit family, they'll need our prayers in the future, because a beloved family menber will be gone. I know that they are assured of where she is going, but this will be a hole in the family unithttp://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mariemason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7155112493984631286?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7155112493984631286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7155112493984631286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7155112493984631286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7155112493984631286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/05/marie-mason.html' title='Marie  Mason'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4471968043975341702</id><published>2008-04-30T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:27:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby fat?</title><content type='html'>I just read my blog from yesterday. I am such a baby! I was having a pity party for myself. It wasn't that bad, really, it was just really sore. The procedure was a breeze. I wouldn't want one every week, but it was NOT that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a little help, if anyone has ideas, let me know! I have lost 20 pounds, but I am stuck there now. I have not lost anymore in a whole month! I've increased my activity, I've made my weight heavier, I can't lose, any suggestions, I need them. The trainer says increase resistance, I've been doing that too, what next????? I watch everything that goes in my mouth, it is not much, so the trainer says eat more, then I gain. Maybe it's just baby fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4471968043975341702?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4471968043975341702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4471968043975341702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4471968043975341702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4471968043975341702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-fat.html' title='Baby fat?'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-3168369613804064068</id><published>2008-04-29T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:04.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBd4MI_IbhI/AAAAAAAAAco/74_PlaOvCkU/s1600-h/buck+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBd4MI_IbhI/AAAAAAAAAco/74_PlaOvCkU/s320/buck+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194752845161197074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the root canals, that wasn't to bad. Today is the pain! It says in the Bible we are to have joy in all situations. My joy today is in my feet, because there is NO joy in my mouth. Motrin is my friend today. I can smile about this(slightly) because if I think about it, it really hurts! Oh well, this too shall pass, I am thankful that I can get this done. The other option is to get them all pulled, and I'm not ready for that. My teeth and I have become good friends over the years, I'm not ready to say Good Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3168369613804064068?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3168369613804064068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3168369613804064068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3168369613804064068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3168369613804064068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBd4MI_IbhI/AAAAAAAAAco/74_PlaOvCkU/s72-c/buck+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5684850869451122672</id><published>2008-04-28T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:05.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBYha4_IbgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/4opzthaHTd8/s1600-h/Root+canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBYha4_IbgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/4opzthaHTd8/s320/Root+canal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194375966075940354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day! Today was 2 root canals! I've heard all the horror stories, but I can promise you, it was not bad at all!!! I do have an infection in one tooth, so I need another trip, and then another, and then another, and then finely, I'll have a great smile again:} I am grateful I can afford this, and grateful I have a GREAT dentist, but believe you me, a water pick is in my future!!! I really don't want to do this again. Take care of your teeth, it's cheaper!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5684850869451122672?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5684850869451122672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5684850869451122672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5684850869451122672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5684850869451122672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/dentist-trip.html' title='The Dentist trip'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBYha4_IbgI/AAAAAAAAAcg/4opzthaHTd8/s72-c/Root+canal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8823084899827737750</id><published>2008-04-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBNsQY_IbfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0DkFZ4j2_PQ/s1600-h/Creeping+flocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBNsQY_IbfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0DkFZ4j2_PQ/s320/Creeping+flocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193613824129265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God blesses me with this every Spring, I so look forward to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8823084899827737750?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8823084899827737750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8823084899827737750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8823084899827737750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8823084899827737750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-spot.html' title='Beautiful spot'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SBNsQY_IbfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0DkFZ4j2_PQ/s72-c/Creeping+flocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6325372690904020938</id><published>2008-04-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:24:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from exercising today, when thoughts of my childhood sprung up. &lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in school watching the guy outside mowing, and wishing I was out there.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my step Dad and I waiting for the May apples to bloom in the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;I remember catching Tadpoles in the creek.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the smell of apple trees blooming.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the lawn being cut for the first time(it smelled GREEN)&lt;br /&gt;Being able to climb up in my tree swing tree, and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting the garden ready.(I wasn't crazy about this one)&lt;br /&gt;When I married my husband, and I moved to the farm, I liked to remember:&lt;br /&gt;the first day the cows were let out in pasture(they were in a hurry)&lt;br /&gt;Little caves born in the field.&lt;br /&gt;First cutting hay.(oh the smell)&lt;br /&gt;Watching the tiny corn plants pop up out of the ground. &lt;br /&gt;When my girls were small in the Spring:&lt;br /&gt;Letting them feel grass for the first time, and not liking it to well.&lt;br /&gt;Watching them lead around cows and goats for the fair, to get them ready, (they couldn't wait to do it)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my girls playing in the sandbox, or finding a mud puddle to jump in.&lt;br /&gt;Watching a group of puppies lick them till they fall down, and they lick them even more. &lt;br /&gt;Some other favorites:&lt;br /&gt;Clothes on the line flowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels chasing each other around a tree.&lt;br /&gt;The trickling of a spring waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;AND of course, all the beautiful Spring flowers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I like Spring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6325372690904020938?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6325372690904020938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6325372690904020938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6325372690904020938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6325372690904020938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-2934961413888504315</id><published>2008-04-20T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:05.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAvcoUJfWeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ix8rynBbYFU/s1600-h/fishing+with+Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAvcoUJfWeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ix8rynBbYFU/s400/fishing+with+Grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191485580636019170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAvcokJfWfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qB_DPXD0o6w/s1600-h/Fishing+with+Grandpa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAvcokJfWfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qB_DPXD0o6w/s400/Fishing+with+Grandpa+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191485584930986482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian (my grandson) spent the the night and all day with us. Last night He and I drew chalk pictures all over the driveway. We laughed so hard at some of the things we drew. We have played a game for years of drawing a line, and the other person has to make it into something. After church today, Grandpa and Ian went fishing. I heard squealing down at the lake as I saw the fish being reeled in. I love days we can spend together. I made a copy of one of these pictures, and framed it for him. He said he'll never forget this day! I always said that Ian was my Timothy, In the Bible he got his strong faith from his mother and grandmother.I want to be that Grandma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2934961413888504315?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2934961413888504315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2934961413888504315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2934961413888504315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2934961413888504315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/making-memories.html' title='Making Memories'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAvcoUJfWeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ix8rynBbYFU/s72-c/fishing+with+Grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-7887356267822983180</id><published>2008-04-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:06.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look for the Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAUbZHMCB4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/O3wdzWuDhIA/s1600-h/baby+in+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAUbZHMCB4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/O3wdzWuDhIA/s400/baby+in+tree.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189584263854557058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone emailed me this,and I was blown away how God did this. This wasn't man-made. this was God-made and I am blessed by the beauty of it! If you can't see it right away, keep looking. The baby takes up the whole picture. I saw the feet first, then I saw the rest. This is amazing!! I love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7887356267822983180?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7887356267822983180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7887356267822983180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7887356267822983180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7887356267822983180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-for-baby.html' title='Look for the Baby!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/SAUbZHMCB4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/O3wdzWuDhIA/s72-c/baby+in+tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-462984434970579133</id><published>2008-04-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:06.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_9_--89rII/AAAAAAAAAbw/s0dYqP0RgEc/s1600-h/koalos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_9_--89rII/AAAAAAAAAbw/s0dYqP0RgEc/s320/koalos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188006015781416066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. I ran into an old friend yesterday, It was so good to see her. we caught up on each others family, giggle a lot, and then I let her get back to work. (Hi Amy) When I was a little girl I learned a song that went like this "Make new friends, but keep the old, One is Silver, but the other is gold." I want to stay in touch with all my friends, new and old. Every single one is special to me, and I would be so sad if I lost any of them! God brings friends in our life for reasons we don't know, but He does! My friend Owen, really lifted my spirit this week. He said he felt he was in God presence one night. I believe him, he has that glow on his face. Stay strong Owen, there is a reason for that experience you had. Jessica met up with a great guy named Dave, and now they are engaged!(I love your ring) I appreciate everyone who I have as a blog friend, and every comment you make. You all touch me in some way, and I hope I've done the same for you. I've felt your prayers, and said a few for you, let's continue, Thanks Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-462984434970579133?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/462984434970579133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=462984434970579133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/462984434970579133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/462984434970579133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_9_--89rII/AAAAAAAAAbw/s0dYqP0RgEc/s72-c/koalos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8595317312622882970</id><published>2008-04-08T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:07.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8ov0KykI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jhc4_iC7HJU/s1600-h/Hiland+musical+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8ov0KykI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jhc4_iC7HJU/s200/Hiland+musical+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186946804063324738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8o_0KylI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6fREz5JB8Hs/s1600-h/Hiland+musical+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8o_0KylI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6fREz5JB8Hs/s200/Hiland+musical+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186946808358292050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8o_0KymI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NS_hxeJm-Wk/s1600-h/Hiland+musical+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8o_0KymI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NS_hxeJm-Wk/s200/Hiland+musical+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186946808358292066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8pP0KynI/AAAAAAAAAbg/L_pcyzF3b4s/s1600-h/Hiland+musical+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8pP0KynI/AAAAAAAAAbg/L_pcyzF3b4s/s200/Hiland+musical+2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186946812653259378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8pf0KyoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sL0h_0qA0aA/s1600-h/Hiland+musical+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8pf0KyoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sL0h_0qA0aA/s200/Hiland+musical+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186946816948226690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A while back I blogged about a stage I helped get painted. This was Hiland high school. When I got there, there were 15 kids who didn't have a clue what to do, And they were afraid to start. I got them started, gave them some confidence, and I was so impressed at what they did, and they were  impressed with themselves. Here are the pictures, and I want to Thank Christy Vachon for coming in one night to help, she was amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8595317312622882970?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8595317312622882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8595317312622882970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8595317312622882970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8595317312622882970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella-stage.html' title='Cinderella Stage'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R_u8ov0KykI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jhc4_iC7HJU/s72-c/Hiland+musical+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-766966213247830256</id><published>2008-03-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:09:57.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He answered me!</title><content type='html'>God is so amazing, Yesterday someone asked me if I heard from my daughter yet. I told her no, and the hurt is so hard some days. We talked for a very long time, and she said some very good things that were all true, but, my heart wasn't willing to do.I decided to to listen to her,I know she's a child of God. I cried out to the Lord this morning, I gave him all my daughters, I gave Him my pain, my sorrow. my sadness. I'm asking forgiveness of my thoughts toward situations, and people. I heard God's voice this morning, I heard it in a very old song. I have not sang this song in years. As I started singing, THEY THAT WAIT UPON THE LORD, I started in on the second verse, I started to weep, I mean really weep, God spoke to me in these words. Teach me Lord to wait, down on my knees, that in Your own good time, you'll answer my pleas........ It took that friend to get my eyes to look up at this situation, then to resolve it myself. I'm so glad He use her, and I'm so glad she was willing to be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-766966213247830256?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/766966213247830256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=766966213247830256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/766966213247830256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/766966213247830256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-answered-me.html' title='He answered me!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-327239027848106003</id><published>2008-03-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:08.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarella flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG7f0KydI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_l20EdME3qo/s1600-h/armarilla+flower+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG7f0KydI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_l20EdME3qo/s200/armarilla+flower+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181398990512114130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG7_0KyeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/JOxKA8RAlvc/s1600-h/armarilla+flower+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG7_0KyeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/JOxKA8RAlvc/s200/armarilla+flower+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181398999102048738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG8P0KyfI/AAAAAAAAAag/i2yCHKwyPQ4/s1600-h/armarilla+flower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG8P0KyfI/AAAAAAAAAag/i2yCHKwyPQ4/s200/armarilla+flower+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181399003397016050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law gave me this bulb to plant early in Feb. I gave it lots of TLC and watched it as it shot upward. The last few days I could hardly wait to see what color it would be. I think it's called an Amarillo Lilly, if I'm wrong please let me know. But I was thrilled with the outcome, and the color. I know they don't last long, but the few days it blossoms are worth the wait. It open on Easter to it's full bloom, wasn't that nice of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-327239027848106003?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/327239027848106003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=327239027848106003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/327239027848106003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/327239027848106003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/03/amarella-flower.html' title='Amarella flower'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R-gG7f0KydI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_l20EdME3qo/s72-c/armarilla+flower+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-132545969778642165</id><published>2008-03-20T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:58:59.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whopee!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy, I've lost 21 pounds!!!! My partner in crime has lost 17! Only 1,000 more to go!! I think it would be easier if I cut off a leg, but that wouldn't be practical now would it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-132545969778642165?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/132545969778642165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=132545969778642165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/132545969778642165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/132545969778642165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/03/whopee.html' title='Whopee!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8165950137063641804</id><published>2008-03-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:11:11.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathy</title><content type='html'>My old friend(not in age, but time) Kathy and I, spent time together yesterday.God put my name in her head to call me. (it's a God thing) We are the type of friends that can go months without speaking, get together, and start up where we were a month ago. We are both empty nester's now and we compared our lives of what we've gone through, and what it's like now. We both wish things were different in some avenues of our life, but we both agreed that God is so in total control we need not look around, but only UP! We tend to look around at all the hard stuff that's happening, and it makes us sad, but we forget that when if we continully look up, God is standing there ready and willing to walk us through our trial. Trials come in our life for a purpose. Nothing, absolutely nothing, happens to us until it goes past God with his permission, and restrictions of how our trial will be laid out for us. And These trials are there to lead us into a stronger relationship with God, if we let it,!! Kathy and I prayed together, for each other, sisters in Christ, we are, and need that! We really do need each other to hang on to. And we were both blessed by our time together. Thank you Kathy, for spending time with me, I really enjoy being with you! This was definatly a God thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8165950137063641804?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8165950137063641804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8165950137063641804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8165950137063641804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8165950137063641804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/03/kathy.html' title='Kathy'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-5228927963589931984</id><published>2008-02-28T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:09.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cyQWjbZFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HMl33t2oVB8/s1600-h/mexican+dancers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cyQWjbZFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HMl33t2oVB8/s320/mexican+dancers+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157953571775570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cySGjbZGI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3s03rj0mo0w/s1600-h/mexican+dancers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cySGjbZGI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3s03rj0mo0w/s320/mexican+dancers+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157983636546658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cyS2jbZHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Bjmi2z1NMW8/s1600-h/mexican+dancers+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cyS2jbZHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Bjmi2z1NMW8/s320/mexican+dancers+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157996521448562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working with Hiland High School doing their set design for their play "Cinderella". I have had so much fun doing this and hanging out with the High school kids. Here are a couple pictures, I'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5228927963589931984?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5228927963589931984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5228927963589931984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5228927963589931984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5228927963589931984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-happy-place.html' title='My Happy Place'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R8cyQWjbZFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HMl33t2oVB8/s72-c/mexican+dancers+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4546742760154182405</id><published>2008-02-22T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:27:15.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Day</title><content type='html'>Today I recieved a phone call from a teacher in our area. (I met her last week getting my hair done) She asked me if I would come in and help the kids get started on their stage set for the Musical Cinderella. I walked in to find about ten kids looking at me, hoping I could tell them what to do. The teacher said"They are all yours" and left ME in charge. I had so much fun, and the kids were so willing to work. Again I saw really timid kids try their hand at something new, step back, and say "WOW" I was so proud of them, they did such a great job. I'm suppose to go back on Monday to help some more, but I was pleased at what they did tonight. I really didn't want to quit, the kids were having fun,I was having fun,and things were really starting to look sharp. I can't wait to see it get done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4546742760154182405?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4546742760154182405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4546742760154182405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4546742760154182405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4546742760154182405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-day.html' title='A Fun Day'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-6537633319630031748</id><published>2008-02-21T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:32:15.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Boxes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I recieved two boxes from my sister when she came to visit me. she told me that my Dad had left the boxes for me because he didn't want to store them any more. I open the box to find corn kernels laying everywhere, something had tried to hide their lunch there. Then I slowly pulled out item after item. First there was a giant Bible. It was falling apart and I gently open the front to see that it was my great grandmother's Bible. It said upon my death, please give to my daughter, then it was to be given to my grandfather, the Rev, Charles Laird. Today my grandfather would be 107 if he would be alive, he died 20 years ago. Another box held every card my grandfather ever gave grandma. They were so in love, there were poems, and sweet sayings. all so beautifully written. All these things were crumbling in my hands as I  looked at them. There were pictures of my great grandparents, and grandparents when they were all young.&lt;br /&gt;  Then the thought came to me, I'm next in line to past these historic things along. I must wright my name in there to say who these things should go to next. I need to add my life story to this family tree that started in Scotland so many years ago.  Life is so short on this earth, as I paged through the many papers, there were many things I threw away because they were special to my grandparents but not to me. Letters from friends I never knew, things in thier past that wasn't important to keep. I kept the paper of the date my grandfather was ordaind in the church.&lt;br /&gt;   Someday my children will do the same for me. They will go through my letters,pictures, my valubles, to see what's important to keep. Will I have done a good job securing my history,my love of God? Is it important for my grandchildren to know their heritage. My grandma left two boxes on earth when she left to meet the Lord. I know she was a Godly woman. I hope people will look at my two boxes, and say the same thing about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6537633319630031748?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6537633319630031748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6537633319630031748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6537633319630031748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6537633319630031748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-boxes.html' title='The Two Boxes'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-2700502198848664993</id><published>2008-02-20T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:21:35.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valley</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm in a valley today. I feel really far away from God.  I really don't like being here. My heart aches for my daughter. We haven't spoken since Dec. and that was an email. I miss her so much, I want to hear her voice. I want to know what my granddaughters are doing. I want to tell her how much I love her but, I'm not allowed to have contact with her says her husband. He said "It's for the best"&lt;br /&gt;   I've been seeking God for answers, He seems so very far away. I wake in the middle of the night, and I see her picture above my head. I pray for her, for God to show me what I need to do for her to come back in my life. This is hard, I looked forward to adult daughters that I could be their friends, she said that's not what she wants. I'm sad today, I never like people mad at me. But one of my children, it really hurts deeply. Pray for me, please Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2700502198848664993?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2700502198848664993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2700502198848664993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2700502198848664993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2700502198848664993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valley.html' title='My Valley'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-5018295073362760937</id><published>2008-02-13T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:17:46.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wandering Mind!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever think about how blessed you really are? Stop and think about it. We take to much for granted on so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bed?Thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a roof over your head? &lt;br /&gt;Are you healthy? Are you breathing? Can you get around? Some can't!&lt;br /&gt;A good marriage, kids that know the Lord? Really Blessed&lt;br /&gt;A church home that lets you use your gifts? I got one!!&lt;br /&gt; So many times we complain about what is going on around us, yet we forget to look upward and Thank God for what's really important, what blessings we do have, and not the ones our friends have also. For me, it's not so much material things, but I envy someone who seems to have it all figured out. Someone who knows what to do and say for every situation. I would like to be more giving, more caring, more Godly, but the human sinful side comes out, and messes it all up.&lt;br /&gt; I'm grateful that God is SO patient with me. He KNOWS I will do really dumb stuff sometimes, but He loves me anyway, and yet he Blesses me. I need to be patient more with people who are the same way with me, And I need to bless them also.&lt;br /&gt; Boy, has my mind wandered, I started out thinking about one thing and it turn completly into something else. Is it the mind thats first thing to go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5018295073362760937?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5018295073362760937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5018295073362760937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5018295073362760937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5018295073362760937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/wandering-mind.html' title='A wandering Mind!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4318489238748471167</id><published>2008-02-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:09.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6nbSunLyXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bg13r2UHlhA/s1600-h/Gods+hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6nbSunLyXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bg13r2UHlhA/s320/Gods+hands.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163899562553493874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Becky sent me this picture, I know she sent it to lots of people, but to my other friends, it's here for you to enjoy. God does have his hands on us, around us, and over us. What a neat way to remind us of that. It was also stated that this same formation has been seen in other states. This was in Canton, Ohio. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4318489238748471167?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4318489238748471167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4318489238748471167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4318489238748471167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4318489238748471167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods-hands_06.html' title='God&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6nbSunLyXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bg13r2UHlhA/s72-c/Gods+hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4697194655495116442</id><published>2008-02-05T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:09.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6g1i-nLyVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/b2z828csHuo/s1600-h/mexican+dancers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6g1i-nLyVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/b2z828csHuo/s320/mexican+dancers+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163435847819446610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Mexican Dancers I painted for Married Life Live (couples night at church). It was a challenge, but I finally got it done. I wonder what's next in line for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4697194655495116442?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4697194655495116442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4697194655495116442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4697194655495116442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4697194655495116442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/02/mexican-dancers.html' title='Mexican Dancers'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6g1i-nLyVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/b2z828csHuo/s72-c/mexican+dancers+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6284316331293063774</id><published>2008-01-30T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:09.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arden doesn't think it's funny anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6CDGenLyUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PISiCJ1czPc/s1600-h/old+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6CDGenLyUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PISiCJ1czPc/s320/old+men.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161269320286456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple blogs ago, I told you about a therapist asking me if I was that 50 year old man's mother. I was horrified. Arden thought it was funny. Well yesterday, we were at the Cleveland Clinic for Arden's eyes. I went up to the lady at the desk and ask if she had any information on hearing aids for my Dad. She ask me if that man (Arden) was my Dad:)He He lol lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6284316331293063774?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6284316331293063774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6284316331293063774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6284316331293063774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6284316331293063774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/arden-doesnt-think-its-funny-anymore.html' title='Arden doesn&apos;t think it&apos;s funny anymore!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R6CDGenLyUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PISiCJ1czPc/s72-c/old+men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5138457841499496760</id><published>2008-01-27T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:10.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very proud Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5znROnLyTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UayEs7ErC8E/s1600-h/megan%27s+hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5znROnLyTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UayEs7ErC8E/s320/megan%27s+hair+cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160253556225984818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5zm1unLySI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7vdlnPAa4qU/s1600-h/megan%27s+long+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5zm1unLySI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7vdlnPAa4qU/s320/megan%27s+long+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160253083779582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to brag on my daughter. My middle daughter,(Megan), in high school was my biggest challenge. She was not my perfect child, but the most talented. We went through some tough times together, but now, we are great friends. I have become so proud of her and the life she now leads. Now, she is a music teacher, and a good one! The kids in her middle school love her, and respect her. Yesterday she and 5 students, went with her to donate their hair to LOCKS OF LOVE. Here is a picture of before and after of her. I'll blog the kids pictures later. It just goes to show that prayer does work, and kids can straighten out their lives as they get older. I'm one proud mama!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-5138457841499496760?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5138457841499496760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5138457841499496760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5138457841499496760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5138457841499496760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-proud-mama.html' title='Very proud Mama'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5znROnLyTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UayEs7ErC8E/s72-c/megan%27s+hair+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-7971716686464974577</id><published>2008-01-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:10.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIM only!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5ibQ-nLyRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7GsBzO7SyYs/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5ibQ-nLyRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7GsBzO7SyYs/s320/Winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159044089140463890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my devotions, I read about the vision that Paul had on that historic road to Damascus. God told him he no longer depended on anything except following Christ. He would provide ALL. Why can't I be there? Why can't I say OK God, what ever you say,I will follow, no matter what I go through, it's OK because this is part of your perfect plan. You will not leave me alone for anything, so I don't have to be afraid of what's ahead for me. God is so good! I hope I achieve this place someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7971716686464974577?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7971716686464974577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7971716686464974577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7971716686464974577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7971716686464974577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/him-only.html' title='HIM only!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R5ibQ-nLyRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7GsBzO7SyYs/s72-c/Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1547713062497337075</id><published>2008-01-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:43:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Hill???</title><content type='html'>It' Monday and I just came from the fitness center from working out. I was sitting by Betty riding our exercise bikes together. I just love her, she is 77 years young with a smile on her face, and case of Par kins Disease that keeps her shaking. I love to sit beside her, we bike to exotic places like Paris, and France. We pretend to be traveling through countrysides and just missing Amish buggies, or road apples. I look forward to seeing her three days a week because it makes exercising so much more fun. &lt;br /&gt;Today I had a real surprise. Betty's son came in and sat on a bike beside me. He was in therapy for something. I told Betty that the Kid was beside us(he's 50) The therapist came over and ask which one of us was his mom. (UGH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1547713062497337075?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1547713062497337075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1547713062497337075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1547713062497337075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1547713062497337075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-hill.html' title='Over The Hill???'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-703549853109957142</id><published>2008-01-15T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GewLHCRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OwgNq0EcIH0/s1600-h/panda+bear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GewLHCRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OwgNq0EcIH0/s320/panda+bear1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155925011294783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GewLHCSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IdITx0EPlQo/s1600-h/karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GewLHCSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IdITx0EPlQo/s320/karen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155925011294783778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/O775XsNQax0/s1600-h/pandakaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/O775XsNQax0/s320/pandakaren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155925019884718386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/F-8sGe0waAA/s1600-h/panda+bear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/F-8sGe0waAA/s320/panda+bear+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155925019884718402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TVfRn_Y7JXo/s1600-h/panda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GfQLHCVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TVfRn_Y7JXo/s320/panda3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155925019884718418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been painting again, but this time I had help! My friend Karen helped me on a mural in a little shop in Philly called "Bearly Worn". It took two trips,but we were successful at getting that done with God's help. Thanks Karen! It's so rewarding when it's done, and you stand back and look. Karen made it fun to have someone to talk to while I was working on my side, She did the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-703549853109957142?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/703549853109957142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=703549853109957142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/703549853109957142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/703549853109957142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/panda-time.html' title='Panda Time'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R42GewLHCRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OwgNq0EcIH0/s72-c/panda+bear1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2109485660854923791</id><published>2008-01-13T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:52:45.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke</title><content type='html'>I use to work with a young man named Luke, at the restrurant I worked at. I thought he was a great kid, finishing up school, and prepareing for college. I lost contact with him when he left the restrurant until I saw him pictured in the paper. He had joined the National Gaurd and was heading for Irac. He has a web sight of his thoughts as he trains for what's ahead. You must read these, they are amazing! What a mature young man with love for God , family, and COUNTRY. I was so impressed at his devotions to these things, and I lookforward to reading these blogs because he has a real gift in writing. I also ask that you pray for him as he leaves for the East, he will need lots of them. His blog sight is: (lhall9lettersfromhome.blogspot.com) You will be surprised at his writing, I know I was for a 18 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2109485660854923791?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2109485660854923791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2109485660854923791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2109485660854923791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2109485660854923791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-3959662038250359016</id><published>2008-01-10T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:11.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost 5 pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R4ZlYwLHCQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SN05u9u-dAc/s1600-h/Scale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R4ZlYwLHCQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SN05u9u-dAc/s320/Scale.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153918299494877442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weighed in with a friend at church. I did the happy dance, I lost 5 pounds!!!! For the past few months I have been going through therapy for a bad knee. I was going in 3 times a week to have it massages,poked, twisted,to get it better. everyday I did an hour of therapy. I wasn't moving around much, so I wasn't losing any weight. My therapist told me that I NEEDED to lose weight for my knee's health! So I prayed for help to get this started. God answered in a very mysterious way and I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I was eating at my all time favorite restaurant (Mexican) As I was eating, I bit into something really hard. I spit it out realizing it was the veneer off my front tooth. I looked in the mirror and realized that the broken piece also broke off most of my real tooth and I was in trouble. I went to the dentist and he said I need a root canal,post and then a crown where this tooth was. They temporary glued on the veneer to the teeth beside this tooth, and said "Don't bite into anything or it will fall off. I can't get in to see him till the end of Jan. so I can't let it fall off. Now I am so conscious of everything I put in my mouth, I think twice if I can even eat it. This is a good thing because I never did that before and now I'm really aware. It's good if your trying to lose weight. I think this was an answer to prayer. It's a great kick starter for me. If you have any more ideas. I'll take them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3959662038250359016?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3959662038250359016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3959662038250359016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3959662038250359016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3959662038250359016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-lost-5-pounds.html' title='I lost 5 pounds'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R4ZlYwLHCQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SN05u9u-dAc/s72-c/Scale.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8372849767723478374</id><published>2007-12-31T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:11.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who really got tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R3mu7QLHCPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_F_TUiDF4_g/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R3mu7QLHCPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_F_TUiDF4_g/s320/Christmas+2007+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150339981851953394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last two weeks entertaining my daughter and her husband, then my two grandsons, this past week. I feel like I've been through the ringer. The boys left today, so I slept. It felt so good to do absolutely nothing. But I do think I wore out my grandson, because this is how I found him Sunday afternoon when it got quiet and I went to check on him. This is priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8372849767723478374?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8372849767723478374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8372849767723478374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8372849767723478374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8372849767723478374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-really-got-tired.html' title='Who really got tired!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R3mu7QLHCPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_F_TUiDF4_g/s72-c/Christmas+2007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6507698433054669382</id><published>2007-12-28T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:08:57.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Drummer Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TV_wd85sxY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TV_wd85sxY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='Christmas Eve Drummer Boy'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-4717430740546788833</id><published>2007-12-26T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:32:55.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4717430740546788833?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4717430740546788833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4717430740546788833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4717430740546788833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4717430740546788833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Sue</name><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-6961354810360756849.post-1921570978428874516</id><published>2007-12-19T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:12.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting like crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2l0rwLHCNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9PFdAaCNquI/s1600-h/slate+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145772344262199506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2l0rwLHCNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9PFdAaCNquI/s200/slate+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2l0sALHCOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OYjtUlCOK88/s1600-h/slate+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145772348557166818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2l0sALHCOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OYjtUlCOK88/s200/slate+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished these two paintings of a corn chopper and a truck. I'm really not impressed with them, because it's something I'm not familiar with. It is for my nephew,and I couldn't say NO, so I did them for him. I'm really glad they're done, I was tired of straight lines which I didn't do well at anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1921570978428874516?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1921570978428874516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1921570978428874516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1921570978428874516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1921570978428874516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/painting-like-crazy.html' title='Painting like crazy'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2l0rwLHCNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9PFdAaCNquI/s72-c/slate+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-3457125801182635655</id><published>2007-12-16T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:13.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2VvvGBwVqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cFVeqCbz70Y/s1600-h/bad+teeth+and+bench+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144641004203169442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2VvvGBwVqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cFVeqCbz70Y/s200/bad+teeth+and+bench+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2VvOWBwVpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/be4CM0uBPyU/s1600-h/time+out+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144640441562453650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2VvOWBwVpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/be4CM0uBPyU/s200/time+out+bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm giving my daughter an early Christmas present. I made her a "TIME OUT" bench for my grandsons. My grandson pushed all my buttons this weekend. I've never had him be so naughty. So I think it's time for a real "Time Out" bench. I hope it helps. This week he hid in the bathroom when we told him it was time for his nap. Last night we put him to bed and he locked the door so we couldn't get in, and he played till we don't know when. Arden said he was sleeping in the hall way at 3 in the morning. This little guy has hardly ever caused me grief, but this weekend was his "No Way" Grandma. I got ta go, He's going home.&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/6961354810360756849-3457125801182635655?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3457125801182635655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3457125801182635655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3457125801182635655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3457125801182635655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2VvvGBwVqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cFVeqCbz70Y/s72-c/bad+teeth+and+bench+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-7718340172116540207</id><published>2007-12-15T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:13.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2Qf3mBwVmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xuGe5FsVZoM/s1600-h/Cold+Lacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144271714325124706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="124" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2Qf3mBwVmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xuGe5FsVZoM/s200/Cold+Lacey.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really think my Christmas shopping is done. Maybe one small gift to add to my grandson's. But all major gift shopping is DONE. What a good feeling!!! I did most of mine on line. They come in boxes that I can wrap in, so conveniant! So today I watch it snow, really snow, the song comes to mind "Let it snow" cause the weather is a little frightful.In fact my Lacy dog, who I just left out, is begging to come right back in. It is Dec., and that is when snow comes! I guess I'll cuddle under a blanket and read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-7718340172116540207?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/7718340172116540207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=7718340172116540207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7718340172116540207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/7718340172116540207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2Qf3mBwVmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xuGe5FsVZoM/s72-c/Cold+Lacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-3164382528778218302</id><published>2007-12-12T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:13.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and my man'/><title type='text'>The making of a Christmas tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BGA62mpiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-EJoZhpueIE/s1600-h/christmastree3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BGA62mpiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-EJoZhpueIE/s200/christmastree3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143187756069332514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BFca2mphI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0nYqkPZcUI/s1600-h/xmas+tree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BFca2mphI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0nYqkPZcUI/s200/xmas+tree+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143187129004107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BE3a2mpgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fToP_DcAwPY/s1600-h/tree+cutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BE3a2mpgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fToP_DcAwPY/s200/tree+cutting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143186493348947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat. my honey and I went Christmas tree hunting. It was a beautiful day for it. The weather was so nice and crisp. We went to Wooster to a tree farm. (been there before) and looked for the tallest skinny tree we could find. It was fun. We brought home the tree and Arden started putting it up, when we realized it was NOT tall and skinny, bit short and very fat!! I really wanted a theme tree, but my husband likes traditional, so this year we went with and old fashion,no ryhmn, no reason look. And this is how it ended. I need to know how to move pictures can any one help me????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3164382528778218302?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3164382528778218302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3164382528778218302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3164382528778218302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3164382528778218302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-of-christmas-tree.html' title='The making of a Christmas tree'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R2BGA62mpiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-EJoZhpueIE/s72-c/christmastree3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-8463471242306358254</id><published>2007-12-10T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:13.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R12-OK2mpfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PO6tVvrj6Ig/s1600-h/cows.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R12-OK2mpfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PO6tVvrj6Ig/s320/cows.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142475500167800306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cartoon and started cracking up. I can assure you I will never get a piercing anywhere on me but my EAR LOBES. I don't like pain. But I do have a blond streak in my hair, so I guess the artsy person in me does come out. We all some how like to show who we are,either by our clothes or material things. But we all have something about us that makes us unique. I have friends who can decorate a home beautifully. That's who they are. I have some that can cook, We all show our personality in some form or fashion. What is your form? What makes you, You? Is there something you do, or say, that is your signature?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-8463471242306358254?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/8463471242306358254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=8463471242306358254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8463471242306358254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/8463471242306358254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-gotta-be-me.html' title='I gotta be me'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R12-OK2mpfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PO6tVvrj6Ig/s72-c/cows.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6388252324082787672</id><published>2007-12-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:14.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1lsda2mpeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5P_JhXKf6I/s1600-h/birds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1lsda2mpeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5P_JhXKf6I/s320/birds+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141259702300485090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people love snow(Jessica) but I don't! Here are reasons I don't like snow.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's cold&lt;br /&gt;2) It's slippery, I don't like falling!&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't like driving in it!&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't like wearing all those clothes!&lt;br /&gt;5) We can't ride motorcycle in it!&lt;br /&gt;What I do like about snow.&lt;br /&gt;1) no mowing yard!&lt;br /&gt;2) no weeds!&lt;br /&gt;3) It's pretty to LOOK at!&lt;br /&gt;4) All the birds!&lt;br /&gt; Tell me what you like or don't like about snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6388252324082787672?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6388252324082787672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6388252324082787672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6388252324082787672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6388252324082787672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow_07.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1lsda2mpeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5P_JhXKf6I/s72-c/birds+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-1923389118978055493</id><published>2007-12-05T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:14.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1bDaq2mpdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/T4jh_F5qYg0/s1600-h/snow+Dec+5+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1bDaq2mpdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/T4jh_F5qYg0/s320/snow+Dec+5+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510887637329362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to about 2 inches of snow. It is falling so beautifully. Were suppose to get maybe 3 or 4 inches. I love my big windows in the front of my house this time of year. It's like wide screen TV of snow falling. The fire place isn't on yet,(the gas) but I'm sure it will be tonight. The birds have come in from the neighbors. there are so many. I love to watch them fight over food spots. There is plenty of seed, but they are still pushy against each other. The picture is the back of the house with the wood burner doing its job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-1923389118978055493?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/1923389118978055493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=1923389118978055493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1923389118978055493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/1923389118978055493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1bDaq2mpdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/T4jh_F5qYg0/s72-c/snow+Dec+5+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-6643794867490269565</id><published>2007-11-30T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:14.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1AXwCiibvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1zhb_5vuaIs/s1600-R/Kidstuf+Nov+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1AXwCiibvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KkuAVrSzEJs/s400/Kidstuf+Nov+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138633288912629490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my husband and I have been married 33 years. It doesn't seem that long, yet I have a 30 year old daughter, so I guess I have. He IS my SUPERHERO! I love him so much. He makes me laugh, I feel secure, he can do just about anything. I'm blessed by his caring personality. I definitely wouldn't want anyone else. God has made us for each other, and he did a really good job. Thanks God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-6643794867490269565?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/6643794867490269565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=6643794867490269565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6643794867490269565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/6643794867490269565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-super-hero.html' title='My Super Hero'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R1AXwCiibvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KkuAVrSzEJs/s72-c/Kidstuf+Nov+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4897043867644129135</id><published>2007-11-26T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:14.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian and Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0rbPSiibtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_0HHsR_tZq0/s1600-h/Matt+and+Ian+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0rbPSiibtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_0HHsR_tZq0/s320/Matt+and+Ian+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137159380690693842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two very giggly boys for the weekend. I saw sword fighting wrestling, ball throwing, arm farts, real farts and all the typical things boys do together. They had a blast and I enjoyed them both!! When it was time to go home, I Was able to do something really special. My daughter came to get Ian, and we took Matt home. From the back seat I heard Matt say "Grandma Sue, How do you get Jesus in your heart? I want him to live there. Will you help me do that?" So Matt and I prayed the prayer of salvation together. I was so happy I could do that with him. I imagine we are going to have some more talks like this if he spends more time here. I feel blessed to be part of Gods hands to do this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4897043867644129135?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4897043867644129135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4897043867644129135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4897043867644129135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4897043867644129135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ian-and-matt.html' title='Ian and Matt'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0rbPSiibtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_0HHsR_tZq0/s72-c/Matt+and+Ian+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-2102542064837632265</id><published>2007-11-21T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:14.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0ScQSiiboI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tv5tcG0PLA8/s1600-h/turkey_dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135401278777749122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0ScQSiiboI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tv5tcG0PLA8/s400/turkey_dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got the potatoes peeled, the ice cream melting for frozen pumpkin pie. My one daughter, and her family are coming to spend the night tonight. We will cook up stuff tomorrow, and then off to my sister-in-laws for Turkey day.. My husband was raised Mennonite, so Turkey day is really GOOD!. All his family cooks that famos Mennonite style. Not me, I'm a water boiler, yep, I burn water! But I always like that Moment when we all bow our heads for my 80 year old father-in-law to say grace. It's such a reverent time, and you can hear it in his voice the praise he has for the Father. Everyone have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-2102542064837632265?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/2102542064837632265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=2102542064837632265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2102542064837632265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/2102542064837632265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/R0ScQSiiboI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tv5tcG0PLA8/s72-c/turkey_dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-5007875083827417392</id><published>2007-11-16T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:15.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's begining to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/Rz3MNzln7GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nrA4fSzirLA/s1600-h/decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133483687830613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/Rz3MNzln7GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nrA4fSzirLA/s400/decorations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I think I'll start taking my Fall decorations down and start on Christmas. I know, I know, It't not even Thanksgiving. Why are you doing this, Cause I like to decorate, That's why! All the stores are doing it, why can't I??? So yep, that's on my agenda for today.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Happy early Merry Christmas, And HO HO HO!&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/6961354810360756849-5007875083827417392?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/5007875083827417392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=5007875083827417392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5007875083827417392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/5007875083827417392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-begining-to-look-lot-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s begining to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/Rz3MNzln7GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nrA4fSzirLA/s72-c/decorations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4612996761810837955</id><published>2007-11-13T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:15.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzmmDhHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/V8yiqvreUfU/s1600-h/tweety.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132315829725632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzmmDhHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/V8yiqvreUfU/s400/tweety.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how some of my days go. I start out good, but I blunder, or blooper, or what ever you call it. I wish I could have more "Great" days, and less "blooper days" Lord please help me , it's still morning, and I do need you the rest of the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4612996761810837955?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4612996761810837955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4612996761810837955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4612996761810837955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4612996761810837955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-day.html' title='A new Day'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzmmDhHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/V8yiqvreUfU/s72-c/tweety.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-3145353014492559254</id><published>2007-11-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:15.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzedsBHpGNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uv6bn5J0kHs/s1600-h/Kidstufmay20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131743679952263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzedsBHpGNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uv6bn5J0kHs/s400/Kidstufmay20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's NEWpointe community Church!! Where is my head?? Don't answer that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway My church is so awesome, come check us out sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-3145353014492559254?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/3145353014492559254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=3145353014492559254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3145353014492559254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/3145353014492559254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/duh.html' title='Duh!!!!'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzedsBHpGNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uv6bn5J0kHs/s72-c/Kidstufmay20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961354810360756849.post-4355983240702584563</id><published>2007-11-11T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:07:15.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidstuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzecdBHpGMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OE-XylZhUDY/s1600-h/Kidstuf+may20th-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131742322742597826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzecdBHpGMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OE-XylZhUDY/s400/Kidstuf+may20th-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun day in Kidstuf! We did the all time classic of the pillow/popcorn fight. We saw John Bunn standing on his hands. We also saw a guy do some really cool dancing! It was a really fun day, and I'm SO glad I'm part of all of it!!! I get to play (not really) Grandma Sue. I tell the kids the Bible Story for the week. Today it was when Samuel anointed David as king. I really enjoy doing this. I get to play me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen Kidstuf you need to stop in at Northpointe community Church to check it out. Kidstuf is for parents and kids from age kindergarten to 4th grade. My husband plays Grandpa Henry. Believe me, it's a fun place to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961354810360756849-4355983240702584563?l=sue-kaufman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/feeds/4355983240702584563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961354810360756849&amp;postID=4355983240702584563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4355983240702584563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961354810360756849/posts/default/4355983240702584563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-kaufman.blogspot.com/2007/11/kidstuf.html' title='Kidstuf'/><author><name>Sue</name><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/_qtT59CUMQFw/RzecdBHpGMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OE-XylZhUDY/s72-c/Kidstuf+may20th-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
