<?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-4978171459498863905</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:37:05.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tagdak</title><subtitle type='html'>Life in general here in the &amp;quot;handles&amp;quot; of Texas &amp;amp; Oklahoma........almost empty nest, first time grandparents, first time blogger.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4093162581491060824</id><published>2011-07-08T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:59:01.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE!!! When I said you never talk to the same person twice, not true, I was lucky enough to get the same person that told me it would have to be returned to the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;locator's&lt;/span&gt; department" and this person was a little put out with me that I called back. That didn't work so I tried another avenue....nope that one didn't work either! Pretty much told the same thing, just by another person and no you cannot talk to anyone with any authority above the person you are talking with. So after 3 solid weeks of calling &amp;amp; online chatting every other day, I am still in the same place I was 2 months ago, no answers and a TV that isn't working correctly. I now have to wait another 3 to 5 business days for someone to get back with me as to the status of this claim...........I have spent a total of 3 hours and 4 minutes on the phone (over the last 3 days)at this point, with countless time online chatting with the service department. I so hope this company does the right thing and takes care of this problem......SOON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4093162581491060824?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4093162581491060824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/update-when-i-said-you-never-talk-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4093162581491060824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4093162581491060824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/update-when-i-said-you-never-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-8374386100910710198</id><published>2011-07-08T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:07:01.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the last 2 months I have been trying without success to get a LCD 55" TV warrantied through the LG company.....this has been the most frustrating experience I have ever had with any company concerning warranty!!!!! We live pretty much in the middle of nowhereville, which must fascinate people in big cities because they simply cannot understand how there are no qualified service technicians in our "city" (which in fact is so not a "city" and barely qualifies for a town) and while I realize the people I am getting on the other line at LG must have a strict guideline to follow that includes exhausting all avenues (including a repair service center in Florida) just how long does it take for them to understand there is NO qualified service technician within 200 miles of us and we are not near FLORIDA????? The last two days I have spend a total of 1 hour and 22 minutes on the phone (mostly on hold, I might add) trying to get this resolved. I received a phone call from the company in Florida, they told me they don't have a service tech in our area. Hummm....really? So, I turned around and called LG (you NEVER speak to the same person and cannot even request to speak to the same person) this time the lady told me the claim would be returned to the department that looks for service technicians.....exactly how many times will the claim return to this department? I am thinking the "guidelines" these service people follow must try to extend this process so long the customer finally gives up. Well, they don't know me very well.....I am now on a mission to get this TV replaced, I mean come on! This TV cost almost $2000 and was a big splurge! I'm not throwing away $1700! If LG can't provide service to warranty their products, then don't sell the products in nowhereville!! &lt;br /&gt;OK....off the soapbox and back to the phone lines to try one more time to contact ______ (name withheld to protect identity &amp;amp; possible keep me outta hot water)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-8374386100910710198?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/8374386100910710198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-last-2-months-i-have-been-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8374386100910710198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8374386100910710198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-last-2-months-i-have-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-581384226106506388</id><published>2011-05-23T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:11:30.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWMI_cMtj2I/TdrLVZw4GII/AAAAAAAAAE4/kJXhxBxNMj0/s1600/retirement%2B184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610019854396954754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWMI_cMtj2I/TdrLVZw4GII/AAAAAAAAAE4/kJXhxBxNMj0/s200/retirement%2B184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our beloved Bandit with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; just a week ago. Bandit died yesterday after having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convulsion&lt;/span&gt; that he just couldn't recover from. Of course it had to happen on a Sunday, but I was able to phone our vet. The vet said it was a convulsion and because he hadn't had any before, he felt like he would recover if we just kept him cool and let him rest. That wasn't the case though, his old body just couldn't come out of it. It is pretty sad around our house, we had Bandit for 15 years and he was such a big part of our family! His buddy, Gus is having a hard time adjusting to not having his constant companion. Bandit brought us so much joy over the years....I don't really think he thought he was a dog, he was just a part of the family! Little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenley&lt;/span&gt; loves dogs and we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that Bandit went right over and sat down next to her and let her tug and pull on him. Wonder if he knew his time was short and she needed to get to know him a little. There are countless stories about Bandit and I am so thankful he belonged to our family, as bad as the hurt is right now there are so many good memories of him with our family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-581384226106506388?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/581384226106506388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-our-beloved-bandit-with-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/581384226106506388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/581384226106506388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-our-beloved-bandit-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWMI_cMtj2I/TdrLVZw4GII/AAAAAAAAAE4/kJXhxBxNMj0/s72-c/retirement%2B184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-7696270676718503447</id><published>2011-04-14T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:37:26.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Update on the wandering (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt; trespassing) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;. The "neighbor" was in fact on the phone with the owner of the property and also called the cops on me. Thankfully the Owner had no concerns about me wandering (or trespassing) and figured I was in fact taking pictures.....whew! While the cop surely wanted to at least come and talk with me, the property owner said there was no reason.....thank you!!!! Said owner even said they would call me when the next mare had her foal! Woo Hoo!!!! Maybe I'll get some awesome pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-7696270676718503447?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/7696270676718503447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7696270676718503447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7696270676718503447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-646528275844160511</id><published>2011-04-07T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:23:17.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTePcm9GUA0/TZ4pgN4yhFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6lw2bFSVyD4/s1600/Mac%2527s%2Bhorses%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953420701140050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTePcm9GUA0/TZ4pgN4yhFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6lw2bFSVyD4/s200/Mac%2527s%2Bhorses%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IndoZlnLqbM/TZ4pXSSvrpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bPtkqV4uDxA/s1600/Mac%2527s%2Bhorses%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592953267264925330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IndoZlnLqbM/TZ4pXSSvrpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bPtkqV4uDxA/s200/Mac%2527s%2Bhorses%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend &amp;amp; I went out to check out our neighbors horses last night and this gal put on a show for us! Her name is Exotic Dancer, but they call her Lollipop....she was really interested in showing us her gums and teeth!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we would tickle her chin she did this! Sometimes for an extended time too. Our neighbor has many many horses....(thinking there are 15 on this place) 2 new babies and 6 more waiting to foal! Not to mention the yearlings, one girl that is "resting" after a little injury and a beautiful stud. I'll probably visit again....hopefully getting lots of pictures of all the sweet babies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-646528275844160511?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/646528275844160511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/silly-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/646528275844160511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/646528275844160511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/silly-girl.html' title='Silly Girl!'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTePcm9GUA0/TZ4pgN4yhFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6lw2bFSVyD4/s72-c/Mac%2527s%2Bhorses%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-2839015967422198779</id><published>2011-04-07T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:03:58.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm….something doesn’t belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TZ3ETLkCCDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gFtpHqH_zLM/s1600-h/IMG_2221%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_2221" border="0" alt="IMG_2221" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TZ3ETefCe6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RaU71z2x3yk/IMG_2221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got a new camera for Christmas!&amp;nbsp; I have the most awesome daughter in the world that suggests gifts for her dad to get me!&amp;nbsp; It’s not like I “suggest” anything)…..haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway I’ve been really wanting to not only understand this dang complicated far above my photographic ability gizmo, so I wandered around our little town looking for interesting subjects.&amp;nbsp; On the edge of town there is this set of several pens that always have horses and cattle.&amp;nbsp; Me being an animal lover couldn’t help but wander (ok, technically trespass) into said pens.&amp;nbsp; As I walked down into the pens of cattle I came across this…..he came around the round bale as if to say…..”Yeah, I’m a llama..what of it?”.&amp;nbsp; It’s pretty well know in our little town that unusual animals sometimes appear at these pens.&amp;nbsp; They even had a camel one time, which there is a pretty traumatic story of said camel chomping on the owner, but I won’t go into the details.&amp;nbsp; At any rate, you just never know what you might see in these pens!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wandered (err trespassed) around snapping shots of horses, loved on several horses (there is one blue-eyed paint that really liked me) and as I was getting into my pickup to leave I noticed a neighbor standing on her front porch talking on the phone….she was probably calling the police or maybe even the owners of these animals.&amp;nbsp; That’s sort of a good thing, neighbors looking out for each other.&amp;nbsp; Life in a small country town is great….we all know everyone, heck most of the time we actually know the names of everyone’s dogs!&amp;nbsp; But, sometimes there are the “nosey” ones (you know the kind) that just know a little too much information!&amp;nbsp; Anyway…..I got away without any incident.&amp;nbsp; Not that the police or owners couldn’t find me because like I said we know everybody!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gotta love life in a small country town!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-2839015967422198779?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/2839015967422198779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/hummmsomething-doesnt-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2839015967422198779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2839015967422198779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/hummmsomething-doesnt-belong.html' title='Hummm….something doesn’t belong'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TZ3ETefCe6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RaU71z2x3yk/s72-c/IMG_2221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-6318508599774351325</id><published>2011-04-06T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:31:39.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just get off this "ride" now???  PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I never dreamed an empty nest could still be so dang hectic! How in the world did I ever get everything done when my kids were home??? No kids to follow around to various sporting &amp;amp; school events and I still don't have enough time to get everything done much less actually spend any amount of time visiting with some really important people in my life! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CrAzY&lt;/span&gt; dang life....I guess if I didn't have this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compulsion&lt;/span&gt; to think I have to do it all (&amp;amp; I admit in a VERY big way.....I seem to always go way over the top in everything) maybe I wouldn't feel so far behind! Oh well, tomorrow is yet another day and nope it's not Friday yet! Too many projects...too little time! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-6318508599774351325?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/6318508599774351325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-just-get-off-this-ride-now-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/6318508599774351325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/6318508599774351325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-just-get-off-this-ride-now-please.html' title='Can I just get off this &quot;ride&quot; now???  PLEASE'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4483961107261606234</id><published>2011-03-29T22:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:30:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where O Where are we headed???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If anything gets my mind to "pondering" it has to be....where is our country headed? While I am so not informed enough to really have a political "clue", I do know enough to say if our government doesn't "take the reins" we are in some serious trouble!! Come on, it doesn't take a political genius to understand you cannot spend more than you make and thrive!! We, our country, cannot continue to spend! While I am up here on my soapbox, let me just say we are a country that will pay our "sports" and "movie" stars untold money for our entertainment while there are untold numbers of homeless and helpless in our midst! AND! Yes, guilty as charged.....I love movies and while we do not generally go to the theater we cetainly support those "actors" with plenty of pay-for-view purchases!! As for sports, well other than the PBR, PRC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or Nascar I would probably never notice if they disappeared! I have no idea what my perfered athletes are paid, but I do know I've never heard of them "striking" for more money! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've done more "blog-stalking" than I care to admit and I have decided I HAVE to figure out how to thrive with what I have!! I sooooo do not even come close to understanding the phrase "doing without", now I don't have EVERYTHING and I am pretty good at settling, but come on I have more than I could possibly deserve! There is ALWAYS at least a months worth of food in this house, I have more "crafty" projects already bought &amp;amp; paid for than I will probably get done in my lifetime, we have shelves full of books to read and many that I haven't even got to yet, more dvd's than anyone person needs, while my closet lacks fashion I certainly don't have a fear of "nothing to wear" and I am so very blessed with not only a family that would "walk through fire" for me but a community full of caring people and some of the most AWESOME friends a person could ask for! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually often think of my grandparents.....my dad's parents always worked for farmers, long hard days in the field. I can remember visiting them when they lived on the farm of the people they worked for. Vivid memories of "slopping" the pigs, sleeping on "pallets" with so many quilts you couldn't get up without help and some super good home-cooked meals! My mom's dad....while I don't really remember I think Grandpa worked at a local "smelter" plant.....no idea what that is, I just remember that is what was said. One of the most treasured memories I have of this set of grandparents is they ALWAYS had STORE bought cookies, they traveled all the way to Borger to buy groceries and my"Granny" always told me to..."careful be". My dad's parents were Pa &amp;amp; Granny......my Mom's parents were Granpa Graves and Granny. Just thinking about them makes me sad, how they would've loved to see their great-grandkids all grown up and that great-great grand daughter Miss Tenley!! The legecy they left.....from my dad's family? HARD WORK....giving up addictions to the best of your ability (my "Pa" had an addiction to the " botttle") and loving to the very end. My mom's parents? Also giving up addictions, again My Granpa had an addiction to the "b0ttle", the love of GOD and some sweet sweet love from my "Granny".......she had such a "quirky" love of not only life but all the family! I only wish I had her silly "wit" and love for life!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now, I commit to living a "simpler" life.......to the best of my ability....give in less &amp;amp; less to the to PULLS of this out of control world I am having to life in.....give in more to the simpler ways of live that are my hertiage!! &lt;/em&gt;I have already started.....to the "simpler" life....while I bought the baking dishes I did use the items I had on-hand to etch the glass for some wedding shower gifts....I used some material I had to make a fabric "stuffed" cross to give-away at the quilting guild I recently joined, I used the fabric I already had (okay, I have to admit I did buy "special" ribbon") to make the tag "lovie" I made for Tenley......I have the supplies to make some baking mix, cookies, cornbread mix, and white sauce mix to add to our "supply" and I've got a flat of 48 seedlings with another 48 ready to get started for our summer garden! Good news, all the seeds I have planted have sprouted.....time willl tell if they survive long enough to be transplanted! I sure hope they do because this will save me ALOT of money!!!! I also hope that this year my life will leave me alone enough to actually put up aka.....can, freeze, dehydrate enough supplies to make me at least feel worthty of my heritage!!!! If anyone is actually reading this I sure could use some extra prayers as I am having some health issues.......mostly not enough iron due to the WoNdErFuL "change-of-life"!!!!! How I pray God will allow me to go through this without the need for any surgery!!! How I pray God will allow me to make this transition without the need for surgery!! For today? Good day at work, even with State inspectors making it much more hectic! Finished one wedding shower gift, "lovie" for Miss Tenley, and gift for quilting guild......not bad!!! Goal? I will post more in depth posts about crafts and "stockin' up"! Who knows, maybe I will even get some in depth posts on crafting or stockin' up ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4483961107261606234?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4483961107261606234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-o-where-are-we-headed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4483961107261606234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4483961107261606234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-o-where-are-we-headed.html' title='Where O Where are we headed???'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-326746993096167448</id><published>2011-03-06T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:19:14.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockin' up!</title><content type='html'>Been reading some really awesome blogs lately....mostly about how to become more self sufficient.  That's not the easiest thing to accomplish not only because we live within the "city-limits" but also because we have lived such a "gotta-have-it-now" generation!!!  So, anyway back to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stockin&lt;/span&gt;' up...hubby &amp;amp; I went to the "city" (which means we had to travel 100 miles to the nearest place large enough to have any amount of stores to actually shop at) and stocked up!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stockin&lt;/span&gt;' up several years ago meant buying enough groceries to get us through a whole month, but in light of where our country seems to be headed it now means "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stockin&lt;/span&gt;' up" on some real basics.  Today we stocked up on flour, sugar, pinto beans and rice.  Just as a little side note....I am praying to our great God that I will not have to survive on only these items, but if we do?  Well, we are now stocked up...or at least as much as I know how.  I mean.....when hubby asked me how much flour, sugar, bean and rice would it take for us to get through a year?  All I could really do was take a "stab in the dark"!  We've lived our entire 40+ years with EVERYTHING at our fingertips, sure throughout the years there have been spikes and extreme lows, but never has there been a time where any items where not available to us!  I don't know about the general population, but with the rise in commodities, I do fear a shortage.....or at least prices to spike so high we simply cannot afford it or even our local stores not handling those items.  Hubby &amp;amp; I both have great paying jobs and can handle a spike in rising energy costs....to some extent anyway, but what will we do when it is everything?  Lights, heat, gas for cars, down to the basics of life meaning foo?  Not so sure we can handle EVERYTHING!   So...we've decided to stockpile, cut back and make due to the very best of our capabilities.  So...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; decided to ma&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; due with what we have as much as I can.  Kinda like the "Chose to Thrive" blog I follow.  Instead of running out and buying something...look around, is there something you have that you can make work or something you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re purpose&lt;/span&gt;?  Just this last weekend found I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re purpose&lt;/span&gt; coffee cans (the plastic type) to storage containers for my dried goods, with the help of some shelf paper, a awesome Christmas gift of a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt;" and a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time I made a storage container for pinto beans and rice!!! &lt;br /&gt;What happens when we see such a rise in energy costs that it affects the amount of family budget for food?  Our electric bill for the month of December was almost $500!  Yup, I said almost $500....$483.29 to EXACT! HOLY COW!!!!  I almost had a heart attack....I mean COME ON!......our house is over 2,000 sq ft, but REALLY???????   Anyway....hubby &amp;amp; I got to talking about what it would take to survive a whole year without the ability or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resources&lt;/span&gt; to purchase the basic foods.  We are so not there.....but, after today?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, let's just say we've made a dent in what it will take!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-326746993096167448?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/326746993096167448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/03/stockin-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/326746993096167448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/326746993096167448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/03/stockin-up.html' title='Stockin&apos; up!'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-100573955996293637</id><published>2011-02-19T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:07:14.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>junkin'</title><content type='html'>Beautiful day here in the "handles"!  Gonna take full advantage of it.....headed out to do a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;junkin&lt;/span&gt;'!  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;junkin&lt;/span&gt;' buddy and I are headed to the big city to hit some junk stores and of course Hobby Lobby.....stinks that Hobby Lobby is 100 miles away!!!  But...I'd bet my hubby is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaayy&lt;/span&gt; glad!   I've always got far too many projects in my head to ever get done and if I lived closer to good 'ole Hobby Lobby we'd be in some major trouble!!  I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' what I got though.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' due.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re purposing&lt;/span&gt; like crazy....and Hubby, well let's just say he's finally learned to just let it go and let my crazy ideas take their course.  Which, I must add most of the time eventually do work out.  This week's projects are:  painting and glazing a super old picture frame, painting two chests of drawers, painting and hanging shelves for storage in crafting room, adding a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bulletin&lt;/span&gt; board to a door (so I can show off my precious grand baby).....okay so maybe it'll take more than a week, but that's okay because I am sure I will be adding tons more to the list.....so basically a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time frame&lt;/span&gt; just doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some junkin' and see what other treasures just have to come live at my house!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-100573955996293637?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/100573955996293637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/junkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/100573955996293637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/100573955996293637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/junkin.html' title='junkin&apos;'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1764733392048495793</id><published>2011-02-08T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:43:10.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And another thing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While said kids were reminiscing the local news came on.  There was a story about the local (local for us means 100 miles away) Salvation Army store and how people are dumping there trash and junk at the drop-off door.  Now there was some pretty disgusting stuff pictured, but what my hubby &amp;amp; kids zoomed in on was two seatless chairs.....one chimed in to say "glad Mom can't get her hands those" while the other said "haha I was just thinking the same thing!" and of course hubby had to add..."yep, she'd get out the red paint and go to town!".  I do love chairs, but in my defense I always make good use of them!  Two of the three participants in this discussion of my craftyness have recently benefited from my love of chairs!  And yes....when I saw those seemly sturdy yet seatless chairs the ideas where chruning!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1764733392048495793?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1764733392048495793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-another-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1764733392048495793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1764733392048495793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-another-thing.html' title='And another thing.....'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-8260741005736986604</id><published>2011-02-08T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:48:08.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh....the memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daughter &amp;amp; grand baby are here for a visit!!  YAY!!  I've so much enjoyed spoiling this baby!!  Last night my son and daughter were reminiscing.......somehow we got on the topic of being sick and my son remembered a time that he thought he could "fake" a fever to get out of going to school.  I do remember him telling me he didn't feel good and thought he had a fever....he had already taken his temperature and handed me the thermometer.  It showed 105.....now this part I don't remember, but I also don't doubt for a second these were my actions....he said I took one look at the thermometer and promptly threw his clothes at him, told him to get dressed and go to school because if his fever was that high he'd be dead.  He went to school that day &amp;amp; he didn't die...he also didn't ever stick the thermometer next to the light bulb again or at least not quite so long!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-8260741005736986604?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/8260741005736986604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahhthe-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8260741005736986604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8260741005736986604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahhthe-memories.html' title='Ahh....the memories'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-406089858561418713</id><published>2011-02-02T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:55:46.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUnPmO_ZhNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9fdITK2NTWA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569210669986317522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUnPmO_ZhNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9fdITK2NTWA/s200/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So....this is where I spent pretty much the entire first day of February.  That storm did blow in, while we didn't get much snow (just enough to sorta cover the ground) we did get the COLD and WIND!  I now know I do not want to live in Alaska!  Wind chills were 25-30 below 0 throughout the day!  I did get the day off....my truck driving son stayed safe and made it back home today!  The bad part....the cold water to my kitchen sink froze sometime late yesterday (yes, I realize I was home!), I had been using that faucet off and on all day!  Sometime though I forgot to let it drip and it froze before I remembered to turn it back on!!  Hubby &amp;amp; I both had to work today, so we just had to leave small heaters close to where the pipes are in an attempt to thaw them out.  Good news:  that truck driving son came in and got the pipes thawed!  YAY!  Running water again!  Highs today a whopping 10!  Tomorrow at least it doubles!  Looking forward to Friday when it is predicted to get above freezing!  And to think just last Saturday the highs were in the mid 70's......out here in the 'handles it's true what they say:  "If you don't like the weather, just wait 5 minutes!".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-406089858561418713?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/406089858561418713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/406089858561418713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/406089858561418713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUnPmO_ZhNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9fdITK2NTWA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-3716823321563420654</id><published>2011-01-31T15:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:08:11.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a storm 'a comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In my neck of the woods people are gettin' ready!  Schools have been canceled, people are flocking to the local grocery store (what makes us go by milk &amp;amp; bread when there is a storm forecast?), local businesses are gearin' up and heck even the business I work for is considering not even being open tomorrow!  That last one gets a big YAY from me, first time EVER we've closed completely.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At any rate it is the talk of the entire country....this storm that is forecast to dump ice and heavy amounts of snow.  I think I'll just load up some firewood, build a big fire and read....that is if the storm actually hits!  And send up lots of prayers for my truck driving son that is somewhere in the Dakotas.....I'll probably spend most of my time doing that last one!  Sure pray he stays safe and alert on the dangerous roads!  He'd just tell me not to worry...sorry son, can't do that.  It's part of the description of being a mom....no matter how old your children are!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far it's just super cold here....not even a flake of snow or sign of freezing rain.  Who knows maybe we'll wake tomorrow to sunny skies!!  Which would be okay with me, even if I could get the day off.....it would just mean that truck driving son of mine would be able to get home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-3716823321563420654?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/3716823321563420654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-storm-comin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3716823321563420654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3716823321563420654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-storm-comin.html' title='There&apos;s a storm &apos;a comin&apos;'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-7027289014407431411</id><published>2011-01-30T22:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:27:03.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What make a home???</title><content type='html'>What exactly makes a house a home??  That is a question I've been thinking about lately.....we've lived in our current "house" longer than any other in our 26 years of marriage.  It's far from perfect...kinda think 70's flash back &amp;amp; you'll fit right in!  I think I've thought a lot about it because my parents moved from the house I remember most about a year after I married.  Now my parents moved  back to to house we lived in before we moved to the country house, but the "country house" is where the most of my memories of growing up are.  Lots &amp;amp; lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;memeories&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  I miss that house even now!!   How I wish I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; show my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daugther&lt;/span&gt; the cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bullentin&lt;/span&gt; board my mom made me....or shown my son all the cool places I rode my horses and practiced for events.  I know it's just a "place"......but oh, how very many memories those places hold!! &lt;br /&gt;I finally took that plunge and took a quilting class...we learned how to make a quilt as you go pattern.  I can't wait to make one!!!  I've already started "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;surfin&lt;/span&gt;" to find western &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt;!  The quilters challenge for the club this year is ...... your favorite hometown.  I am certain I won't participate, (simply because I am such a novice!) but it sure makes me think.    This is my town......my hometown....the place some of my very best memories are because this is the town we spent the most years raising our kids.   The school our kids graduated from.   It tells an awesome story of our little family and we are just one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaNy&lt;/span&gt;!   Maybe it's just me...maybe my kids don't hold it the same....maybe it's just a town, but it is my town.....the place the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; of memories of raising my family is......the place I want to be laid to rest....the place I cherish.  It may not be the place I started or the place I end......but it is  the place with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; of memories and I love this town because of that! &lt;br /&gt;FYI:  my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; is coming for a visit!!!!  I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-7027289014407431411?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/7027289014407431411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-make-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7027289014407431411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7027289014407431411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-make-home.html' title='What make a home???'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4732989470410080866</id><published>2011-01-26T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:12:35.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Heirlooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCcUBmIh8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N5k8i1d4eiI/s1600-h/random%20030%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="random 030" border="0" alt="random 030" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCcUngAjzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PTpleEkg9gY/random%20030_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Check out this quilt….it is WAY old.&amp;nbsp; My great-great grandmother made it.&amp;nbsp; It hangs in my hallway and I love it!&amp;nbsp; I will eventually have to give it up though :( because this quilt is handed down to the first daughter in each family to marry and my daughter is married now!&amp;nbsp; I have talked her into letting me keep it until she has the perfect place to hang it!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE QUILTS!&amp;nbsp; I really like quilts that have meaning….not store bought mass produced, but those made by hand!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4732989470410080866?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4732989470410080866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-heirlooms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4732989470410080866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4732989470410080866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-heirlooms.html' title='Family Heirlooms'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCcUngAjzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PTpleEkg9gY/s72-c/random%20030_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-7380783952048937383</id><published>2011-01-26T15:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:58:48.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCY6laJLxI/AAAAAAAAADc/ziFQGz8sKAE/s1600/misc%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566617271671533330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCY6laJLxI/AAAAAAAAADc/ziFQGz8sKAE/s200/misc%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCYpdOEHVI/AAAAAAAAADU/3fsj8kQ9Eyk/s1600/misc%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566616977415609682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCYpdOEHVI/AAAAAAAAADU/3fsj8kQ9Eyk/s200/misc%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCYKEiDcgI/AAAAAAAAADM/nqhD3FI_UsE/s1600/random%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566616438212620802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCYKEiDcgI/AAAAAAAAADM/nqhD3FI_UsE/s200/random%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally finished the desk! I bought a desk at a "junk" store awhile back and it wasn't in the best condition....I am really new to refinishing furniture, but I think it turned out pretty good! Good grief all I need is another hobby! I love to go junkin' though! Now that I've finished this project I know I'll be looking for more! Hubby says we don't need anymore stuff though! That being said I purchased an old wooden ladder at an auction last weekend, brought it home, cut off the back and made it into a cool quilt holder! Now I have a place to show off the few family heirloom quilts I have! I love it and hubby even approved! Now I am working on turning an old wooden chair into a night stand for my daughter....just about have it stripped (it was covered with many layers of animal print tissue paper!). I hope to finish it this weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally taking the plunge! I am enrolled in a quilting class, bless the ladies that will be teaching! I can sew, but I am one of those hurry up and see what's it's gonna look like people! I love love love quilts and while I've made a couple I very much want to learn how to make them correctly....I can't wait to get started! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-7380783952048937383?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/7380783952048937383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7380783952048937383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7380783952048937383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCY6laJLxI/AAAAAAAAADc/ziFQGz8sKAE/s72-c/misc%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4414917393512401906</id><published>2011-01-11T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:24:08.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day in the life of a 40 something......Up around 6:00 (a.m. of course), still super excited that I have a new camera even though I don't know exactly know how to use it!!  Super bummed that I have to go to work instead of learning all about the new camera!  Up, showered, dressed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffine&lt;/span&gt; filled off to work 7:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.....then to local joint to grab the 44 oz. unsweetened tea (extra ice) to get me through till lunch, 7:45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; (yes, it takes me 15 minutes to get tea because in a small town you know everyone and of course you have to stop for a visit to catch up even though you just talked with them yesterday!) to work to work I go!!  After a short "Hello" to boss man to the daily grind I go!!!  About 15 minutes later...morning work is done!  No, it's not always that quick, just this time of year!  Then it's a little blog-stalking.....I could actually do this all day, but I do have some self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;displine&lt;/span&gt;!  I've read and studied some AWESOME blogs and ya' know what?  Yup, you guessed it.....I don't have the writing talent of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there!  But, I forge on, maybe just maybe I will get it at some point!  12:00!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!!  Lunch break, but oh dang I remember I have to do paperwork for hubby....2290 to be exact, can I do it over the phone?  10 minutes later....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; NO!  Can I do it online, sure....in 7 to 10 days the IRS will send you the pin number, that would be great if this wasn't due....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; way before yesterday!  Well....it is now almost time to be back at work, decision time.  Skip lunch altogether or grab something to take back, of course I decide the later (I've never been too good at skipping meals, which you could take one look at me and KNOW)....run to grocery store, grab frozen quickie meal and another 44 oz unsweetened tea.....check out?  Not before I drop the iced tea and make a big mess!  Of course I had to replace the tea, I certainly couldn't go without!  Well....after the clean up of 44 oz of iced messed....I make the 1 minute commute to work, but of course as I am pulling into the parking lot, someone pulls in right in front of me AND A TAKES MY PARKING SPACE!!!  So, I park way out in the lot...okay so it's only a few extra steps to the office, but REALLY?  You couldn't park somewhere else?  I am not sure why this bothers me so.....just one more thing I apparently need to work on!!  :)  Not too much excitement for the afternoon.....usual work stuff.  5:00?  Boy, I'm outta' there....once home? What's for supper?  Quick and easy?  Yup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; work for me!!!  Taco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Quesadilla&lt;/span&gt; (I know that's not spelled right).  After supper, gotta play with new camera with some very reluctant subjects!  Come on guys...I promised not to post these practice pics anywhere....why won't you trust me!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!!  Actually walked 2 miles at a pretty good "clip" (on the treadmill I had to "over hall" for an awful squeaking the night before)....don't laugh, remember this is a 40-something here!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;....after just a little more "blog-stalking", trying my hand at this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt;" thing...pretty sure no one  reads it and I am pretty sure only my sweet daughter will follow.  Oh well....it's a cool release! &lt;br /&gt;Happy "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4414917393512401906?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4414917393512401906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-in-life-of-40-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4414917393512401906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4414917393512401906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-in-life-of-40-something.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1108621350538820992</id><published>2011-01-03T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:28:07.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So....Christmas has come and gone &amp;amp; the new year has blown on it!  Tenley is growing and changing by leaps and bounds!  I cannot get enough of this little one....she is simply the light of my life!  How amazing it is to see her develop....she is now rolling over when she wants to...she is gaining more and more control of her hands and she loves to "talk" especially to her Uncle Derek.&lt;br /&gt;As the new year comes rushing in so do all my thoughts of goals for the new year!  First and foremost I have to find some self discipline!  Top on my list is to spend more time in God's Word, followed by being still and letting God be God in my life.  In this crazy-insanely hectic-gotta have it now world, this may be a big accomplishment!  I thought when your kids grew up and spread their wings life slowed down!  SO NOT TRUE!!!  While we may not have some sort of a ballgame or stock show around every corner, my schedule still seems to be full!  I am beginning to learn how to say "no", someone once told me that just because it is something good doesn't mean you have to automatically say "yes".  Satan has a way of working in all avenues in our lives, even when we believe it is for the good.....he can spread us so thin doing good we soon find ourselves lost in doing instead of following God's will for our lives. &lt;br /&gt;Another goal is to eat healthy and exercise, I haven't been to good with either of these in a long long time .  Today was the first day....ate healthy and actually exercised! The same person that told me not to always say yes also told me that it takes 21 days to make or break a habit.  That doesn't seem like a long time, but just try it and you'll soon realize how long 21 days can be.  Day one down, 20 more to go!! &lt;br /&gt;As 2011 takes off....so do I, ready to be amazed at every awesome thing this precious granddaughter does and ready to be the person God wants me to be!!  Watch out 2011...HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1108621350538820992?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1108621350538820992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1108621350538820992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1108621350538820992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1458339021525118088</id><published>2010-11-02T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:07:20.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Popcorn Balls!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TNBvZr7iovI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zh93ojV6qzg/s1600/fall+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535046429118210802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TNBvZr7iovI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zh93ojV6qzg/s200/fall+2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year at Halloween I make popcorn balls....they are kinda famous in these parts! The recipe actually came from my Auntie Kay and I've been making them too many years to count. Grown-ups love to bring the kiddos to my door just to get this treat! I even had one dad tell his daughter to make sure our house was the first stop so he wouldn't miss out! This year was especially great because my daughter was here to visit and she got into the whole "mess" with me! We made a total of 70 or so popcorn balls....lots of happy treat or treaters!! I use an air popper and of course sometimes the corn pops after it hits the bowl, so it can be pretty messy with popcorn poppin' all over the place! While my daughter won't appreciate the picture of her and the "popper" I think it's pretty funny! She's trying to keep the popcorn from flying out of the bowl! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1458339021525118088?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1458339021525118088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/11/makin-popcorn-balls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1458339021525118088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1458339021525118088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/11/makin-popcorn-balls.html' title='Makin&apos; Popcorn Balls!!'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TNBvZr7iovI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zh93ojV6qzg/s72-c/fall+2010+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-41785943532167699</id><published>2010-10-25T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:48:33.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's About Changes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;nothing ever stays the same.  I remember loving this song, thinking it was a Trisha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yearwood&lt;/span&gt; song.  Boy is that ever true with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blain&lt;/span&gt; bunch.  We've had a ever changing year......last year about this time Garry sold his truck and went to work for a local farmer, loved the job but in the early summer he hurt his back.  As it turned out it was a serious injury and he finally had surgery in July.  Super cool story to go along with how we ended up in Enid Oklahoma for surgery.....Garry had been to our family doctor, the emergency room, and a chiropractor with no answers or relief from the pain.  Then one Sunday morning as we walked into church a woman who was visiting family commented on Garry limping, asking what was wrong.  As we began to explain what was going on she told us she was a neurosurgeon's nurse in Enid and if we wanted she would pull some strings to get Garry an appointment asap.  We did just that the following Wednesday and wow did she pull some strings.....Garry got an appointment that very day and had surgery the following day!  God sure used this precious woman to get us to the right place!!!  Garry had a very bad ruptured disc that was pinching off a nerve.  As a result of the surgery he had to be off work for 3 months!  This of course didn't work for the job he had, so once again we were searching for answers on what to do.  In time not only has his back healed, but he has bought another truck and leased onto a company out of Booker Texas!  YEA, employed again!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On August 23, our daughter Katelyn and her husband Ben blessed us with our very first grand baby!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenely&lt;/span&gt; Samantha!!!  She is just too precious for words!  And this whole Grandparent (Nana for me and Papa for Garry) thing is just too amazing!  The only bad part is they live 4 1/2 hours away from us!!!  Just can't get enough of this little one!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our son, Derek has also changed jobs and is working for an oilfield company out of Liberal.  He puts in a lot of hours, but he loves driving truck and has adjusted well to the long hours!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is always changing, but with the guidance of God I know we will always be able to adjust to the changes!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-41785943532167699?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/41785943532167699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/10/lifes-about-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/41785943532167699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/41785943532167699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/10/lifes-about-changes.html' title='Life&apos;s About Changes.....'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-2363430191640081244</id><published>2010-10-19T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:10:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenely Samantha Ford</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wow!  I'm a "Nana"!!!!!  Everyone kept telling my how awesome it is to have grandchildren, you just don't understand until that first little one arrives!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenely&lt;/span&gt; Samantha Ford joined our family August 23 and she is the most amazing little bundle of preciousness I believe I've ever encountered!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She and her mama just spent their first weekend at Nana &amp;amp; Papa's house and boy did we ever enjoy it!!  My daughter, Katey, is an awesome Mom already....what a lucky little girl to have such an amazing Mom!  Katey &amp;amp; her friend Chanel got to go out for a little "girl time" and I got to watch over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenely&lt;/span&gt;....not without Katey giving me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; to how things are done.  Katey &amp;amp; Ben have little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenley&lt;/span&gt; on a schedule, which works out great for everyone and in fact I did the same thing.  Brought back memories of the first time I left my first born with my mom, I did the exact same thing....except I actually wrote down the schedule for her!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Needless to say I got a little chuckle out of that!  My mom told me, as I handed her the instructions of how to work little Derek's schedule, she was pretty sure while it had been many years since she'd had a newborn she could handle feeding, changing diapers, bathing and mostly cuddling and spoiling her first grandchild.  I did kinda giggle at Katey and assured her I could handle it!  Well, we did great....little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tenley&lt;/span&gt; stayed on schedule and Mama was happy.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait until the next visit!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-2363430191640081244?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/2363430191640081244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/10/tenely-samantha-ford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2363430191640081244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2363430191640081244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/10/tenely-samantha-ford.html' title='Tenely Samantha Ford'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-852145986554152325</id><published>2010-04-29T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:44:21.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9mKeJwmN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/YoKzpQe3nR0/s1600/crosses+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465551873411266402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9mKeJwmN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/YoKzpQe3nR0/s200/crosses+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....here's the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;!  I am crazy about making crosses!  This one has a wooden base with tons of beads and trinkets....love it!  I am going to a craft show this weekend, testing the water to see how well these go over.  Hopefully someone else will be as crazy about crosses as I am!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-852145986554152325?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/852145986554152325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/crosses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/852145986554152325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/852145986554152325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/crosses.html' title='Crosses'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9mKeJwmN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/YoKzpQe3nR0/s72-c/crosses+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-2552468468506882498</id><published>2010-04-28T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:22:26.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaded Crosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9iHy3MA7qI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHeC85Nf96k/s1600/stuff+2+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465267455691648674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9iHy3MA7qI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHeC85Nf96k/s200/stuff+2+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my latest obsession....making beaded crosses.  Crosses of all sizes, beads on wire, beads on wood, plain ole wire....just lots and lots of crosses!  If I just didn't have to have a 9-5 job, boy I could craft up a storm!!!  I've got an overload of project ideas and so little time to accomplish them all.  Hubby told me he was gonna &lt;em&gt;scream&lt;/em&gt; if he saw me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cartin&lt;/span&gt;' in any more beads and wire....then I came up with the beads on WOOD!  So, now the "shop" is scattered with projects of all kinds....a little wire over here, some wood over there........you know my dad always said a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bailin&lt;/span&gt;' wire and you can fix just about anything (of course he also said duct tape....can't figure out a craft for duct tape just yet!).....and no it's not actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bailin&lt;/span&gt;' wire in the crosses, but pretty close!  At any rate I am have lots of fun creating, now if I can just find a market to get rid of all the creativity!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-2552468468506882498?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/2552468468506882498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/beaded-crosses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2552468468506882498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/2552468468506882498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/beaded-crosses.html' title='Beaded Crosses'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S9iHy3MA7qI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHeC85Nf96k/s72-c/stuff+2+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-5020525385588764443</id><published>2010-04-16T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:03:10.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Fragile</title><content type='html'>Just read about a young woman from my "neck of the woods" that has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diagnosed with astrocytoma....the word cancer sends chills down my back, but that word~~astrocytoma~~brings vivid memories.  My brother, who is 6 years younger than me, was diagnosed with that type of cancer many years ago. This brings back a scene I hope to never have to repeat....my brother, all of 20 at the time, is in surgery and all the family is &lt;em&gt;waiting,&lt;/em&gt; the doctor comes out and explains it all to us...good news:  he has been successful in removing the biggest part of the tumor, bad news it does appear to be maglient what kind of cancer is yet unknown....the pain on my parents face is too much for me to bear.  At the time I am not only all grown up, but I have a family of my own, yet I was not &lt;em&gt;grown up &lt;/em&gt;enough to know how to handle that kind of pain...don't know that you ever can be.  The days that followed are a blur, then comes &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;word "astrocytoma" and it is explained to us.....this type of cancer is agressive, not common in young people and pretty much terminal.  Another scene burned in my memory....my parents are even more devastated, I watch as my dad tries to comfort my mom through his own tears and decide I have to get outside.....I get to my suburban and cry for a few minutes and then this unbelievable sense of peace fills me, so I begin praying.....now I didn't hear some thunderous voice from above, but God assured me my brother would survive this cancer.  There are no words to describe how I knew this, but I did....God told me!  Now what followed wasn't easy for my brother....very intense chemo and radation for what seemed like forever!  All these years later?  Yes, my brother is not only alive.....but cancer free!  God taught me not only to listen, but BELIEVE His Will be done.....I don't get to understand it all in the here and now.  While this story has a happy ending I simply don't always understand God's Will, but I trust with every fiber of my being that God will handle every aspect of my life and His Will be done!!  God bless the precious family that is living this astrocytoma season, I pray God's Will be done and they will be blessed through it.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-5020525385588764443?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/5020525385588764443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/5020525385588764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/5020525385588764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-fragile.html' title='Life is Fragile'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4380830928891115722</id><published>2010-03-31T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:32:59.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God." Each life is a story to be written.  The Author starts each life story...but each life will write his or her own ending. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recently came across this in a devotional and it really got me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;'....WOW!!  How very true, we enter this world (no matter the circumstances) pretty much fresh...clean...free...From that point on "we" are writing our own ending.  We decide what "baggage" we carry with us, what decisions we make, what road we travel....the "end" of our story!  Will we follow the "world" or will we follow God's path?  Where will the "world" path take us?.......scripture tells us to "live in the world, but not by the world" .  What a challenge, live in the world...but not by the world.  What exactly does that mean????  For me it means just what the beginning sentence states....make my journey with a deep consciousness of God....to live with a deep consciousness of God is to &lt;strong&gt;know God &lt;/strong&gt;and to know God not only must we study His Word, we must have fellowship with like-minded people...fellowship and we must listen for the still, small voice that will answer our questions and help us in the times of trial and decisions....For me that "listening" is the hardest part!  I tend to want to BLOW ahead with whatever I may or may not be doing.......but, sometimes God is wanting me to be still &amp;amp; listen for Him and His plan!  His plan may not always be the easiest path, but I know it is always the best path....because it is the path that leads to Him!  So....I choose love for my story ending, the love that God had for me at the beginning of my story and the love that will eventually bring me to eternity with our Heavenly Father!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4380830928891115722?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4380830928891115722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4380830928891115722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4380830928891115722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-story.html' title='Life Story'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1243385335920131688</id><published>2010-03-04T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:56:37.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444895971432105394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S5AoCagqhbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Br7Z2rRJ7ik/s200/stuff+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444895682631128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S5AnxmpJU8I/AAAAAAAAABY/r9TOXgfLTi0/s200/stuff+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one more "dog" story. The pictures above are of Bandit and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt;' hole. As soon as we moved into our house Bandit went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt;'....that was 13 years ago! We've filled in the hole many times throughout the years, but Bandit just goes right back to the same place and digs! It's pretty much an everyday habit for him, except he's become a "fair-weather" digger.......he'll stick his nose out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; door to test and if it seems okay, out he'll go. Back to the "hole", spend a few minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lettin&lt;/span&gt;' the dirt fly and he has satisfied his need to dig.  I give this old guy lots of credit, he's never tried to dig outta' the yard and from the depth of this hole he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; broke out long ago!!  Gotta' love the dogs!! Boy, they sure do give me a lot of entertainment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1243385335920131688?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1243385335920131688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1243385335920131688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1243385335920131688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-more.html' title='One more'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S5AoCagqhbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Br7Z2rRJ7ik/s72-c/stuff+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-3702058898036325045</id><published>2010-03-03T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:59:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>What is contentment? The dictionary says it is the state of being contented; an ease of mind, the act of being satisfied. If only we could heed Paul's writing in Philippians 4:11-13...."Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to get along happily whether I have much or little. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything with the help of Christ who gives me the strength I need." This is from the New Living Translation....love love love the ease of reading this translation! The kicker for me is the HAPPILY part, so maybe we can learn to be content with what we have or the situation we are in, but HAPPILY? Now, I know for me that can be a challenge! In this crazy, hectic, get it now world we live in the word contentment is often overlooked....how can we be content when there is so MUCH. So much to want, to think we need. But, that is in contrast to Scripture.....we are to be content with what we have and with what situation God has place us in. That said I am sure there are those that are in a very bad situation that God wants them to get out of, maybe a danger for their very lives....that's were the trust part comes in. When we put our faith in God and our trust Him to provide....He will provide the means to get out or improve that situation. &lt;br /&gt;What is it that we think will bring us contentment? Money, worldly things, a spouse? Hebrews 13:5 tells us to be free from the love of money and to be satisfied with what we have.....for God has said, "I will never fail you, I will never forsake you." God will never leave me...nor will He ever forsake me, I sure can't say that about any THING or any ONE else in my life. &lt;br /&gt;True contentment can be found.....in GOD! God will bring about a peace like nothing from this world can. Peace and contentment, now that's what I'm talking about! My new motto is this....."If I can't have the best of everything, I will make the best of everything I have!" The number one thing is my relationship with our Heavenly Father...to do everything I possibly can to grow stronger in the Word, to grow closer in relationship and to bring as many people as I can along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-3702058898036325045?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/3702058898036325045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3702058898036325045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3702058898036325045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-3214673683570989</id><published>2010-03-02T16:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:19:22.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I confess I am just about 20 pounds overweight! There I said it...not that anyone really reads my blog, but it is somewhat helpful anyway to just confess! Because I have come to the realization that I am overweight, I decided to "work-out". Not sure how that's gonna turn out....what muscle do we have in our left butt-cheek anyway and why in the world is that where I hurt after only two days of a mild work-out? I also confess I've not "worked out" since my buddy moved to another state back in July, good grief it sure doesn't take long for a body to go WaY soft!!! If you're wondering how my age plays into this equation.....well, let's just say I'm too old to not know better and too young to call it "old-age"!!! I really miss my buddy....she was a work out guru! This chick could run circles around anyone half her age and she kept me accountable. She wasn't mean spirited at all, but she just had a way of making you want to improve your lifestyle! Not only in body, but in spirit.....she is an awesome Christian lady. So, as I ponder how to get this body of mine back in shape without doing some major muscle damage (there's gotta be a muscle in my left butt-cheek) I am hoping that this silly blog will help me somehow be more accountable! I'm only in the first week.......so maybe next week I will show some improvement. Ever how slight it might be I will rejoice! (Although I'm hoping for some grand intervention and the fat will just melt away in my sleep because I am really good at sleeping and not so coordinated to do the whole aerobics exercises!) If only I didn't love to bake goodies and cook! Or maybe if I had an ounce of self disciple that would stop me from eating all the stuff I bake and cook! Maybe I need to work on the self-disciple too! Hummm....now that I think about it weight isn't the only issue I need to tackle. Guess I best stop typing before this self-examination reveals even more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-3214673683570989?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/3214673683570989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3214673683570989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/3214673683570989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1067492653110553150</id><published>2010-03-01T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:39:15.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew</title><content type='html'>Who knew when my husband stated a new job that I'd be so darn perplexed at the simple idea of packing a lunch? I have a great hubby and up until this job change he's always been pretty much on his own when it comes to lunch, he never complained and come to think about it....he still doesn't. I was never concerned, partly because I work full time and partly because it was just never something that bothered me much....at least until he started working with some other men that have awesome wives that go to great pains to fix them fabulous home-cooked lunches. About a week into it and the sheer guilt of a fast sandwich kicked in and I had the brilliant idea of canned soup...who would know that it wasn't home made? Ummm...me! The "other" wives fix all this wonderful food...mini-meatloafs...chicken-fried chicken sandwiches...stew, you name it and these women can concoct it, keep it hot and make it delicious! Mind you, my great hubby wasn't really rubbing it in when he would tell me about the "lunches", I asume he's just a perplexed as I am (or maybe I'm just givin him to much credit...but, hey after 25 years of marriage I've gotta be blind to some issues!) Now...while I don't consider myself a gourmet chef I take  some pride in being a pretty darn good home cook, so this is really buggin' me!  I guess there is some stupid sense of competition in there too (bad as I hate to admit it)...I just don't want to be known as the one wife that sends sandwiches and canned soup for her hubby every day!  &lt;br /&gt;So...excuse me while I go whip up a pot of stew or maybe some of those mini-meatloaves and try to redeem some sense of my wife-hood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1067492653110553150?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1067492653110553150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1067492653110553150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1067492653110553150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1846869154710026910</id><published>2010-02-23T08:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:21:13.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dogs</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was time to do some washing....the dog bed and blanket kind. Bandit could really care less, except he watches closely in the beginning of the process to make sure there isn't a bath for them in the works. It goes like this: I pick up the beds and the blanket.....they both watch closely making sure the doggie dog to the back yard is between me and them....as I put the beds and blanket in the washer they sit patiently waiting on what comes next, if I move towards them out the door they go! Now this weekend the weather was yucky and cold, so I had no intention of a bath and they were relieved! They only really feel safe from the bath thing when the beds and blanket are returned smellin' good and warm from the dryer. Gus does wait on his blanket, now this time he didn't sit in the laundry room, but he did come runnin' (well sort of a waddle) when I put them in the dryer....and he again came when I took them out of the dryer (and yes he does a little dance...again sorta, he turns in circles, pretty slow circles, but circles and keeps an eye on where they go) This time as I put the beds down they were both right there....I put Gus' blanket on top of one of the beds and Bandit pounced on it! Gus just watched in disbelief!!! As I put the other bed down, Gus didn't move...just stared down Bandit on HIS BLANKET! I watched and giggled a little for a few minutes and then coaxed Bandit to the other bed (they really don't have a certain "bed", but which ever bed has the blanket is actually Gus').....fat boy with the tongue too long moved swiftly (well as swiftly as a fat dog can!) and he was in dog heaven!!! Bandit being the carefree all-loving one was happy with a little attention from me, while Gus was gloating somewhat from the conquest he felt in snuggling in his blanket! It's a dog's life.....happy with a good smellin' &amp; warm blanket and bed and bath free for atleast another week! They both probably feel like they on some sort of a contest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1846869154710026910?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1846869154710026910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1846869154710026910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1846869154710026910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-dogs.html' title='Old Dogs'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-7162971034337504817</id><published>2010-02-18T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:07:59.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Such a Time as This</title><content type='html'>In the book of Esther, Mordecai told his cousin,Queen Esther, "...who can say but that you have been elevated to the palace for just such a time as this?" What if I lived my life recognizing each situation God places in front of me as an opportunity "for such a time as this"? To stop and consider my actions &amp; even reactions....to make that connection between my faith and my daily life. As a woman I tend to compartmentalize my life...work, family, church, social. I have come to understand I do a great job of keeping it compartmentalized and I can certainly justify why I do it. But, as my father-in-law always said, "We can justify anything in our own mind". Esther could have simply stepped back and said, "I can't do this, it is not my place. I am the Queen and this is not behavior for the Queen." Esther made that connection between faith and her position, she stepped out in faith to save her people knowing full well she could surely die. You see, while we may think as women in today's society we're "less than" in that time women truly were! King Xerxes could have had her killed simply for coming into his presence without being summoned and no one would have blinked an eye. But, Esther believing this was her "such as time as this" took that chance...not before time in prayer and fasting, but non the less she took that step. The great God we love saw her faith and the Jews were saved from destruction. &lt;br /&gt;What if I lived my daily life "for such a time as this"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-7162971034337504817?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/7162971034337504817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-such-time-as-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7162971034337504817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/7162971034337504817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-such-time-as-this.html' title='For Such a Time as This'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-66474723823123689</id><published>2010-02-17T09:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:31:01.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3wF68Qm9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/p4WzwYKkFJs/s1600-h/old+dogs+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3wF68Qm9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/p4WzwYKkFJs/s200/old+dogs+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439228960123057538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus is the other "old dog" in our family, he is 13 years old.  Gus has always had a weight problem...he really can't help it and sometimes it does bother him.  It makes him a "closet" eater, he waits until no one is watching to gobble up his meals and if you walk in on him while he's eating...he'll stop and watch you until you leave the room.  Gus also has a tongue problem, it's too long for his mouth so he is always sticking his tognue out at you!  Gus has a blanket...he loves his blanket.  He sleeps on it in the hot summer and covers himself up with it in the cold winter.  If I wash it, well...he's like a little kid and sits by the washer/dryer until it is returned to him!  Gus is really good at sleeping, I think his metabolism must be slow or maybe even nonexsistant!  He and Bandit are best buds...they share just about everything, except the blanket...that brings on some issues.  So, Bandit being the older and wiser one just lets is go knowing Gus simply cannot help that selfish side.  We're crazy about our overweight, tongue sticking out, sleepy Gus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-66474723823123689?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/66474723823123689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/gus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/66474723823123689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/66474723823123689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/gus.html' title='Gus'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3wF68Qm9YI/AAAAAAAAABI/p4WzwYKkFJs/s72-c/old+dogs+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-8147288631228336917</id><published>2010-02-17T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:58:31.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3v9GLz2cOI/AAAAAAAAABA/VvsakfJ1grQ/s1600-h/old+dogs+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3v9GLz2cOI/AAAAAAAAABA/VvsakfJ1grQ/s320/old+dogs+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439219257671315682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet "Bandit"........Bandit is 14 years old, he's my "old dog" and my best buddy!  No matter how bad any given day might be this old guy can make me smile and know I am deeply loved!  Bandit can spell, he really can!  This guy LOVES treats...forget the "dog food" he could live on treats only, his favorite is T-Bonz!  If we let the word treat come outta our mouth, he would go crazy...dancin', jumpin', whimperin'; so we started spelling treat.  I didn't take long and he picked up on it and then watch out... t r e a t and he'd go crazy...And he would jump up at my hand (never biting it, just gettin' my attention) and then run back and forth to the cabinet where the precious treats are stored!  It's not just me that he picks this up on, it's everyone in our family.  My kids loved to show off to their friends how smart Bandit is....Bandit never let them down and always proved just how smart he is.  Yup! Everyone is amazed at our "old dog" that is so darn smart he can spell.  He's gettin' up there in years, going blind and certainly losing his hearing...except for t r e a t!  He'll come runnin' every time and never let you forget not only can he spell, he'll show you where the treats are stored! He's even polite about accepting the treat, he will wait no matter how close you get it to his mouth (sometimes we test his patience and just watch in amazement) until you say "okay you can have it", then and only then will he gobble it up and of course want more!   &lt;br /&gt;Bandit probably won't be around many more years...what love and devotion he's given our family!  We love 'ya old guy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-8147288631228336917?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/8147288631228336917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-bandit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8147288631228336917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/8147288631228336917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-bandit.html' title=''/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/S3v9GLz2cOI/AAAAAAAAABA/VvsakfJ1grQ/s72-c/old+dogs+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-1738655832207622021</id><published>2010-02-16T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:56:04.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things pondered........</title><content type='html'>Hummm....continuing on from the thought of yesterday's post, our "purpose" our "gifts".  In this crazy face-paced, insane, keep-up-with-the-Jone's, high-tech, world we are apart of....we need to truly do our best to live in the world and not by the world.  Scripture actually says in Romans 12:2 "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is-His good, pleasing and perfect will."  In that search for purpose and gifts we would be well advised to slow down.  I recently read an invididual's very intersting daily activity for a daily walk with God, not only does this individual have a prayer time, but also an "answering" time...it is called the "answering place".  When this individual has daily prayer, time and space is also set aside to be still &amp; quite to listen for answers....the "answering place".  We get so caught up in the world, we too often zip past God's plans for us, never slowing down enough to ponder what God has planned for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-1738655832207622021?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/1738655832207622021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-pondered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1738655832207622021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/1738655832207622021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-pondered.html' title='Things pondered........'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4638773845488250113</id><published>2010-02-15T16:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:49:43.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding purpose in life.....</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard?  When we reflect and try to find our "Purpose" or "Gifts", we look everywhere...contemplate so many different things....expect some grand intervention...beat ourselves up for not "KNOWING".  God does have a purpose for each of us, so maybe while we are "searching" we just do what we have the power to do today!  And while doing that....we find our purpose, our gift.  When we stop allowing this world to dictate our every move and truly hear that "small still voice", that is when we will find our gift.......we all have them and I am determined to do what I have the power to do today to fulfill that "Purpose" God has for my life.  Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4638773845488250113?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4638773845488250113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-purpose-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4638773845488250113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4638773845488250113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-purpose-in-life.html' title='Finding purpose in life.....'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4978171459498863905.post-4561462151991432331</id><published>2010-02-15T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:10:00.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the "handle"</title><content type='html'>Just starting this whole new world.....not only an almost empty nest but the world of bloggin'!  The snow out here in the panhandles of Texas &amp;amp; Oklahoma is just about gone!  YEA!!!  Don't know how you people in the north do the snow on the ground all winter long!  Feeling a bit sorry for those who are in the deep south that have had to deal with snow this winter!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4978171459498863905-4561462151991432331?l=texashandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/feeds/4561462151991432331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-in-handle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4561462151991432331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4978171459498863905/posts/default/4561462151991432331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texashandle.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-in-handle.html' title='Life in the &quot;handle&quot;'/><author><name>tagdak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10580111502876080051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwALmtrAqho/TUCVPE07t9I/AAAAAAAAACs/E5t4ATDJSzE/s220/misc%2B024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
