<?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-1331591713633637118</id><updated>2012-02-02T19:20:31.288-08:00</updated><category term='Deanna'/><category term='universal studios'/><category term='Ferrets'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='our lives'/><category term='disney'/><category term='Oz'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Our Lives</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a small account of Our lives.  You see, our lives are so wonderful we have no need to complain.  So enjoy, and post a comment if you like.  We love to make friends.  Take care and enjoy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-117509726032925040</id><published>2012-02-02T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:20:31.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time just flies</title><content type='html'>Time will just fly by when you are not looking.&lt;br /&gt;      ok to pick up where I left off, this blog might be a little longer than it should be.  Our 3rd day in CA. I had phone interview for a job, (no I did not accept it), moving forward, Heather and I were going to hang out, but she ended up having a yucky bug, and stayed home to get better.  I stayed at the hotel and had dinner with Dave that night. Thursday I decided to take a trip to San Francisco. Yes readers I went to Alcatraz!!! I had a great time. I saw so many things. I spent 10 seconds in solitary! That seriously felt like it was a full minute. Can you imagine people that had to be in there for days and days at a time. I met an actual inmate. (bought his book for heather and had him sign it for her birthday gift.) I spent almost 3 hours on the rock taking in the view and the history. If you have the chance, go visit the rock.&lt;br /&gt;     I got back in the Challenger and off I went, I took advantage and drove across the SF bridge and the Bay bridge. I had fun but was so ready to be off the streets of San Francisco, and began my trek back to Sunnyvale.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was packing for our trip home on Sat. morning. However we had a surprise birthday party to go to for Heather. Yes everyone she was TOTALLY surprised. Derrick had the theme from the 80's we all wore sunglasses and had pop rocks, movie posters all over the walls, and of course what is a party without "nerds"  We had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off again and onto our next adventure. We will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-117509726032925040?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/117509726032925040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=117509726032925040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/117509726032925040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/117509726032925040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2012/02/time-just-flies.html' title='time just flies'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-158372721625673678</id><published>2011-12-21T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:27:56.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali day 2..</title><content type='html'>Hello followers of our blogs,&lt;br /&gt;    I mentioned on the last blog that I did not want to bore you with a long blog, so here is another to tell you about the rest of our week in Ca.&lt;br /&gt;  Tuesday was a fun day for me also,  I started the day with Dave &amp;amp; I having a nice hot breakfast, I was off to the Winchester Mystery House today.  I waited until around 1pm ish, to go to the House. I learned a lot on this trip. I'm sure that all 4 of my brothers would appreciate this house. (or the history behind it)&lt;br /&gt;   This house started out as an unfinished 8 room home, when Mrs. Winchester bought it in 1884. The "story"  goes that she moved to San Jose, because a Psychic told her that if she moved west (from CT) and continued to build a home there (never stopping), she might escape the "troubled" souls of the men that had been killed by her husbands Winchester rifles. Also that she might live a long life. ( She lived to be 82, when in those days people passed on in their 40's at best.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The tour started out in a room that the carriage she rode in, would come into the home through beautiful large sliding doors. We walked up stairs that were only an inch in height, as Ms Sarah W. had developed arthritis in her knees and could only lift her legs one inch high. she had some of the regular stairs removed and replaced with ones she could walk up. &lt;br /&gt;   As for all of the floors in this home of 160 rooms, (106 of which I saw) there was one carpenter that for 33 years did nothing but floors, replacing them if needed, putting down new ones when it was required.  (Beautiful in lay) They were made of Mahogany, rosewood, teak, maple, oak &amp;amp; white ash. &lt;br /&gt;   So to give you an idea of how large this is..&lt;br /&gt;The sprawling mansion contained 160 rooms, 2,000 doors, 10,000 windows (all From Tiffany's)&lt;br /&gt;47 stairways, 47 fireplaces, 13 bathrooms, 6 Kitchens, 1 grand ballroom, an aviary with exotic birds, 3 Mirrors, an absolutely gorgeous Organ (still there).  &lt;br /&gt;   This was a magnificent place to visit. (161 acres of farmland also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 2nd day exploring a piece of CA.  next blog in a few days to tell you of my other adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;til then.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-158372721625673678?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/158372721625673678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=158372721625673678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/158372721625673678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/158372721625673678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/12/cali-day-2.html' title='Cali day 2..'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2288789436946856481</id><published>2011-12-17T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:18:05.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California trip</title><content type='html'>So after our wedding &amp;amp; myself spending a week with my daughters (Shannon &amp;amp; Deanna) my grandson, (Braeden) and with various relatives (Angela, John, Clare, Jean, &amp;amp; Jan) and of course with my best friend Stacy and her family (Oscar, Seth &amp;amp; Hannah) Dave and I were off to Sunnyvale, CA.  Him for work and me well for fun. &lt;br /&gt;  We arrived safely in San Jose airport. We, of course, collected our luggage and went to pick up the car rental. Dave had asked for a "mid size" car, as there was 3 of us traveling in it. (Jim, Dave's co-worker was the other) No one could have ever guessed what vehicle we were given.  It was the 2011 Burnt orange Challenger!!  (For those of you that don't know Dave &amp;amp; I, we own a 2010 SRT 8 B-5 Blue Challenger) So to us this was quite funny, Dave thought his boss, Derrick, had called the car rental and asked them to give us this one, we found out later that he did not, so it was just luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Off we went to the hotel, we had enough time to unpack the bags before we drove over to Derrick &amp;amp; Heathers house. (we had Pizza) I personally had more fun visiting and talking with Heather, showing her the wedding pics &amp;amp; so on. Later on as we had pizza, Dave's Bosses Boss Blain also joined in the pizza party. It was nice to meet Dave's co-workers. Heather &amp;amp; I made plans to "hang out" on the following Wed. and we went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monday, Dave &amp;amp; I had breakfast and then I sent him off to walk to work, (5 min walk from the hotel)Then I gathered my "Nancie bag" (all the things I would need for the day, Maps, camera, purse, addresses, water) and off I went to see the Pacific Ocean. The Boardwalk in Santa Cruz here I come.  The boardwalk, itself, was closed, but I did not mind at all. My whole reason to go there was to walk in the Pacific water, and with luck on my side, the beach was 98% deserted, I was totally ok with that. I sat on the boardwalk, taking pictures, breathing in the air, as I took off my shoes &amp;amp; socks, put them in my little bag to carry them, and down to the water I walked, slowly and taking in the beauty that lay before me. I wanted to call Dave just to tell him how beautiful it was, but I knew he was at work in meetings at the time, so I could not. I tried to call my youngest daughter Dee, but no answer, so I called Shannon, my oldest, just to tell her how beautiful it was. After an hour of walking in the water and taking pictures of the boardwalk, I slowly walked back to where I could sit to put on my socks &amp;amp; shoes. &lt;br /&gt;    I walked back to the car, and was talking to Shannon, when a couple of workers drove by and parked by my window, I rolled down the window and they began to say what a nice car I had and were impressed with it, they had no idea it was a rental, and I didn't let on. I asked them for directions to get to the Pacific coast highway, (they were easy directions)  I thanked them and told them to have a wonderful day as they did to me, and we were both off.&lt;br /&gt;    This next road I took is I believe called the Pacific coast highway, Getting to this road is tricky with a wide car like the challenger, the roads are narrow in CA, so driving was indeed an experience. I set the nav to go to Half Moon bay, and just took my time.  It was 48 miles to my destination, I want to go on record to say I usually can do a drive like this in less than an 50 min, so I thought no big deal. I have no words to describe what I saw on along that highway, (I will try) but I can tell you that it took me 6 hours to drive that 48 miles.&lt;br /&gt;  I saw the ocean from a cliff of at least 2000 feet straight down. (Awesome) I rove a little further down the road, only to pull off again and again, walking down some pathways just to find myself enveloped in yet another picturesque setting. As I walk in the ocean once more, I find myself running away from the water as a swell comes too quickly toward me, my pant legs were rolled up but I still got them wet. It was wonderful, Cold, but wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;  I found a shell at one of my many many stops along this road, It was one where there were large rocks in the middle of the beach, I could sit on the rocks to take my shoes &amp;amp; socks off once again to walk in the water, this shell was quite unique, It reminded me of a horse hoof, how they angle and curve just perfectly, and they almost look like they have layers to them, however this shell had a dark greyish layer, then on top of that a beautiful, gorgeous, deep Blue, then like a pearlized White, another light blue then white again, It is quite pretty, the whole inside looks and feels like a pearl. I brought it home with me.  (awesome)&lt;br /&gt;     I sat on another set of rocks for over an hour, taking pictures and again just watching the ocean, the swells I saw were at least 10 feet high at this point, I would watch them beginning to grow far out in the water then build and build and come crashing down, as I sat on these rocks you could tell the water would eventually cover them as they had pools of water all through them and were encrusted with small sea shells. The water would come within a few feet of me only to reseed back into the enormous ocean in front of me. Foam, from the waves, the only reminiscence that it was even there.&lt;br /&gt;  A little girl and her grandfather also were exploring among the rocks, I asked her how old she was and she said she was 4, a year younger than our grandson, she asked me if I wanted to see a sea anemone, I said sure, and she showed me on in a pool of water, she proceeded to ask me if I wanted to touch it, I decided against that, and just said no it was fine, of course I had to take a picture of it.  She was adorable, telling me as much as she could about the rocks, and water. It was so adorable, it made me want Dave &amp;amp; our grandson with me (my daughters too)&lt;br /&gt;  I stopped at a light house along this route also, It was beautiful, I watched at the waves just crashing into the rock, and again was in awe of the raw power of the ocean as it smashed into those rocks.&lt;br /&gt;   I called my daughter at least 10 times as I sat by the ocean watching the swells, and pikes, surfers, and dolphins ( I saw dolphins) I had her listen to the water, it was so loud, with the crashing of the waves. I was in Awe of that scene before my eyes.  Some of you may think I'm nuts, but the Pacific ocean and the Atlantic ocean seem like 2 totally separate entities to me, meaning, they are just so different, we don't get the swells here by the Hamptons, of NH. &lt;br /&gt;   As I drove back to the hotel, I talked to my cousin, and apparently I was so excited, that I was talking very fast and forgot to breath... HA.. imagine..&lt;br /&gt;  I arrived back to the hotel in time for Dave to get back a few min after me and we went out to dinner, to the macaroni grill, I talked the whole time about the ocean. If any of you reading this can ever go to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk, and drive down to half moon bay, for goodness sake, do so, I truly believe it is the only way you can appreciate all that I saw in those 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;  I do not want to make this too long, I would like to share the rest of my week with all of you, but I will await until the next blog to tell you of my other adventures in CA. &lt;br /&gt;  *hugs* to you all. Until my next blog.&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2288789436946856481?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2288789436946856481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2288789436946856481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2288789436946856481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2288789436946856481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/12/california-trip.html' title='California trip'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5864762828492517967</id><published>2011-12-13T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:54:34.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>So I guess I will have to do 2 posts, I have been a little busy. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;  Back in Nov of 2011, Dave &amp; I finally tied the knot.  here is a quick account of our wedding week..&lt;br /&gt;  One week before our wedding, they couldn't find my dress that I had shipped out before hand, mind you that the matron of honor's dress was also in here.  However problem solved they found it.. WHEW!! &lt;br /&gt; next, On the 10th of Nov. I drove to Scranton, PA (5 hours 1 way) to pick up the matron of honor (Stacy), then drove back, we arrived here around 6 or 7pm, I finished packing, (what i could pack for our weekend) This was Stacy's first time flying so I helped her pack a little bit, but she did well on her own. &lt;br /&gt;I stayed up way to late, fell asleep and was back up at 4am ish..on the 11th  so about 4 hours of sleep, got the car packed and off we began around 5am ish to drive into Boston (Logan airport) Car parked, now we are off on the race to get us &amp; Stacy through security. Stacy had many questions, we just told her that the less you say the better, if they have a question, they will ask.  We went through just fine. We got to the gate &amp; sat down to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;Flew straight through to Vegas, now begins the very very long day. Off the plane, to the hotel, zip, zip, Dave checks in, while I go to get my dress, and have it sent out for an express De-wrinkling, along with Stacy's to be steamed, they told us they would be back by 7pm.. ok that was fine.  I think we went then to find some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;  Next, off Dave &amp; I went to get our marriage license, this was the most grotesque cab I have ever been in, dirty, dirty, dirty. The meter would not work in the cab, and he tried to charge us $40 for a $20 cab ride, we gave him $20 (we knew it would only cost $21.50, at most) &lt;br /&gt;Moving forward, We were told the line would be very long, as this was 11-11-11, so we prepared for the worst. We were in and out in, honestly 3 minutes, awesome.  We got another cab, very nice one this time, it was so nice we were going to go back to the hotel, I would jump out, Dan, the best man, would jump in and him and Dave could go pick up their tuxes.&lt;br /&gt; Well next problem, Neither Stacy or Dan could hear or feel their phones ringing, which led us to setting both their phones up to vibrate and the loudest ring their phones would make. Off Dan &amp; Dave went. Stacy &amp; I went to our hotel rooms, I just wanted to stop and sit down for 5 min, alone. &lt;br /&gt;About this time we were going to eat, as Stacy and I had a hair appointment at 4pm. We ate quickly and left. Got our hair done, I honestly do not remember what we did from this point on, until it was time to get our dresses, and they were not back yet.  it was past 8pm when they finally got there, I had an hour to get ready. (I was not happy) however the hotel paid the whole bill for the dresses because they were so late. &lt;br /&gt; Now dressed and back in Dave's &amp; My hotel room, by 10pm awaiting the Limo driver to call us, to let us know to come downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;  Call came in, down we go..  into the Limo, off we go, only to realize we forgot the paperwork...AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...  Driving around a block in Vegas in a stretch Limo is like almost impossible, but we did, Dave ran in grabbed paperwork, &amp; we were off to the chapel.  &lt;br /&gt;   We arrive and are rushed through all the "talks" papers signed &amp; ready, the music starts.  I see the doors open and Stacy walking down the isle. What is wrong with me, my legs and whole body begin to just shake.. No idea why.  It was crazy, I've been with Dave for over 5 years, why am I shaking. I walk down the isle, Ferlayna, our wedding coordinator, hands me a tissue. I walk with shaking legs. I can see my flowers shaking, thank goodness Stacy took them shortly after I was in front of the minister.  &lt;br /&gt;  We began our vows, Dave never faltered, me, well I began to cry, I was so very happy, &amp; the emotional roller coaster I had been on finally hit me. I was finally going to marry my true love, all those fairy tales I watched as a child, all those happily ever afters, mine was finally here. I could not even comprehend, how much love my heart felt at that moment, how proud I was to be marrying Dave. &lt;br /&gt;  I believe I said one sentence and began to cry. Dave made me laugh to help me compose myself, I got through several more words and the tears came again, he again made me laugh, believe me this was a good thing, I made through the rest of our vows.&lt;br /&gt;   From that point forward, all was great. &lt;br /&gt;The photographer was very very nice, and did a great job. &lt;br /&gt;  We had a great Sat. evening. Dan had gotten tickets to &lt;br /&gt; With LOVE, Cirque du Soleil celebrates the musical legacy of The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;It was, well to use a west coast phrase, TOTALLY AWESOME.  If you find yourself in Vegas GO!!.. &lt;br /&gt;  We walked the strip, the Mirage with her volcano,to Caesars Palace with the moving statues, to the Bellagio Fountains, all were beautiful, and the fountains ended the night with Celine Dion singing, Your heart will go on..  &lt;br /&gt; We all went our separate ways and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;  Next morning, was breakfast and then off to the airport and back to NH. we arrived home around 10ish, went to sleep, got up again and left at 10am to take Stacy back to the middle of nowhere PA.  (9 hour drive) stayed there til Friday to visit with my daughters and grandson, also with other family (cousins) and came home on Friday and I believe passed out for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;  whew &amp; now I will close, and in a couple days tell you about our awesome trip to California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5864762828492517967?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5864762828492517967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5864762828492517967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5864762828492517967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5864762828492517967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-8876709819882582852</id><published>2011-10-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:09:02.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>This was a great birthday for me.  Dave began my birthday celebration this past Friday with a surprise of a bouquet of Roses,carnations, daisy's (some light purple and a couple red ones) I was so happy I cried. &lt;br /&gt;    On Saturday, a visit form Dave's sister and brother in law, with a gift for him, for his upcoming birthday. (A candelabra for on the piano) We then went out to eat at Florence's, a wonderful Italian restaurant. Dave again surprised me with a charm for the Pandora bracelet he had gotten me earlier this year. It is a square one with "I" "love" "you" on each of 3 sides and a gold heart on the last. Beautiful.  On Sunday (my b-day) We woke up when we wanted to, I made David pancakes, and made corn fritters for myself.  (anyone in my family reading this knows what those are) for those that do not know what it is, it is pancake mix with cream corn, great anytime of the day.. breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or a late night snack. I had had a text message being sent to my phone when people would say anything to me on my face book page, and my phone was constantly jingling the whole day. 4 phone calls for happy birthdays, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;    After this we showered, and off we went on an adventure, We drove up to Lincoln, NH, to see and take pictures of natural waterfalls.  I wanted to do 3, but we could not find one of them. We saw the Basin trail cascades, about a mile easy walk with lots of small cascades and a couple small waterfalls. Beautiful in their natural habitat. Rocks so smooth from the water running over them, and water so clear you can see to the bottom where the pools of water would gather for a few single solitary moments, swirling around, before it would rush on to the next cascade. We then moved on to Flume Gorge. this was our approximately 4 mile walk, which is awesome, when your in shape, this hike was all uphill on the way up and I swear part of it was uphill on the way back.. I had to take a few breaks, but in general it was awesome. The coolness when you could pause and take a look at the water rushing down below you is neat. When there was a breeze, you were again rewarded with a soft mist of vapor. Close to the top, There was the flume, I was in luck to see a rainbow in the mist and caught it in a picture. (yay) We rested at the top for a little while, sitting on a rock. Once my heart stopped beating in my head, we continued on. Going down we did get a few pictures. Our legs used more muscles than going up, at least that's what 4 of my toes are telling me this morning. (gotta get some walking shoes)On the way down Dave kept saying, I remember this tree, or we're almost there, he lied!!!!!!!!!! (just kidding) It felt as if it would never end, and then finally.. Whew. I was proud and happy! I had walked the Flume and live to tell the tale. ha ha.   I do believe this is something I would like Dave and I to keep doing together. It was fun &amp; adventurous, and from a photographers point of few,(or a panda's)Pure AWESOMENESS!  It gives us both needed exercise, and gets us out of the house, and taking pictures, which is something we both like to do.  &lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped at Carrabbas, another Italian restaurant, that we both love. (my favorite) and had a nice birthday dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you David for a great and wonderful birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs* to all til our next post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie &amp; Dave Dugal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-8876709819882582852?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/8876709819882582852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=8876709819882582852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8876709819882582852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8876709819882582852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4658961755781473038</id><published>2011-08-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:02:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November cold.</title><content type='html'>  I have discovered that November is a very cold month.  I took a look at the August Babies in Dave's and my family and friends.  All but 6 days covered.  If I missed any family. Please let me know..  It is still like wow..  *hugs* to you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Donald Siegel&lt;br /&gt;1. Aiden Chia&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallie Clark Sr. &lt;br /&gt;3. Glenn Selle&lt;br /&gt;5. Russ Siegel&lt;br /&gt;7. Stephanie Marie&lt;br /&gt;8. Manual Borges&lt;br /&gt;9. Mike Johnson&lt;br /&gt;10. Rev. Charles Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;11. Melissa Ritchie&lt;br /&gt;11. Canaan Colwick&lt;br /&gt;13. Tommy Siegel&lt;br /&gt;13. Geraldo Damaso&lt;br /&gt;14. Lisa Wunschel&lt;br /&gt;14. Vicky Irving&lt;br /&gt;15. Dennis Kelly&lt;br /&gt;16. Bill McMillan&lt;br /&gt;16. Rich Rankin&lt;br /&gt;18. Carol Carr&lt;br /&gt;18. Fran Carr&lt;br /&gt;19. Laura Vollmer&lt;br /&gt;20. Jusson Glatt&lt;br /&gt;20. Jordon Siegel&lt;br /&gt;22. Lori Masters&lt;br /&gt;23. Susan Siegel&lt;br /&gt;24. Dorthy Dugal&lt;br /&gt;25. George Glatt&lt;br /&gt;25. Deanna Ritchie &lt;br /&gt;26. Teri Chia&lt;br /&gt;27. Jake Siegel&lt;br /&gt;29. T.J. Napolitano&lt;br /&gt;30. Ernie Cacciapuoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4658961755781473038?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4658961755781473038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4658961755781473038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4658961755781473038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4658961755781473038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/08/november-cold.html' title='November cold.'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-617425653808565709</id><published>2011-08-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:25:09.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was just perfect.  My best friend and her family came to visit for the first time since I lived here. (They live 9 hours away) We all know how it is to travel sometimes, it's hard to take the time from work and then there is school, or sports or well just everyday life that takes up our time. I will be the first to say I so very much appreciated them making that trip.  (Thanks guys) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We had a great time.  Stacy, Oscar, Seth &amp; Hannah arrived late Wed. evening. Of course there is the house tour, and unloading the car, the excited hugs, and pleasantry exchanges, and a short visit,to hear about the trip, before we all go up to bed.  &lt;br /&gt; Thursday Morning is a cereal breakfast, David goes to work here at home, and the rest of us go to Hampton beach. Having a wonderful visit as we drive there. &lt;br /&gt;  We took Kites for the kids. We walked down closer to the water. I listened to the ooohhh and aaahhhh's of Stacy and the kids. (Oscar has seen the ocean but none the less was impressed) We found a good spot, lay down a couple towels, and they all went down to the Ocean, I was on watch patrol (of our bags and such)Stacy came back up to talk with me for a bit.  We talked for a little while, and then I went down to the water and took pics of the kids and Oscar in the water. Hannah squealing and smiling, for what seemed like, the whole time, Seth enjoying every moment, I believe they had perma-grin for a while. Toward the end of our 3,or so hour visit to the ocean Seth was daring enough to body surf, he did well. Hannah was busy jumping into each small wave as it came in, and some she was running and squealing to run away from.  I smiled and giggled, it is still amazing to me, when I see a persons face the first time they experience something new, especially one of a child. We got back home and the kids were sent up to shower, then us adults took our turn. Thurs, evening Dave and I took our guests to the infamous Lobster Boat, Stacy tried Lobster and fish for the first time, and so did Seth. (Impressive) Guess what they liked it.  (Hey Mikey, they liked it)&lt;&lt;&lt;---(Old commercial) We enjoyed much conversation and great food. On the way there we took 2 cars, David had to give Oscar, Stacy, &amp; Seth a ride in the challenger, which both adults enjoyed, but I believe at this point is when Seth had perma-grin!!!! Dave then told them, that this was just a gateway car for a ride in the Viper. Next day, (I had an appointment around 8am) I got back we all went to "Joey's or we call it "the Shiny Diner) this is an old 50's restaurant, great food with great waitresses. Then off to the Boston aquarium, then Quincy market, and cheers for lunch. All was great. We drove home, took naps or talked, and just relaxed, Seth, Hannah &amp; I played chess..  (I love that game) I made a small pizza, as the kids were hungry, and then we watched a movie and then dessert, I made Creme Brulee. Yummy.  We had a late night Friday, we all went to bed, then we had French toast on Saturday brunch, and visited until they had to leave. Everything we did, none of them had done before and I so enjoyed sharing and showing them things for their first time.  I'm really glad they loved it as much as Dave and I enjoyed showing it to them.  So this concludes yet another adventure for "our lives" Enjoy reading and keeping up with us.  &lt;br /&gt;Love you all and Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-617425653808565709?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/617425653808565709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=617425653808565709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/617425653808565709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/617425653808565709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/08/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5401369097084110846</id><published>2011-06-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:48:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna, Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;   Friday, we got up at 4:30 am to go on a Sightseeing tour to Salzburg. We were so very lucky to have a tour guide that was originally from there. We learned so much about the movie “Sound of music” saw where the Von-Trapp family sung some of the songs, saw where they escaped from in real live and in the movie. (2 very different stories) We saw the Abby where they hid. We saw a bar/pub that is the over a 1000 years old called “Stiegl”  A Monastery, where anyone considering being a monk in Austria, must go here to educate themselves. We got to see the house where Mozart's mother was born, and where his birth house is today, and his fathers tomb, &amp; his. we learned he is buried with a few other people and because he died a poor man, he was not buried with Beethoven, or Strauss.  All of which came from Austria. So many things.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Salzburg we passed several lakes, All of which are filled from the Swiss Alps, no “motor” boating is allowed on any of the lakes here so as not to pollute them. &lt;br /&gt;There was one beautiful lake we passed called Moon Lake and a huge mountain which was straight down on one side, Made this way not man made.  This lake is the warmest of the region, 65 to 85 all year around. The story behind this, is because there used to be a dragon that lived on that mountain,&amp; to protect the little village of Salzkammergut Virgins were to be sacrificed to him.unfortunately, eventually, he ate all the virgins, so the dragon was so hungry the people sent him to Salzburg, when upon his return on evening, he was so tired &amp; hungry as all the virgins in Salzburg were also now, he fell into Moon Lake and heats the water to this day. &lt;br /&gt; (very adorable tale) &lt;br /&gt;From Salzburg you can see the mountains which are the border of Germany, only a 10 min drive to get to the German border from Salzburg.&lt;br /&gt;The coldest lake in Austria is called Fuschisee. Also a beautiful lake.&lt;br /&gt;We saw so many many things in Salzburg, We were able to see the Church where the Von-Trapp's were really married, learning that the one in the sound of music was used because the church they were married in would not allow the film directors to film in the church.  &lt;br /&gt;  Learning also that, in the movie, the hills and mountains that they showed the Von-Trapp family going to, were really the German Border, in real life, they took a train to Switzerland. We were shown where the Von Trapp family really sung, and we learned that Mirabelle Von-Trapp, after they moved out of Salzburg, came eventually to the United States, and resided in a home in Vermont, which is now open to the public, and in which David and I have decided that we will be visiting, (Suzi maybe this is something we can do if you guys come in Sept.)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm positive you can look most of this up in the history books.&lt;br /&gt;  It is a 3 hour bus drive from Vienna to Salzburg. Salzburg is the most expensive place to live in Austria.  There are @ 8 Million people living in Austria, @ 2 Million in Vienna, and @ 150 thousand in Salzburg.&lt;br /&gt;    So it was a long drive back to Vienna, I believe everyone fell asleep for a little while.  We woke up and began looking out the windows, a few more pictures were taken.  Pictures to be posted soon I hope.&lt;br /&gt;until next time Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5401369097084110846?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5401369097084110846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5401369097084110846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5401369097084110846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5401369097084110846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/06/vienna-day-3.html' title='Vienna, Day 3'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-6101556533628944035</id><published>2011-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:15:11.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna, Officially day 2 (Fri)</title><content type='html'>Friday we slept late but still got on to the Hop on Hop off Bus tour (red line) of Vienna&lt;br /&gt;We saw&lt;br /&gt;1. State Opera house&lt;br /&gt;2. Hero’s square&lt;br /&gt;3. University&lt;br /&gt;4. Twin city Liner&lt;br /&gt;5. St. Stephens Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;6. Hilton Hotel (where we stayed) apparently something famous. (still do not know &lt;br /&gt;         why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did walk around the State Opera house, saw a huge Rolex sign, of course David had to go in. I did get to take many pictures, we walked around and looked all over, it was much fun, we had lunch at a little pizza and pub shop, I had a Margherita pizza, (for me a feat in itself), we then walked back to the "hop on" bus route, and went around the, "red line" or bus route, it was later than we had anticipated &amp; the buses stop running at 6pm here. We enjoyed I down loaded pictures and will eventually post them also, probably on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;We came again back to the hotel, and we went to  this wonderful restaurant, David had hmmm  Weiner Snitzel and I am totally positive it is spelled wrong, and I had a Filet steak, (which is like a filet Mignon) Mine was to come with mashed potatoes, and green beans, I asked for no beans, as I do not like them, and jokingly said if you have peas i would eat those, our waiter said We do, I was surprised, and said yes I'll take those.  Let me tell you honestly My mouth is still doing somersaults, the peas tasted fresh out of a garden and cooked perfectly, the meat was soooooooooooo tender it melted in your mouth, I tried and liked their Holindaise sauce, (again spelling), the potatoes were TOTALLY perfect..  Man  I wish I could eat like that every day, well that good of food anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  The food here is wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;  I tried their ice cream, and it is absolutely nothing like in the USA. Bananna ice cream tastes like a real bananna, strawberry ice cream tastes like real strawberrys, their vanilla and chocolate ice cream, is not made with sugar, it is more like ice milk, yet  still creamy... the portions are like 3 large scoops, and you don't feel like you just ate a gallon of ice cream..   &lt;br /&gt;  so anyway, it was a wonderful day,Only about 70 degrees here, I love it..&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-6101556533628944035?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/6101556533628944035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=6101556533628944035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6101556533628944035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6101556533628944035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/06/vienna-officially-day-2-fri.html' title='Vienna, Officially day 2 (Fri)'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2271782607039682871</id><published>2011-06-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:50:45.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna, getting there.</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Vienna, Austria.&lt;br /&gt;  Day 1 Wed. 2pm. After a not too hectic morning of packing we left @ 2 to drive into Boston to catch our Lufthansa flight.  It was pretty much an uneventful flight, still have not slept. It is 1:30 am EST. however it is now 7:30am here at our stop over in Frankfurt, Germany. &lt;br /&gt;  Around 8:15 we will begin to boarding for our flight to our final destination, which by the title of the blog you know is Vienna..  (totally psyched.!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok we got here, and slept on and off, but we found a great place to eat, we had Spaghetti Bolognese,  (it was awesome) and I tasted Davids,  then ordered my own.. first time I've had it.  Loved it.  We got into the hotel room and passed out... &lt;br /&gt;   Woke up a few hours later and went outside to just walk around, and learned that the city pretty much closes up around 6pm.. &lt;br /&gt;but it was just fun walking around.  &lt;br /&gt; luv ya all I'll post Friday's day and what we did in another post, and my friends can just follow us around Europe &amp; I do hope I do not bore you all..  &lt;br /&gt;*Hugs to all of you*&lt;br /&gt;enjoy til next time&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2271782607039682871?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2271782607039682871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2271782607039682871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2271782607039682871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2271782607039682871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/06/vienna-getting-there.html' title='Vienna, getting there.'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-6737125147086136812</id><published>2011-05-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:19:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to my Daddy</title><content type='html'>Today is my Dads birthday. 25 years ago (this coming Jan) We (my 4 brothers, Don, Tom, Ron, Russ &amp; I) lost our Dad. Today for the first time in my life I will let the people in my world read what I wrote for him just after he passed away. &lt;br /&gt;  Some of the things I remember are stories he told me growing up. They were about a Pink elephant (as I had a stuffed one), and she was a school teacher in the land of never never land. (yes this was long before peter pan came along) in most of the stories the pink elephant teacher would just teach all the little animals of the forest, although daddy told me that I was the baby giraffe, when I asked him why a giraffe, he said that even though it was just a baby, it stood tall among all the other animals (except it's parents) and would therefore survive anything life would bring.  At the time I never realized he was teaching me a life lesson. (Tearing up from so many memories) &lt;br /&gt;   My father taught us many many lessons as we grew up, and I know the one that stuck with all 4 of my siblings and I, was the golden rule, above and beyond anything else in this life,  "Treat all people the way want to be treated" I have always tried to live by that rule in my life, I believe my brothers have also.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy for everything you have taught me, even though I did not realize it at the time. &lt;br /&gt; For those of you that have parents left, treat them with much respect, they will not be here forever, for those of you that have lost one or both parents, keep them in your heart, they will live on through you.  &lt;br /&gt;and now for a poem, very very few people have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "I love my Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;So many things,&lt;br /&gt;I should have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I always, &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have said Nae(no),&lt;br /&gt;a few of our battles,&lt;br /&gt;Might have been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that,&lt;br /&gt;I would have said,&lt;br /&gt;All the things then,&lt;br /&gt;That are now going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most important thought,&lt;br /&gt;that really should have been said,&lt;br /&gt;was that I really love you Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;and I wish you weren't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here,&lt;br /&gt;to help me,&lt;br /&gt;to lend an ear,&lt;br /&gt;in my times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing&lt;br /&gt;left to say is,&lt;br /&gt;With you daddy,&lt;br /&gt;God's Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Nancy Jo Siegel&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you all enjoyed the post. &lt;br /&gt;until next time. &lt;br /&gt;enjoy life, and love all your loved ones each day.&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-6737125147086136812?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/6737125147086136812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=6737125147086136812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6737125147086136812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6737125147086136812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/05/dedication-to-my-daddy.html' title='Dedication to my Daddy'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5881504688292582425</id><published>2011-05-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:34:43.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's</title><content type='html'>Well it is almost mothers day. For most of the moms out there it will be a day of breakfast in bed or a dinner out, cards that make you cry or laugh and lots of hugs and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;  While watching a show this evening, with David, about mothers day, I have realized this year for the first time, how many emotions mothers go through with their children.  I've gone through the happy breakfast in bed days, and the hand drawn cards, which are tucked safely away, hand made presents some still on display. &lt;br /&gt;  I've gone through the proud stages of watching the girls make up a dance in our old living room, the song not making any sense, but loving every moment of it, and bragging to all my friends and family about it.  &lt;br /&gt;   Watching them grow and make mistakes, praying they learn to fly on their own, wanting to help them, knowing I can't. &lt;br /&gt;  Now they have both flown the coop, so to speak, I can only pray they will make it.  &lt;br /&gt;Aside from all of these feelings, I have feelings of missing my own mom. &lt;br /&gt;  It has been almost 21 years since she has passed away.  I occasionally find myself picking up the phone to call her to tell her about something exciting happening in my life, only to realize she wont be on the other end of the phone. I was in St. Marys PA this past weekend to celebrate our grandsons birthday, and visit with some family, My cousin, Jan, gave me some books that she has in a trunk at her house. they were wrapped in a plastic bag, when I opened the bag, I almost cried, I could smell my mom.....  I know that sounds funny to many people, but, most people associate smells with things or events in their lives. 1 of the smells that remind me of my childhood is dust.  You see I was raised back in the woods, and the roads that were traveled to get to my childhood home were 2 miles from any paved roads. (our road did not have a name) So when it was driven, you could smell the dust. The other smell is, ummmm  musty would be the only word I could say to have you imagine the smell.  Well the books, smelled musty.  Hence why I almost cried.  The books were my moms, had her name in them, with her hand writing, it was a good way for my heart to hurt that day.    The show David and I watched, made a comment about how you only get 1 mom. &lt;br /&gt;   So true.  You can have mom like people, or mother in laws, and can love them as much as your own. but you only have one mom, for those of my friends and family that still have their moms, give them the biggest hug and kiss, and let them know how much they mean to you. For those of you that your mothers have passed away, remember all the good and fun times, and know that they are watching over you, as you go through this life.  &lt;br /&gt;   I love you mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love,  Your little girl.  &lt;br /&gt; Until next blog.  Enjoy your day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5881504688292582425?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5881504688292582425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5881504688292582425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5881504688292582425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5881504688292582425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/05/moms.html' title='Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-6347044409276214184</id><published>2011-04-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:03:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and friends reunion !</title><content type='html'>I can not wait to tell you all about our weekend getaway to the middle of nowhere PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, David &amp;amp; I  started out on Thursday morning to finish our long trek to our final destination. We arrived at our hotel with only a few minutes to unpack and wrap some presents. Off we were again to Shannon, Justin &amp;amp; Braeden's house for a home cooked meal by Shannon ( I have to make her cook sometimes) She cooked a roast, which was pretty awesome.  SSHHHH don't tell her I said it was good because then her head might explode.. (just kidding) Just before our meal, Braeden opened a present from us, it was a book that was read to him by me..  (awesome book) which he loved. and then we gave Justin a present for his birthday it was a wine and cheese carrier, so he can take Shannon out on a romantic evening of star gazing.  :-)  We then went back to our hotel and slept.&lt;br /&gt; Friday came around and my brother Don was also coming into town, he was getting his truck looked at and he needed  a ride up from Ridgway to his hotel. I had no problem doing this I picked him up and dropped him off, David and I then went to have breakfast at a place called Marlo's, then he told me he forgot his Wallet and he did not give the garage the key to the truck.  wow, old age must be setting in D.J. (love ya bro) So then David and I both ran Don back to Ridgway, just so we don't leave anyone in suspense, the wallet was recovered with nothing missing, which is more than we can say about the owner.. (giggles..)&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the rain we had to cancel Braeden's birthday party and reschedule it for Sat. (the next day) at noon. (more people could come then anyway so it worked) So our Friday night visit was with my best friend Stacy &amp;amp; her family. We had a lot of fun, ordered in Pizza, talked laughed, just had fun. after pizza, we totally surprised Justin.  (Shannon's boyfriend) He has been wanting an AV Receiver for awhile.  (so now to the story behind that. ) back in ummm  December or January, David and Justin were talking about this "Receiver" David told Justin that he had a co-worker that had one, so David went to look at it and it did not work. So David let Justin know that this had happened, but he did not tell him that he went on a couple week hunt for one off the internet. David found one a guy was selling not too far from our home in NH so we went out to see it, it was in perfect condition, so David bought it. Now remember Justin still thinks we don't have one.  So after pizza David got a surprise, Justin had gotten David a necklace, now David does not wear necklaces, and we all knew this, it was a gift for him from Justin, because anyone who knows David, knows he is a Simpsons NUT !!! He got him a "bling bling" necklace with Bart on a skateboard which works, HA HA.. He loved it, he said he was going to wear it to work next wed, and then it will get hung on the wall at work.&lt;br /&gt;We visited with Stacy and her family for a little longer played a very quick game of mad gab and then came back to the hotel to sleep.  I was sick throughout the night, but I got up around 9ish and felt much better.&lt;br /&gt; I wrapped all of Braedens presents and then ran D.J. back to Ridgway to get his truck, then it was time to be at the park for Braedens party.  We picked up Braeden and went to decorate the pavilion. Braeden loved putting up his 5 Blue Stars, which by the way is how old he will be on Sunday May 1st (he is just growing up to fast for me)  by one everyone was at the party.  Alisha and her family, Nicole and her family, Crystal, Shad, &amp;amp; Pyper, Tom &amp;amp; Tommy,   Don, Jan &amp;amp; Jusson, Aunt Molly and her granddaughter Riley, Justins mom, Bonnie. I believe that was it. I had gotten the kids nerf dart guns to play games with and it was something they could go play with, we had 4 games with the guns, and the kids won medals. however all the kids forgot their party bags. Shannon will deliver them this week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Now party is over, we all cleaned up, and carried things to the cars.&lt;br /&gt;we were off to a quick lite lunch at marlos again, just enought to tie us over til our big night with relatives I have not seen since 1985.&lt;br /&gt;  We went to a new restaurant in St. Marys, out by the airport, it is called Silver Wing.  Very nice and very very good food.   People that came.&lt;br /&gt;David &amp;amp; I (Nancie)  Shannon, Justin &amp;amp; Braeden,    Shad, Crystal &amp;amp; Pyper,    Don (my brother)&lt;br /&gt;Dave Siegel, his wife Kate and his 2 sons Jay and Jordon.  (Handsome young men) and I saved the best for last, their dad, Clarence.  wow, to me David and Clarence looked the same, it is amazing. I saw them pull into the parking lot and I was up out of my seat waiting impatiently for them to walk through the door.   Kate was first then Jay &amp;amp; Jordon and then Clarence and Dave.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that very moment I wanted to jump up and down, I could not believe they are here standing in front of me.  My fiance David, told the "Siegels" how I have been so excited for months that they were coming and I talked of nothing else but this mini reunion.&lt;br /&gt;So if Kate or Dave or anyone there gets to read this, I would like you to know that I treasured every moment and every word that was said, Kate you are an awesome person to have been with Dave and raise those 2 boys.  Jorden and Jay, thank you so much for coming up and making it just that much more special for you dad &amp;amp; granddad,  Jordon if you come out to our wedding reception, I promise to make David give you a ride in the viper. Jay, I'll have to to take you to the Lobster boat to let you try this alfredo there, then you and I can look at some of the coins I have. to Clarence, I know your not my Uncle but I always remember calling you Uncle for some reason.  I am so glad you could make it, Next time we have to meet closer to knox, PA and have a nice long lunch.  I enjoyed talking with all of you. Last but not least, Dave, wow, your so grown up now, you chose a beautiful wife and you have 2 handsome young men that you have raised well, congrats on that.  It was so so very nice to see and visit and talk with all of you.&lt;br /&gt; I personally had a wonderful trip, everything was very nice, but the visit with family I have not seen in awhile was, to me, the best.    We have to plan another trip and visit soon to the middle of no where PA...&lt;br /&gt; To My family, I love you all.  See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;For all of my family that could not make it this trip, the next one will have to do, and I love all of you also.  *Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot going on this year so there should be many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Join us next time for "these are the days of "OUR LIVES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if there are any misspelled words/names, I apologize..  *Hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-6347044409276214184?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/6347044409276214184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=6347044409276214184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6347044409276214184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6347044409276214184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/04/family-and-friends-reunion.html' title='Family and friends reunion !'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2080589090469050541</id><published>2011-02-06T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:59:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We had some great and some stressful times on the cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our first task waking up at 3am to be at the airport by 5am. We flew down to Charlotte, NC, next onto Orlando Florida, where we waited about a half hour to get a bus to the cruise ship. Finally we got on board the Norwegian Sun. This was our first time on Norwegian Cruise Lines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We went to our rooms first and then decided to try to find something for lunch. David found rice and such, I found some French fries. HA! We walked around the corner and there was another place to eat. So I tried to eat a hot dog. I believe the bun must have been setting out for a few days. (Just kidding) but it was not fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We looked around the ship for a little bit and then found our room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first thing I did was step out onto the balcony. Just like our last cruise, breathtaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We were off on our journey. First stop Nassau Bahamas. We went to Atlantis. David had been here before, but I hadn’t been so we went in to see it. Spectacular, some of the artwork was absolutely beautiful. The underwater aquarium was also cool, you walked under the fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So very cool, we almost did not make it back to the ship on time, but with David having long legs, the ship waited for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mind you had the ferry boat riders not taken their sweet time to smoke the wacky weed we may have gotten back on time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moving forward, we rested for awhile, then walked around down on the ship again. We decided to get a Bahama mama as we walked around it was ok but still not as good as Applebee’s back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We were at sea/ocean all day Monday and Monday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So we decided to go see a lecture on art. And then the next day we went to an art auction. We did get a small art piece, but then we decided against it, because we happened to see 2 “Pino’s”, &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we truly loved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we now own 2 of these, one of them will fit beautifully in our formal dining room, the other at the top of the stairs. I can’t believe we spent that much, but I guess as the art people say, if you like it and can afford it, buy it you’ll never tire of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Our new art pieces are called “Diva” and “Mysterious woman” The way the artist uses the appearance of light without light being shown onto the picture is amazing and it’s all hand done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beautiful, spectacular, breathtaking, you name it these pictures are, in a word, “Priceless”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are now on our way to St. Thomas. We are scheduled to do a Sky ride to Paradise Point. This is where you go up in a tram 8 people per car 6 cars. 3 go up and 3 come down at the same time. The view is&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;totally worth the ride to go to the top. We watched a man dance around on stilts, there were also many young girls dressed up and dancing with him, they were not on stilts. David had rum &amp;amp; coke &amp;amp; I had a drink called the Bushwhacker After drinking almost all of it, I felt tipsy, I’m a total light weight, however they do say if you want to forget the day just drink 2 of those drinks, so maybe it wasn’t me. We ate a little bit, a taco salad and some fries and cheese sticks. About an hour later we were headed back down the mountain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up in a car with 5 women &amp;amp; a man and they had all been drinking since early morning, they were on a different cruise ship, although they were funny. So it was a good trip back down in the tram. &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We then needed to find our way back to the ship. We could see the ship, we just had no idea where in the world to get a taxi to get back there, I believe we were shell shocked from almost missing the boat in Nassau, so we rushed back to see the Iguana’s sitting on the rocks in front of the ships. It didn’t seem like much of an industry was there, mostly tourism. We puttered around the ship for a bit and then got all dressed up to go to dinner, where our waiter, Alfrefo, no that is not a typo, was absolutely great, we waited for absolutely nothing. Tonight I believe we will request to be seated at his table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Off to our next port of call, St. Martin &amp;amp; St. Maartin. Yes these are the same island but they are owned by the French and the Dutch, the northern part is French and the southern half is Dutch, it’s split about 60/40. People there learn to speak 3 to 4 languages, French, Dutch, English and another I can’t remember but it’s a broken French language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got a land tour and we also took an underwater tour, in a mini submarine. It was cool to see a diver get in the water and see the fish swarm around him. He also picked up a sea urchin to show us, it was black with very long spikes. David or I got pictures, which I hope to attach to this, although I always say that and never quite seem to get them on here. I must do better at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we were finally on our way back to the ship it seemed to take forever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We looked at jewelry and many other things in the shops, we saw a pair of blue diamond ear rings, but they just didn’t look right on me. We went to another shop and found a beautiful pair of blue Topaz ear rings, set in diamonds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are beautiful in the light. I have only taken them off to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We are on our way home, it’s a 2 day cruise. There are many activities aboard the ship. David and I attended a comedy show, listened to a Jazz band, listened to a guitar player/singer and listened to a man of 22, play a grand piano, one of many on this ship. I have listened to many people play the piano in my life time, my grandmother toyed with it, my uncle plays wonderfully, my aunt also plays, David and I “Plunk” and try our best to play, but this man was like, wow, chills went down my spine, as they always do when I hear someone play the piano. We heard a group called Sol “Play” they were very good. We also heard some Karaoke singers, 3 of the 4 that we heard were nice. (One was Awful, but we gave him credit for getting up there.) Then we got to see the comedian again. Funny man, he’s been on HBO and MTV’s comedy hour. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzzsutherland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Buzz Sutherland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Our last day aboard, clothes are packed and ready to go. We tried to enjoy sitting on the deck a few times, unfortunately the people beside us were chimney smokers and it was awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We got off the ship first thing in the morning and we headed toward the busses as that’s what we were told would take us to the airport. Well we’re we wrong!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;10 min of walking quickly to catch a bus that was not even ours. Then somehow no one really knew where we should go. David finally found someone that was pretty sure where to go. We rushed to the other bus, and finally got the correct one. We were both quite warm by this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally a driver got on board, and off we went, only to be pulled back into another parking lot, awaiting people that missed the bus, which would have been fine, except that we sat there another almost half hour and we had a plane to catch. Getting quite frustrated, I called the transfer people and asked them what was up, and why were we sitting in a parking lot when many of the people had planes to catch. The woman was nice and said there was some security issue so the busses were grounded, but that she would call her dispatch and let him know people were in rushes to get to the airport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within a few minutes she called me back and said the busses were released and we would be on our way. (we were) We got to the airport &amp;amp; what do you know, the bus driver like doesn’t even know where he is going. (have I mentioned my patience level was totally gone at this point) We arrive at the place where we began a week ago. We went into the airport and because of a Major screw up on NCL’s part they checked us in and they screwed up our seats. It was ridiculous. So off we rushed in search of a human. Found one!! Most of the time, that I have had to deal with humans at any airport, they have been well not so very nice. However we must have hit gold, this woman was great, not only did she change our seats to exit rows (best seats on the plane, other than business class) she let us know our plane to Philly was delayed by 15 min and she pre-booked us on a 9pm flight just in case we missed our connection home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Got to our gate, and now we are sitting in Philly and this flight is also delayed by a ½ hour. We hope our limo driver is watching our arrival times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our limo driver Rich was watching our arrival and he was right there as we walked out the door. (We love this limo company) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We are home and the kitty and ferrets are happy, now for our next ordeal we have another leak in the roof..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;wonderful…. So another story for another day.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;~Nancie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2080589090469050541?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2080589090469050541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2080589090469050541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2080589090469050541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2080589090469050541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2011/02/cruise-2011.html' title='Cruise 2011'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-8622740405771917459</id><published>2010-12-20T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:52:05.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Charlie Brown Christmas tree</title><content type='html'>Well to all of our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;This year we had gotten our tree later than usual, due to trips and, well as we all know, a busy life. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt; So we got our 7' tree (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;) and a beautiful wreath for the front door. (decorated this year, with a beautiful bow and decorations, thank you David for spoiling us)&lt;br /&gt;So to continue, everyone knows that you have to let the tree "relax" before you decorate it, we of course did, for a few hours. When we began to get everything ready to begin decorations, lo &amp;amp; behold, the bottom was full an beautiful, just the way the ferrets love it to play on, however, right about the middle of the tree it looked as if someone had chopped away all the branches, then an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; top.  So I said "I can fill it in with lights and such, it just needs some TLC"&lt;br /&gt;So I began putting on our 300 light string, filling in all the gaps &amp;amp; so on. Being very excited to turn on the lights and see how it looks before putting on garland, and ornaments. So I plug it in and guess what?????????????????,  only 1/2 of the lights work. I tried a couple of different lights to see if they would light up, all to no avail. I took off all the lights, all the while, still being cheery, having 2 more sets of lights, we had enough. I plugged them in first to see if they would light. what do you think happened??  No lights.  and of course it's too late to go buy any this late at night.&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Sunday) We ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;, because the Sunday before Christmas is not the day you want to go into any big stores, deals or not deals, neither Dave or I like crowds. So we bought this 18 foot string of lights, should have been enough right?????  Wrong again.  So at this point, I think we both thought we were just going to have an expensive ferret toy. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the store. Wouldn't you know it, they had no more of those lights. So we had to go to a different store. They had many lights. (I got 2 long sets just to be on the safe side.) Finally I had enough lights to go around the whole tree. (Whew) Next garland and decorations.  Of course there is one decoration that goes on before the garland and that is David's and my first ornament together, a precious moments one, that says "our first Christmas 2006". David put his Santa clause topper on the tree, and my fiber-optic Angel goes on just below it, symbolizing how we took our 2 households &amp;amp; 2 lives and turned them into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tree is up and is beautiful, our stockings are hung by the chimney with care.&lt;br /&gt;We wish all of you a Very Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means please comment or let us know what your Christmas set up was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-8622740405771917459?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/8622740405771917459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=8622740405771917459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8622740405771917459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8622740405771917459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/12/charlie-brown-christmas-tree.html' title='A Charlie Brown Christmas tree'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-338224303700932983</id><published>2010-12-17T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:44:28.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In St. Marys</title><content type='html'>Been awhile since I've blogged, and many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;For now I just want to tell you about David's and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; with Shannon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;, and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;  We left of a Wed night, and we drove the new challenger. It ran quite smooth, and we didn't run into any snow, until we hit Scranton, PA. David happened to be driving, when all of a sudden, it was like a white out, we had just missed our exit where we usually stay for the night, so we took the next one, and stayed at a hotel called "The Clarion Inn"  All I can tell you is that it was very very nice, and it was cheaper than where we usually stayed, so Hey, now we have a new place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;   We got up the next morning, and got on our way.  Still no snow, "whew", our luck was still holding.&lt;br /&gt;  We drove quite quickly and drove the other 4 hours of the trip. Of course we had to make a pit stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dubois&lt;/span&gt;, because I had to have lunch at Long John Silvers, and the closet one to us here is about 45 min to an hour away.  I smiled when we reached our final destination.  We got into the hotel, and I had already gotten 2 messages from Shannon (oldest daughter) asking where we were.  I messaged her once we got all the gifts in the room for the 3 of them. Apparently Our Grandson, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;, could not wait until to see us. So we just rested a few moments, to regain our bearings again,  and we were off again, back into the car and drove the short distance to Shannon's house.  We knocked and up the stairs we went.  At the bottom of the stairs we were greeted by the dog, "Cloe", and at the top of the stairs, I was greeted with the sweetest smile and the biggest hug ever.  It just about brought tears to my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;     So since we, David &amp;amp; I, did not want any gifts for Christmas this year, we asked Shannon to cook a home cooked meal for us, and that would be our gift.  We had Roast, potatoes, gravy, beans, peas, cream corn, and rolls.   EVERYTHING was perfectly delicious. &lt;br /&gt;  After dinner, we just sat down to visit, and next thing we know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt; is bringing over David's present and says "Here Dave, it's a cup" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Shannon of course said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;, your not supposed to tell him what it is", So he then brought over my gift, and said, "here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; I'm not allowed to tell you it's a cup."  We all just laughed.  David and I opened our gifts.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt; drew pictures to put in the cups.  They are awesome.  The next day we had brunch with some family, Aunts, Molly &amp;amp; Carol, Cousin Jan, Shannon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;, Justin, niece Crystal &amp;amp; my great niece  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pyper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After Brunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go with David &amp;amp; I, without mommy hanging around. It was the first time she has let us take him, again another milestone. (awesome)  that night. (Fri.) we went back to Shannon's house for opening presents and pizza party. fun fun fun..... We had gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt; a cardboard clubhouse, that you color.  It was pretty cool, although the adults had more fun coloring than the kids... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Someone said that it's because Adults have a sense of finishing the job...Crystal, Shad &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pyper&lt;/span&gt; came to visit also. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning was nice,  we slept in....  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;)  We went to visit with my best friend Stacy &amp;amp; her family.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner, Shepherds Pie &amp;amp; Lasagna, yummy. Then we played the new game Mad Gab.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun..  I believe Dave, Shannon &amp;amp; I made the best team.  on the last game, Shannon and I guessed  12 of them in 30 seconds.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;  much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning  we hooked up for breakfast with my nephew, Jamie, his girlfriend, and 2 boys.&lt;br /&gt;Nice visit, and we headed off back home.  7 &amp;amp; 1/2 hours later we arrived home.  The cat and ferrets were still alive and happy to see us. &lt;br /&gt; Until next time.   Post a comment if you wish.. &lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-338224303700932983?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/338224303700932983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=338224303700932983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/338224303700932983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/338224303700932983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/12/christmas-in-st-marys.html' title='Christmas In St. Marys'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5357284687031706476</id><published>2010-10-11T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:04:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B'Nai Mitzvah</title><content type='html'>Before I begin my tales of our weekend to Pittsburgh, I would like to send our heartfelt thanks to Ben, Sam, Jean &amp;amp; Bruce, for inviting us to share in this joyous occasion. We were truly honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip began on Sunday morning with the rush of finishing packing and getting all those little things, (ha cards for the kids gifts, almost forgotten on the kitchen table, almost but thank goodness not forgotten) so off we go to get things into the car. David gets out his "to do" list of things not to forget on a trip, and as far as I'm concerned, thank goodness for it, "chargers, laptops, cards, directions, tickets, GPS, Kindle, gum, pens, magazines, passports, important phone numbers, all reservation #'s,  Ok I believe we are ready to pack the car. We load up our back packs and of course "the Nancy bag", which for all of you wondering, is the bag which, aside from my tiny purse, carries electronics, my wonderful sony notebook, snacks, (by which David informed me that this is what moms are known for "snacks" ) So we each grab our carry on luggage. and into the car. &lt;br /&gt;I now know my way to our airport, it only took 2 years, tee hee, (again for those of you that know me, I can get lost in a shoebox and need directions to get there) So we are off, we get there and park the car, It then seems like we walked a mile to get back to where most people get dropped off. (foot is still ok at this point thank god for small favors) We get in line and go thru the line quite quickly, although I thought I would get cavity searched when I forgot my cell phone in my pocket. DUH !!! We get through fine, yay again. All the planes seem to be running early, our plane is a full one and all passengers are asked if they would like to check luggage because it's a small plane.  We did for the rollaways. Philly was a quick stop and off we went to the next plane, and we were off again,  Awesome, so far the trip has been great, not really rushed at all.  While David and Dee went to pick up the luggage I went to the rental car place to pick up our car for the weekend.  Dodge Callipar I believe, and trust me Never Never again.  and We are the family that likes Dodges.. (we have 4 of them) so we set up our nav, and begin the trek to our hotel, which was according to mapquest 45 min from the airport, Great plenty of time to get there and then back for the  Shabbat Dinner and the evening worship service. So why didn't anyone tell us that 28 was down to one lane????  Our 45 min drive, took almost 2 hours.  UGH!!!  Now tired of driving, and hungry because we have not eaten since breakfast, have only 45 min to get dressed, and drive 20 min or so to the Rodef Shalom. Not knowing if we would hit the awful traffic again, and not really knowing at all where we were going, we rushed, and jumped into the car, and off we went, only being about a half hour late for the dinner. "Whew" Saying Hello to everyone, but we made it for Kiddush, and I really hope I used that word correctly. So after this, dinner is served, I honestly do not know what all was there, Chicken, and Mac &amp;amp; Cheese, some potatoes, salads, and many vegetables, all of which was wonderful. (We sat down to eat with some lemonade and water. 2 of my personal favorites, and then we got to visit for a few minutes, with friends, Bonnie &amp;amp; Brian, and With our brother &amp;amp; sister-in law, Suzi, &amp;amp; Don.  While getting in line to eat, our cousin Suzan came and talked to us. Everyone has grown up so quickly as we compare notes, of how we haven't seen one another or the kids since Dee was 6ish, so in years, Erin was a baby, still in diapers. and Joe was just getting ready to deliver Chandra. I've now determined I'm getting old and time certainly does not stand still.  We ate and while I went to visit with Denny, Joy,Connie, Peggy, Derek, and Little Owen David had some business with work to attend to. Altogether too soon, the dinner ended, and we headed into the service. "Rainbows" I liked that portion of the service. (I did not say so then, but the day I brought Dee home from the hospital there was a rainbow over emporium, or out that direction anyway) So service now over, and now there is ice cream. I thought I would have a nestle crunch but, Dee found a peanut butter Klondike bar, who could resist....  Peggy came to sit with us, as we both said that it has been forever since we have had one of those. Suzi came to sit with us to. I'm not exactly sure who else. But we had a nice chat if only for a few min.  Then being exhausted from the day, David, Dee and I said our good nights and good byes for the evening. Departed and got to the hotel to once again change, and relax for a bit.  The alarm seemed to go off just as we fell asleep. I can not imagine what Jean &amp;amp; Bruce were going through, they were up earlier than anyone else. and I'm sure in bed the night before, after anyone else. So we were up and had a Mickey D's breakfast, and then off to Rodef Shalom for the Shabbat service, and then the Kiddush Luncheon. This is where we were proud to be a part of Sam and Ben becoming young woman &amp;amp; a young man, as they read from the Tora.  When Jean &amp;amp; Bruce stood with each of their children, they were I believe a little nervous, but in those moments when they forgot, they were in front of dozens of friends &amp;amp; family, and they would sneak a look at their children reading from the Torah, They were so proud, and happy, as they should be. After all of this, there was a Kiddush luncheon, and a fountain, of rainbow colored cupcakes. Everything was perfect. but the day is not over yet. Back to the hotel to change and then off to the boy scout camp for food, soda's, chips, and dessert. Games, and Glow styx.. TOTALLY Awesome idea by the way.  There were glow rings, glow necklaces, glow glasses, and miniature glow styx.   Fun was had by the old, and young, the young had much more fun.  So well fed, and fun &amp;amp; games aside. Jean &amp;amp; Bruce decorated the hall with rainbow colored everything, from Napkins to plates to the rice Krispy treats. Flowers in the Vases that Bruce himself made. (beautiful) and of course, a bonfire to cook, what else, S'mores.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day talking with My family and friends. I would like to thank Bruce, for taking a few moments to talk with me also. I know he had a million little things to do, yet he made time for that and I appreciated it very much.  so at the end of the night we were getting ready to go, again tired from the day, My family, Jean, Joy, Peggy, Derek, Denny, Don, Suzi, and Susan, and friends Brian &amp;amp; Bonnie, and my fiance David, Sang happy birthday to me.  Jeannie gave me a hug and said thanks for sharing my birthday with the twins. I almost cried. (and I am as I remember it) Thank you to all of you for that, it meant a lot. with all of our good bye's said we were off again to sleep.  As this blog is getting quite long, the next day was a morning spent and Panera bread for some breakfast, and saying goodbye to people we love.&lt;br /&gt;  Thank you again for some beautiful memories. &lt;br /&gt;Love to all of you..&lt;br /&gt;and until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5357284687031706476?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5357284687031706476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5357284687031706476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5357284687031706476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5357284687031706476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/10/bnai-mitzvah.html' title='B&apos;Nai Mitzvah'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-826809342851899299</id><published>2010-09-15T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:01:07.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>Wow! Well again it has been a long time since I have blogged.. We have had a few busy months..&lt;br /&gt;To catch everyone up since last time.&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy people..   Viper Events, and car shows, and just everyday work and play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanna has a new job of which she really enjoys and it seems like she is almost full time. She is also finally doing well in school.. ( Threats of her life may have had something to do with this.. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her birthday she was on her way to class, and she totaled her car. Luckily we found another neon, it's red instead of blue, and an 05 instead of an 04 but at least she is familiar with it.  She was bruised on both eyes, looked a little like a raccoon. Just a week before this she had all 4 of her wisdom teeth taken out.  so her lower cheeks were also bruised..   She looked like she got beat up..&lt;br /&gt;'But she was fine..  sore but fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David surprised me for our anniversary, and rented a stretch Limo.  I was totally shocked, I only knew that we were going out for dinner, I had no idea about anything else. He also surprised me with tickets to see, Joseph and his brothers. It was so very wonderful.  On our way there we got to have champagne, another surprise. Now somewhere between where New Hampshire ends and Massachusetts begins, David was on bended knee and with the most beautiful and wonderful words I personally will never forget, Asked me to marry him. I have known since we have been together that someday we would get married, but even knowing this, I cried many happy tears and said yes.  He made me a CD with some beautiful songs on it.  Some we hummed together and others I sang to him, others we just held each other and knew our love would continue to grow through out the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later David gave me another gift for my birthday, just early, He had gotten tickets for us to see Wicked. Again wonderful.. absolutely loved it.  He again rented a car..  The driver had gotten lost, we missed about 10 min of the show but after we got settled in, it was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else has been wonderful..  We have more trips planned over the next couple months.. one to Pittsburgh for a b'nai mitzvah (they are twins a girl and a boy)&lt;br /&gt;Another hopefully to India,  and a 3rd to go see the grandson, Braeden, and some other family members if its at all possible. &lt;br /&gt;So I will try to keep everyone posted.. We are living life to the fullest.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time.. &lt;br /&gt;Happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-826809342851899299?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/826809342851899299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=826809342851899299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/826809342851899299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/826809342851899299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/09/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-338107319853082695</id><published>2010-05-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:49:09.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhode Island</title><content type='html'>It was so fun..We flew my cousin in from PA, for a 2 week visit, for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a wonderful event with the Viper club. We went to Rhode Island to visit the Marble House, at the Vanderbilt Estates.&lt;br /&gt;(So much marble.)&lt;br /&gt;21 Vipers, and our new Challenger, went. The drive was nice, a little bumpy along the cobblestone streets, but none the less fun.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean was beautiful as we went to eat lunch, next to the ocean, at the Atlantic Beach Club.   Beautiful view of the ocean. The fish here was very good. High marks for the fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures along the way were also fun, we were all watching while the guys positioned the cars to take a picture and then of course the group shot.&lt;br /&gt;We were all happy that the Canadians made the trip. their viper was beautiful also. Silver with a snake design on the stripes, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, today was a great day for a drive.  I believe fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;we are doing many events the next 2 weeks, and will post again soon.&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-338107319853082695?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/338107319853082695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=338107319853082695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/338107319853082695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/338107319853082695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/05/rhode-island.html' title='Rhode Island'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-7888962762703620767</id><published>2010-04-21T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:03:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is, "Chipmunk!"</title><content type='html'>All right guys and girls whom is up for a laugh and a sad story at the same time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the brat, aka, Deanna, goes out to the car to run to the store and buy a few groceries, no big deal right?, Well she starts the car, and within like 2 minutes she comes back in the house and says, "Daddy I think there might be something wrong with my brakes" and then says "it's hard to steer"  (Trust me I couldn't believe that one either) So aside from that, David goes out to look at the car, opens the hood, and you will never ever guess, A chipmunk scampered up into her engine and well, lets say the "serpentine" belt and the chipmunk had words and the chipmunk lost, but not without a fight, and it literally knocked off the whole belt, and passed away peacefully, laughing how he got the belt..ha ha.. (r.i.p. little chippy) So David and I are trying to figure out if we can fix this in the driveway, so I get a blanket and lay on the ground under the car but we didn't really have the correct tools to fix it, and gee we just let triple AAA  run out because in 2 years we have never once needed it, (Joke was on us) anyway, When I went to get up, I sat up and almost stepped on this dead chipmunk, Scared the snot right out of me, (guess I won't have a runny nose for awhile), I thought the brat, aka, Dee, threw it in the woods.  Oh well Live and learn. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say We made a quick call to the shop down the street and the fixed it within a 1/2 hour.  (amazing how a 1/2 hour costs so much)  and then on top of that, they left David ALONE in the parts department, WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?????????&lt;br /&gt;Sooo not only did they come home with the car fixed, David comes home with the best of the best air filter for his truck,  When will I learn I can't let him go into places alone.. LOL.. like I could ever stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the car is fixed, but because Dee killed one of the chipmunks under the hood of the Neon, she lost about 5 horsepower. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.  Until next time ...&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-7888962762703620767?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/7888962762703620767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=7888962762703620767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7888962762703620767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7888962762703620767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/04/all-i-can-say-is-chipmunk_21.html' title='All I can say is, &quot;Chipmunk!&quot;'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2715561820402611354</id><published>2010-04-21T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:01:55.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all I can say is chipmunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2715561820402611354?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2715561820402611354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2715561820402611354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2715561820402611354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2715561820402611354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/04/all-i-can-say-is-chipmunk.html' title='all I can say is chipmunk'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5753944079443778914</id><published>2010-02-06T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:45:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving life today</title><content type='html'>Hi All is today started out kinda bad, but turned out to be a day I will treasure for years to come. &lt;br /&gt; I had a long hard day at work, and then came home and we, David, Dee and I went out to eat diner at a fish place. While there we chance to hear a conversation next to us, with 2 different couples, they were both older couples. It was very nice hearing them talk of there past work history and so on.  &lt;br /&gt;I came home to find a package, from my Aunt Joy. It was literally a heritage book. After reading it and looking thru old pictures, I realized how lucky I am to be related to the people that I am.   I am so very very proud of my heritage. I'm learning more and more about my relatives every day via Face Book and just listening to people.  &lt;br /&gt;  Today I felt the tears well up in my heart and it made me proud to be me..  &lt;br /&gt;Thank You Aunt Joy for giving me a beautiful and wonderful day.  &lt;br /&gt;Until Next time,&lt;br /&gt;Love to any of my family that reads this.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5753944079443778914?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5753944079443778914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5753944079443778914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5753944079443778914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5753944079443778914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/02/loving-life-today.html' title='Loving life today'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5179659492777280804</id><published>2010-01-17T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:47:49.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off</title><content type='html'>Well it's not my first day off but it certainly feels like it. Woke up and made Cinnamon Rolls, which by the way ended up being breakfast, as because when I went to make waffles we had no eggs, so no waffles, no pancakes, or french toast, However we had Roast Beef hash and toast with the cinnamon rolls. It was sustenance. Liner, a cross between lunch and dinner, will have to be much better. It is 100% within the realm of possibility. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not too much has been going on in our lives lately, seems like we work sleep eat and watch a movie every now and then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very very nice Christmas. One on Christmas eve, and then another the following week, with Kati &amp; Dillon, our niece &amp; Nephew, and their parents Deb &amp; Carlo,&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with them.  We celebrated their birthdays, and Christmas all the same day. Tough when they live 3 hours away, and the kids are in sports, I only get 1 day off work a week, so hooking up is hard sometimes. But I am hoping to resolve that this coming year and make the time to take the trip down their. We will get to see them at Easter, so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had gotten Deanna and I both New GPS systems for our cars. (totally cool) David also had gotten me a New VIO laptop, it's so cute and little. I haven't stopped using it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten David a Butane Zippo Lighter, Blue like the Viper, and like my laptop he hasn't stopped playing with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats and Ferrets are all alive and well for the time being, some issues with the 2 older cats, but it's all expected as they grow older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are meeting the brats, "potential" new boy friend, we'll see how that works out also. &lt;br /&gt;Our oldest daughter Shannon called me to tell me that she passed her test for her permit, she passed it the first time..  Go Shannon !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grandson Braeden is getting taller and smarter every time we see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now my fellow blogger s, and family and friends, take care and until I blog again. &lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5179659492777280804?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5179659492777280804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5179659492777280804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5179659492777280804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5179659492777280804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2010/01/day-off.html' title='A day off'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-3415683502799949685</id><published>2009-10-20T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:52:29.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deanna'/><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Well more time has flown by. Fall is almost over, and winter is quickly on it's heals. Loving this cool weather, I'm taking advantage, and opening windows for pretty much the last few times in this season.  &lt;br /&gt;Deanna is almost done decorating our house for Halloween. The skeletons are crawling out of their graves, and the graveyard is set up. I notice that one of the skull's eye's blink in the dark, and then all of a sudden, LIGHTS, this is a first, we have skeleton lights strung along the driveway, very cool.  I believe I might break down and add an outside decoration or 2, (shhhh no one tell David :-) )  But it will be fun. David and I have picked out our Costumes, wait revise that, I have picked out, and picked up mine, David has his picked out, we just have to find one to fit him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure what Deanna is going be, we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was very nice, Roses, from David, were just beautiful. (Thank you again David) David &amp; Dee also got me the 70th Anniversary of the Wizard of OZ on DVD. Yes I totally loved it, and totally did not expect it. I love the wizard of Oz, and all of it's books after, 13 in all, I will be looking at, reading, inspecting, each and every aspect of this gift. It also came with a watch. Yes it's in, wait for it, wait for it, would you believe, just like the magical Emerald city itself, Emerald Green. Sooo Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to do some "homework" on the computer. so you all have a wonderful halloween, I will see you all soon. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-3415683502799949685?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/3415683502799949685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=3415683502799949685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3415683502799949685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3415683502799949685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-767951577626813653</id><published>2009-10-20T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:18:16.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-767951577626813653?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/767951577626813653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=767951577626813653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/767951577626813653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/767951577626813653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/10/another-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-611745617467155870</id><published>2009-10-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:48:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viper Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/Ssk0O4j4qbI/AAAAAAAAACE/D3FjUXTE1D8/s1600-h/DSCN4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/Ssk0O4j4qbI/AAAAAAAAACE/D3FjUXTE1D8/s320/DSCN4577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388895859431221682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the sound of 15 Vipers snaking their way up the highway, feeling the camaraderie as you drive along. Proud to be a part of all of this for the first time, I, of course, get out my camera and begin to take snap shots of the fall foliage, which, by the way, is why there were 15 Vipers gathered in the first place. David &amp; I met up with the "snakes" at a road side rest area. and off we went, David pushing the pedal and throwing me back into my seat, as always. (Awesome) There were only 9 Vipers at that point so away we went, notice coming over the radios that 2 more were to join us a few exits ahead, and we didn't need to pull over they would just "slither" in. Well Imagine our surprise, not really, when Joe and Jerry were late. We kept going, figuring they would catch up. They did eventually. Jerry made his "presidential" appearance, by going 120mph past all of us!!!  (David was very tempted to follow him) &lt;br /&gt;We all know that Viper owners like to drive fast, so 120mph was a bit much. We finally had everyone in tow and we we're off. I learned much about my camera that day, so I also got some great moving shots of the Vipers going up hills, all but 3 of them in one shot up hill is pretty impressive, also very hard to do. I got a shot of one of the members cars in the side mirror, Glenn's car. (Nice car)  We came up to a scenic view. It was beautiful to look out over the gorge, with mountains on all sides. &lt;br /&gt;It was amusing that all the tourists were taking pictures of the Vipers, with their colors shining bright in the new sunshine that just arrived, instead of the foliage. We were honored. We also have our reds, greens, blues, yellows, blacks, &amp; whites, that we're all proud of. &lt;br /&gt;When you have that many Vipers you have to park in a large parking lot, so we parked where the buses parked. Oops. A bus driver came and was joking with us, asking us what the sign said. Joe &amp; Rick were there to save the day.  After a quick picture, (well it would have been quicker had Joe just got in line), we were all on our way again. &lt;br /&gt;We finally got to the restaurant, and we all parked next to one another, trust me, a feat in itself. Time to eat. Pot roast was great, and, in my humble opinion, great peanut butter pie. &lt;br /&gt;Having great conversation with friends was, I believe, the best part. It was the first time that I had actually gotten to talk at length with Glenn &amp; Maria. &lt;br /&gt;So soon it was time to part ways. We said our good bye's, I asked Joe if I was going to see "my Car" with a bow on it for Christmas.  He said he didn't think so. But someday, maybe, I'll have the inverse of David's Blue Thunder. (For those that don't know David has a blue with white stripes, and Joe has the white with blue stripes.)&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, I did want to say that on the way home, David and I got to see one more Viper. Who knew? It was black with silver stripes, with a plate of MOOV, very very nice looking car, Gen 3. &lt;br /&gt;Another great day, so now I'm off to do some shopping, and relaxing before I go to work in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great day. Feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time. &lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-611745617467155870?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/611745617467155870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=611745617467155870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/611745617467155870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/611745617467155870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/10/viper-event.html' title='Viper Event'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/Ssk0O4j4qbI/AAAAAAAAACE/D3FjUXTE1D8/s72-c/DSCN4577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-8004248211302291853</id><published>2009-09-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:23:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's stonehenge</title><content type='html'>Hello again all,&lt;br /&gt;  Well today we went on an adventure. Nothing major, we stayed right here in NH, It was quite a beautiful day today, perfect for the 1/2 mile walk up trails and exploring, America's Stonehenge. Personally I thought it needed a tour guide, but when we got there, there was no one else about, except the cashier, So we watched a movie and off we went on a tour, to explore ourselves. It was different, I believe there was some group of people that built this, many years ago, and some of the artifacts were quite interesting, but again more knowledge of the place needs to be found. Maybe if they un bury more of the rocks, and get a tour guide it would be a little more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;But none the less it was a trip with David and Dee, and we had fun, that is until we were headed home and my Nav, just flipped her lid, She could not find 2 restaurants in a row, tried to send us in some ungodly way to a road we could see the signs for, we actually followed the signs instead of the gps, and found our way home, Once back on the highway things were great. a quick stop at the Greek Pizza place and home we came. &lt;br /&gt;All in all just a fun Day. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-8004248211302291853?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/8004248211302291853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=8004248211302291853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8004248211302291853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8004248211302291853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/09/americas-stonehenge.html' title='America&apos;s stonehenge'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2574144219214261305</id><published>2009-09-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:13:42.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Wow well I did forget to post about our trip to Kyoto, Japan. Let me first start by saying, It was AWESOME !!!  The food was quite good, and definitely pushed my tasting to the limit, at least for me, NO I did not try sushi..(Raw fish...not yet) However, David tasted the Sushi and said it was fine. I have tons of pictures, None of which are up yet yes I'm slow at this :-) I met up with some of the Wives from the FIRST meeting that our significant others were in Japan to attend, (we were known as the first wives club from that moment on) June, Jane, Nadia and I Had a wonderful time exploring Kyoto, while the guys worked. Feeling a good exhausted each evening, sleeping peacefully every night.&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night, Jane her husband, June and her husband, David and I tried a Japanese type of Pancake, It was only the shape of a pancake, the similarities ended there, It was cabbage, and vegetables all chopped up nice and tiny, and a type of sauce on top, There were different sauces, David and I tried beef and spaghetti, they were just about an inch thick. Very very different but not bad at all. We ate this is a real Japanese style restaurant, where you take your shoes off, and sit in rooms with only paper thin walls between you and the next party of people. Noisy at times, but fun, and the conversation was very nice. &lt;br /&gt;Tues, was more exploring with the girls, Wed, was also another exploration day, With Wed night being the big Gala dinner, with all the First members, It was so much fun. The meal was eloquent and very tasty, the Entertainment was to die for. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday night and Friday were fun for David and I, we went to a market, and I mean market, rows and rows of food, and more rows of stuff, anything you could possibly imagine, yes we spent way too much money, but Hey you live only once. &lt;br /&gt;Friday was a relaxation day, We explored a little, had ice cream in the "city mall" that is totally underground, under the city, Amazing to say the least, You could get lost quite easily, but the people that live there are very nice, they will help you with anything, I don't believe I have ever met a whole culture that was so helpful and nice. Sat., before we left, David and I got to explore just a little bit more, before heading back to the hotel to finish packing and be on our way to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;The flight was long and tiring, with a 12 hour layover in San Francisco, finally getting us home Sunday evening. it was about 20 hours in all. But were home safe and happy and enriched from the experience.    Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2574144219214261305?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2574144219214261305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2574144219214261305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2574144219214261305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2574144219214261305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/09/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-7148730456589638167</id><published>2009-05-04T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:17:23.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well We are finally home from out 7 day vacation. We had so much fun, Seeing Micky, Minnie, Goofy, Donald, Pluto, &amp; many many other characters, at Disney. (only 2 days) And Other days were spent Meandering through Universal Studios. We had such fun. We "rode" more 3-D rides in one day than most people see all year. Everything was great fun, Eventually I will get some pictures posted on our Photo gallery, If you don't know the link, just ask David or myself and we'll send it to you.  &lt;br /&gt;I gotta go back to work now, to help pay for the vacation.  &lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie, David, &amp; Dee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-7148730456589638167?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/7148730456589638167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=7148730456589638167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7148730456589638167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7148730456589638167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4329407167063331142</id><published>2009-04-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:11:39.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal studios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Wow where did March go???? Anyway  lets see what's new. We got new furniture for the "Family room" and new chairs for the Dining room. A new rug for the Stairwell.  Oh yes Most important. We are going on a vacation. We're going to Universal Studios, with a couple days at Disney World. The end of April will be here before we know it.  But we'll have fun.  We've literally just been very busy with work and cleaning up after the storm.  Hope all are doing well. take care til next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4329407167063331142?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4329407167063331142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4329407167063331142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4329407167063331142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4329407167063331142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-9080114228128609916</id><published>2009-03-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:37:26.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm using Stumble upon and Facebook.  You have to check out the pics of Braeden.  Love and miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-9080114228128609916?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/9080114228128609916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=9080114228128609916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/9080114228128609916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/9080114228128609916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/03/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5539022068013166309</id><published>2009-02-12T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:53:26.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lives continue on.</title><content type='html'>I think we're finally getting back to a normal routine. We have friends coming up this weekend, for dinner and movies. It should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;We are getting the cats used to a new liter box. It actually does the scooping for us. (yeah) We'll see how they adjust. one of them is using it now. &lt;br /&gt;We are learning our family is expanding, it seems by the minute. My cousin Peggy is pregnant, due in June.  My niece is also pregnant, due in Sept. Another cousin Jo, just had a little boy (Kevin) wow.  &lt;br /&gt; I just heard that our school here was going to lay of teachers, as the baby boom from my generation is pretty much over. they are all graduating or at least into middle school. I guess my family heard of this and decided to take it upon themselves to make sure the teachers will always have jobs.  So more cousins to add to the family tree, we already have a book. We will soon have a novel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5539022068013166309?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5539022068013166309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5539022068013166309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5539022068013166309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5539022068013166309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/02/our-lives-continue-on.html' title='Our lives continue on.'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5440237310172112010</id><published>2009-02-08T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:12:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to New England weather</title><content type='html'>What the heck,  49 degrees today. This is only Feb.  Hmmmmm I do believe that a birth could happen on a day like today.  We accomplished a lot today.  It's amazing that you can make a list and finish it. We got the balcony's clear of ice. (My arms and hands now may fall off)  We of course just ran to staples to get turbo tax, and we walk out with a Laser Jet printer.  (This instantly became David's Valentines present) We went into Lowes to get some rugs for the steps in the ferret cage and walk out with a Laser level. (must be a laser day)  Finally after a very good meal at lobster boat, we came home, and away I went on the ferret cage, meaning I cleaned it. It takes about an hour to do this.  We lost Crystal this past Wed. So we gave all the babies everything new in their home. You should have seen them exploring everything. It was just too cute.  I do have to sign off for now, because the 2 "children", David and Deanna, want to watch Lie to Me, It is a very very good show, if anyone has the opportunity to watch it, then you must.  &lt;br /&gt;Take care until next time.  &lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5440237310172112010?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5440237310172112010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5440237310172112010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5440237310172112010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5440237310172112010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/02/back-to-new-england-weather.html' title='back to New England weather'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-1416250624276167591</id><published>2009-02-04T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:14:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO more</title><content type='html'>We are to announce yet another passing, actually 2 more,  Rudy the dog. On January 26th, had to put down, as he was filling up with fluid. Today Feb. 4th, we had to put down our oldest Ferret, Crystal. She was a beautiful black eyed White. She had just turned 6 years old. I believe she knew it was time to go be with her brothers, Vincent &amp; Julius.  She just looked at me with those eyes, did her little munchy crunchy look and went to sleep in my arms. It was peaceful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we know that Rudy is protecting Dot (Mom) just like he always has. And Crystal is frolicking with her 2 brothers, no more pain.  They will both be missed very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-1416250624276167591?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/1416250624276167591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=1416250624276167591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1416250624276167591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1416250624276167591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/02/no-more.html' title='NO more'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-8182994384959650793</id><published>2009-01-29T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:44:06.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>We regret to inform everyone of yet another moment of sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dorothy, Dot, Dugal, passed away this past Sunday the 25th. &lt;br /&gt;(per David's e-mail I post the following)&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting this latest update to be filled with good news.  After my last visit on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Mom was in high spirits and we talked (one way), laughed, and watched TV.  Then on Friday, Diane heard from the rehab nurses that Mom was able to start eating on her own and was able to repeat short phrases like, "I love you."  We were delighted!  Visitors all this week were saying she looked great and had a great outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, cruel fate had a different plan.  This morning, Sunday, January 25th, Mom passed peacefully in her sleep.  The nurses said she passed sometime between 3am and 6am, when they couldn't find a pulse.  I'm still trying to collect my thoughts and emotions, but am grateful at least that she didn't suffer and was able to move onto Heaven in the most serene way possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only known my mother in law, for 3 years. These were a wonderful 3 years. She was a woman I just began to call mom. I personally had lost my own mother many years ago, back then, I thought i would never have another mom, Well Dot proved this wrong. She accepted me into David's life, and welcomed me into her family and treated me as if I we're her own. &lt;br /&gt;One of the things I will miss the most was how she could make you laugh at a moments notice. She could begin to tell a story, and in the middle of a story, she would begin to laugh, her laughter was so contagious that soon anyone in the room listening was laughing with her, although none of us knew what we we're laughing at, as she hadn't even finished the story yet. &lt;br /&gt;She was a woman that looked after her children, each and every day of her life. &lt;br /&gt;She was a wonderful person, to each and all that she met. She, I believe, lived by the golden rule, "treat all people, the way you want to be treated" &lt;br /&gt;She will be truly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-8182994384959650793?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/8182994384959650793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=8182994384959650793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8182994384959650793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8182994384959650793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/01/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-3757578180587544209</id><published>2009-01-11T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:25:38.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow again</title><content type='html'>All Right, All Right, All Right,  enough already with the white stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;Well Merry Christmas to all, late,  and Happy New Year.  We had an ok year, or so I thought. Last night we we're talking and I learned that 08 wasn't all that great of a year.  Although, being the optimistic person, that I am, I have to try to find all the good in everything that effects my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets recap.  Last Christmas. meaning the one in 07 We had an ice dam on our roof which Caused a leak in Deanna's ceiling, which ran down the wall, which came into our sitting room, Which made us move all the furniture and rugs, keeping pans everywhere, as we all know water is not a friend to hardwood floors.  We thought we had it contained.  well NO, it spread.  So we lived with a crappy ceiling for a bit.. No biggie, it finally dried up. Called the repair guy.  $$$$  later, (Optimistically) we have a new ceiling.  &lt;br /&gt;However, also in this process,  All that snow and ice last year, Also made layers of ice on the roof,  One night while sitting eating a nice meal, I swear a 747 crashed in our back yard, it was about 1,000,000,000 pounds of ice and snow, it slid off the roof and crushed the back deck.  So next, We call the repair guy, $$$$$ of $$$$$ later, (Optimistically) we have a New deck, bigger and better.  But because you have a new deck, you know what comes next right???   You guessed it New deck furniture. &amp; of course with new furniture, comes, are you ready for it,  Ha New dishes to match, as you can't really use glass or china for outdoor use.  So high quality plastic.  (I swear to you, If we we're not cooking on the grill, I cooked inside and took everything outside to eat.) I figured we paid all the $$$ we were going to use it.  &lt;br /&gt;Next. Well I could keep going.  but, well who needs to hear all that.  &lt;br /&gt;Our latest venture, was on Christmas day, Mom has had a Stroke.  She is Much better now. She can't speak yet, but it able to communicate with Yes and no, and she is a darn good Crazy eight player as well.  She is finally in a rehab center. So we're off to a great  year in 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that, I guess the lesson I have learned from 08. Was that no matter what, You have to look at life and take the good with the bad, and try to change the bad into as much good as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all of you take care.  &lt;br /&gt;see you next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-3757578180587544209?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/3757578180587544209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=3757578180587544209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3757578180587544209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3757578180587544209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2009/01/wow-again.html' title='Wow again'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4346049280562108277</id><published>2008-12-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:00:24.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Again</title><content type='html'>All right if this is any indication of what's to come,  I don't want it..   We had an ice storm which we lost power for almost a week, and now we just had a snow storm,  and it's still snowing,  and no Jokes,  I swear we have like at the very least a foot of snow.  probably more.  I seriously have to go measure it.  and we are scheduled to get more snow tomorrow.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  No more snow.    Wish us luck on our drives to work. fun fun fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; miss ya,&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4346049280562108277?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4346049280562108277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4346049280562108277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4346049280562108277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4346049280562108277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/12/what-again.html' title='What Again'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4981430597057287199</id><published>2008-12-17T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:01:35.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Winter storm</title><content type='html'>So This is Wed.  We Finally have power,  We lost power sometime last Thursday, for a few hours, they actually did get it back on, but we lost it again in the middle of the night, We woke up Friday freezing. &lt;br /&gt;We are one of the fortunate people, we had a generator (from many years ago) so we at least had the bare essentials,  heat, water, and some lights.  We had a lot of mess to clean up. The gas stations, we're of course, raising up the prices "again" But they have us conditioned now to accept anything less than $4.00 a gallon. We went to buy a couple extra gas cans, and couldn't find them anywhere. By chance, we found a couple of "Blue" ones. Well again we we're just using them in this emergency crises. But for a 5 gallon container, 18.00.  I mean seriously, why do people have to make a profit on the unfortunate.  But I digress. &lt;br /&gt;What have I learned over the last 6 days?, Well I learned that there are many people less fortunate than I, I felt bad for anyone that didn't have at least a small generator. It was very cold some nights, and pipes, I'm sure, we're freezing and breaking. The temperature finally got above freezing, thank god, or many more people would have went to the hospitals.  &lt;br /&gt;So My life lesson, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; take for granted, what you do have, it could, by some means, be taken away from you in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;In any crises, be thankful for everyone that is working to make things correct. Know that they are doing the best they can do. Get to really know your neighbors, so in case they need you or you need them, they can, maybe, at least be there to help, and vise/versa. &lt;br /&gt;On the up side of things,  &lt;br /&gt;We finally have full power back and cable and internet, and what happens, We now have the first "real snow" of the season.  But that's cool, for the first time this year, David, Deanna &amp; I will take or first walk in the new fallen snow tonight, "our tradition. (moon light on new fallen snow is beautiful &amp; priceless) &lt;br /&gt;So to everyone we will say bye for now,  &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4981430597057287199?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4981430597057287199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4981430597057287199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4981430597057287199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4981430597057287199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/12/first-winter-storm.html' title='First Winter storm'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2969103058437925413</id><published>2008-11-26T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:46:48.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>From our family to yours.&lt;br /&gt;  We hope you have a wonderful thanksgiving. We hope to hear from all of you soon. &lt;br /&gt;As always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~Nancie &amp; David, Dee &amp; our pets Brownie, Crystal, Oweo, Angel, Midnight, &amp; Josie. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2969103058437925413?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2969103058437925413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2969103058437925413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2969103058437925413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2969103058437925413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-7716166219671083985</id><published>2008-10-26T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:26:55.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>Well Deanna's halloween party went off pretty much without a hitch.  We all know that when you invite 20 people only 1/2 show up for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;They had pizza and the whole front yard lit up, with the strobe light going off inside, I am positive the neighbors were thinking, what the heck?. All in all it was a fun party. Everyone dressed up, including David and I. No pics guys sorry. (My camera battery was dead) &lt;br /&gt;Deanna had picked up a trophy for the winner with the best costume. She tied with her friend Crystal. I picked the Crystal as the winner. (The hostess can't win.) &lt;br /&gt;So Halloween is this coming Friday evening, so I will have another blog then, and after that, Well it's David's Birthday, still another blog. &lt;br /&gt;Take care and until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Happy Haunting~&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-7716166219671083985?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/7716166219671083985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=7716166219671083985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7716166219671083985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7716166219671083985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-6585834500870465018</id><published>2008-10-22T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:37:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well Deanna's favorite holiday is coming. She has decorated outside, the graveyard is up, the walkway is lined with skulls, there are things that scream when you pass them, bats flying around, people in cages shaking and screeching, this year she even got the graveyard attendant to stand guard all night so the skeletons don't get out of the graveyard. David had to help, he is our technician, this year we add Thunder and lightning, with many many scary sounds. Can't wait to see reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanna is also having a halloween party this coming sat. she has our formal living room all decked out. A 30 inch spider on the wall over the fireplace, a huge web for this spider, that goes from ceiling to floor. Bats hanging from the ceiling, a strobe light that makes everything like WOW. Bloody hand prints on my mirror and balcony doors. Skeletons lights. A row of bats will be hanging from the ceiling as you come up the stairs.  She will even have Rat gummy candy.  It is totally amazing what people will come up with.  I will have to post pics of this stuff after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post.  Happy Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;and take care&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-6585834500870465018?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/6585834500870465018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=6585834500870465018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6585834500870465018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6585834500870465018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-3555172850595093798</id><published>2008-10-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:22:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I apologize to all of those out there that have been following.  It certainly has been awhile since I've posted anything. &lt;br /&gt;  We definitely have been busy. We had a very fun mini vacation (just overnight). We went to upstate New York, to a place called Howes Caverns. It was a little tedious getting there, it was late when we were arriving and we had no idea where we were going. &lt;br /&gt;So here we were in the middle of No where, with what seemed like shacks, I was afraid of what I had gotten us into. Then all of a sudden, a HUGE field appears, (looked like the sky when the heavens open after a rain storm, BEAUTIFUL) There was this HUGE Building, much wider than tall, it was the hotel. I might not say 5 stars but I think at least a 3 to 4.  It was very nice and cozy. So after finally waking up the night guard to let us into our room and give us our key, we are all hungry. (mostly me) So as David rests, (after a sinus infection about killed him, with the elevation and up and down hills) Deanna &amp; I run out with our trusty Nav to find a McPlastic. &lt;br /&gt;     Well let me tell you. The guard said it was only like 10 minutes away, our nav said 1/2 hour. Me, being me, listened to the nav. MISTAKE! We drove for a little ways, and stopped to get gas. I then asked Deanna to ask the guy standing outside if he knew where there was a McPlastic, Her response can only be matched by the cartoon "Tarzan" when the elephant, says "is this water sanitary" and then is told yes, and he says "well it looks a little questionable to me."  Well Deanna's response was "No WAY He looks a little questionable to me"  I smiled, had It not been awkward to laugh in front of the guy I would have laughed out-loud. &lt;br /&gt;Moving forward. I asked the man myself. Finding that he was a very pleasant man, well to me a kid, which is what we learned of most of the people in that area. (typical backwoods country folk) (Awesome)&lt;br /&gt;   So we made a u-turn and finally found the McPlastic.  Drove back to the hotel and ate, at like 11:30 at night.   &lt;br /&gt;   We got up the next day.  Got ready and went to have Breakfast and the local diner, it was quaint and really busy, but none the less, it was good food.  &lt;br /&gt;   So all of this leads up to our day.  Going down an elevator to the caverns, where we learned all about the caves and how they we're founded.  And we did learn that they use the caves to age cheese, and beer, Neat. No we didn't sample any. All in all it was a very fun day.  As soon as I can pick out some of the pics off of David's camera, I will post a few of them on our gallery.  or a couple on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time. Take care and feel free to leave comments We love them.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-3555172850595093798?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/3555172850595093798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=3555172850595093798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3555172850595093798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3555172850595093798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2689456288558320461</id><published>2008-09-10T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:11:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another moment of sorrow</title><content type='html'>Another moment of sorrow for our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eulogy for Dona A. Dugal&lt;br /&gt;by David G. Dugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paraphrase Winston Churchill, Don Dugal was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.  He was, at times, both compassionate and stern, a leader in his field and wary of new technology, patient and fun-loving as a father, and meticulously precise in his professional career.  Don was many things to many people; a jack of all trades and a master of most everything he attempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Puleo, author of “Getting Home Alive”, had this to say about his experiences working with Don at The Auto Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don and I worked in two garage bays adjacent to the body shop.  On my first day, someone in the parts department warned me that no one had ever been able to get along with Don.  What a way to begin a job.  I quickly learned that Don’s problem, if one could call it that, was that he didn’t suffer fools lightly and was fully prepared to let them know it.  He is also the best mechanic I’ve ever met and it is to him that I owe most of what I know about how cars really work.  Over the time we worked together, he became a good friend and I am always pleased that our paths occasionally cross.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some may have considered his renowned lack of patience as a curse, I and many people learned to appreciate and accept it as a characteristic of any genius.  So precise and meticulous was he in his craft, that any deviation from the right answer was clearly a waste of time and effort.  Over the years, through sharing time and projects with my dad, I found the unique wisdom in removing the improbable and focusing only on the logical conclusion.  I truly believe I owe all of my technical and troubleshooting abilities to his singular philosophy and quest for the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Joe said, he never suffered fools and always spoke his mind, even if it got him in trouble or alienated him.  He mostly saw things as black and white, but always made his choice intelligently and stuck to it.  My sister, Diane, was just commenting about how he taught her to tell how fast a car was going without looking at the speedometer and could often diagnose a problem with a car engine without even opening up the hood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, Don was very lucky to find his passion in cars.  He was also true and fair in his dealings with others.  He never took advantage of anyone, selling cars for what he put into them, and giving free advice about auto repair to anyone that happened to visit.  I recall how every Saturday, Dad would be working on his current project du jour and at least a half-dozen friends would swing by to see how he was doing, then proceed to ask for consultation on their own automotive ailments.  He used to quip that if he’d charge for all his advice, he’d be a millionaire by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal front, he also gave me excellent advice about pursuing my vocation.  Instead of following his lead and taking up auto mechanics, he suggested that I reach for higher technology and get into the Electronics curriculum at Davies Vocational High School.  That small, but surgically accurate advice eventually lead to a degree in Electrical Engineering at URI and a series of high tech jobs.  I can publicly affirm that I would not be where I am today without his guidance, and will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Diane really got to know him over the last year or so, as his condition progressed.  He had called Diane while he was in Hospice, and in a somber tone stated how much he loved the two of us, and how proud he was that we were so successful.  He said that he really thought my fiancée, Nancie was good for me, and that he was delighted I found someone to take care of me.  As always, he was right on the money, and I couldn’t agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said recently that the last Father's Day we all spent together was the best one he ever had.  Maybe he was too proud to make the first step to get closer to us, but we both thank God that we were given that chance.  Every moment we spent with him was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a good man, a kind soul, an outstanding father, and a mechanical genius.  He will truly be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2689456288558320461?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2689456288558320461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2689456288558320461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2689456288558320461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2689456288558320461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/09/another-moment-of-sorrow.html' title='Another moment of sorrow'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2025868940620586380</id><published>2008-09-08T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:10:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Man</title><content type='html'>Dona A. Dugal, 1930-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DUGAL, DONA A., 78, of Woonsocket and formerly of Pawtucket, passed away Saturday, September 6, 2008 at the Philip Hulitar Hospice Center, Providence. He was the husband of Pauline (Beaudry) Dugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Pawtucket, he was the son of the late George and Jennie (Clausse) Dugal. Mr. Dugal was a mechanic for the Auto Show of Seekonk, MA for several years, retiring in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides his wife, he leaves his former wife, Dorothy (Wunschel) Dugal, a son, David Dugal of New Hampshire, a daughter, Diane Bynum of Cranston, three step daughters, Donna Bell of Pawtucket, Kim Marie Bell of New Hampshire, and Tammy West of Pawtucket, two sisters, Mary St. George of Pawtucket, and Frances Borges of Pawtucket, and eight step grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dugal was one of the first mechanic's of Leonard Ink D.B.A. Auto Show of Seekonk MA, for over 30 years, Retiring in 1998. He also did some Modeling with Mr. Leonard through the Donahue Modeling Agency. Through the years Don had a LOVE for OLD CARS, He loved breathing new life into old cars that needed him, He could not pass a JUNK YARD without bringing one home. There are maybe 500 cars he has fixed for friends and family members that are still on the road today. Don also belonged to the Rolling Rhodes Car Club, The Drifters, &amp; the Four Seasons Rambler AMCRC Car Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2025868940620586380?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2025868940620586380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2025868940620586380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2025868940620586380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2025868940620586380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/09/wonderful-man.html' title='A Wonderful Man'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-3975504447684340863</id><published>2008-09-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:14:28.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about AWESOME</title><content type='html'>All right..  So I've never really heard opera before, let alone a musical opera.  David introduced me to Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;My God is was truly beautiful.  Emmy Rossum (Christine Daae is her stage name) has one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXDonUxBxig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXDonUxBxig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It is utterly spectacular. Her voice is like nothing I have ever heard. &lt;br /&gt;She does is so effortlessly.  &lt;br /&gt;So if your reading this, you must, &lt;b&gt;you must&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU MUST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; rent, or better yet, purchase this movie.  My daughter, Deanna, even watched it and liked it. &lt;br /&gt;  I have the CD in my car and listen to the music often. The songs are stuck in my head, I am constantly humming the tunes, as I could never hit some of the notes she hits. &lt;br /&gt;The Phantom (Gerald Butler) was also a very good singer, and did a beautiful job. I have to say, of all the things we could have watched. This was by far one of the best.  &lt;br /&gt;  Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and please leave comments about the phantom of the opera if you get to watch it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-3975504447684340863?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/3975504447684340863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=3975504447684340863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3975504447684340863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3975504447684340863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/09/talk-about-awesome.html' title='Talk about AWESOME'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-8985211943682861874</id><published>2008-08-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:11:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; So now that I've finally gotten some feedback on my blogging, I can promise not to use so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;"smilies" in our blog&lt;/span&gt;.  I apologize for any head spinning that I've caused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up today to a potentially dreary rainy day.  We we're to go to a Viper event, but alas, because of a sinus headache, we didn't attend this one.  Next week we will.&lt;br /&gt;So to pass the time I cooked a nice breakfast of hash browns, sausage and Cinnamon French toast. Yummy...   And we ate out on the deck.  Low and behold absolutely no clouds in the sky. "go figure"&lt;br /&gt;So we actually have had a very nice relaxing morning with tunes included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to let the Kitty's out on the deck with us. They did well until Brownie decided to slip through the railing and go down the stairs, which we had a gate acrossed, (didn't deter him much) So then we had to put them inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I think we're going to do a ferret photo shoot.  I can't wait to post some pictures, a couple on here, and the of course an album on our gallery.  I'm very excited about this. David takes beautiful pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hopefully soon we will be posting pics of Deanna, She just had her Senior portraits done. She looked beautiful.  I loved the ones done inside, the outside we're ok but not like spectacular, I'm going to have David take some of her all dressed up. &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll post some of them. &lt;br /&gt;For now I'm going to go and set up the room for the ferret shoot. &lt;br /&gt;Take care and I'll post again soon. &lt;br /&gt;Please leave comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-8985211943682861874?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/8985211943682861874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=8985211943682861874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8985211943682861874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/8985211943682861874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/08/smileys.html' title='Smiley&apos;s'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2029277774076505749</id><published>2008-08-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:31:39.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>Well hello again, we just took a trip to St. Marys, the place where our grandson lives.  We did get to see him but the trip was about my best friend Stacy. &lt;br /&gt;  Her &amp;amp; I went to her parents grave and I said my goodbye's. I picked up a gift for David's mom.&lt;br /&gt;    We also went to my parents grave &amp;amp; put up a white picket fence with flowers. Well I supervised, Shannon &amp;amp; Deanna did all the work.  They did a beautiful job.  After I upload the pics off my camera I'll put a couple on here.&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded over to my best friend Stacy's house. We Grilled out on their deck, &lt;br /&gt;We stayed until almost midnight and had a small campfire and had smore's well I think we just roasted marshmallows and ate them, and then ate the chocolate bars.  It was very very nice to spend time with her and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we made our way home.  8 hours of driving. David did the first stretch, I did the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;We found the ferrets in good shape when we got home.  The kitty's were anxious to see us, they wanted petted and payed attention to.   We did but we also had to let the ferrets out.  So it was a very long day. Other than that,  things are going great. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2029277774076505749?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2029277774076505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2029277774076505749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2029277774076505749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2029277774076505749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/08/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4644695486657997536</id><published>2008-07-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:12:58.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braeden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SHtYmsMy7hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yqKMO72MsF0/s1600-h/DSCN0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SHtYmsMy7hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yqKMO72MsF0/s320/DSCN0997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865614589324818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talk about our grandson, well finally I can insert pictures so, here he is.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/224.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/98.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Feb. of 2008, 3 months short of him being 2 years old. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/107.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just adorable? &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/92.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a tall boy, already 35 inches.&lt;br /&gt;This is at the pool where we stayed. His Godmother, Deanna is behind him.  (I apologize for the red eye) As time goes on we'll have more pictures posted. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/112.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little about Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;.  He is very smart. He already can count to 15 by himself, and is now learning to say his numbers in Spanish&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/234.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He can also say his ABC's.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture of David &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt;, We were in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SHtciEQiv9I/AAAAAAAAABY/uhUXxInoD5U/s1600-h/DSCN1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SHtciEQiv9I/AAAAAAAAABY/uhUXxInoD5U/s320/DSCN1370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222869933194657746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both worn out when they got done.  But they had fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braeden&lt;/span&gt; now loves chain link fences, so he can run a stick across them. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/84.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;  the innocence of youth. They remind us of this each time you see their eyes light up at the sight of a butterfly, or the taste of something new. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/176.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or when they look into your eyes and say "I'm sorry" &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/115.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for something they really didn't do wrong.  Enjoy them when they are little because time&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/230.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just keep marching on and they grow up quickly as we all do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time, Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4644695486657997536?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4644695486657997536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4644695486657997536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4644695486657997536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4644695486657997536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/07/braeden.html' title='Braeden'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SHtYmsMy7hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yqKMO72MsF0/s72-c/DSCN0997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4229023960700654332</id><published>2008-07-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:18:10.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie/Ferrets</title><content type='html'>We saw another movie,  another must see.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/88.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTED, it was like totally awesome, little more blood than I care to see&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/122.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but none the less, awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/98.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ferrets are doing well, and growing up fast. They absolutely love &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/181.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to Tunnel through everything and anything they can fit through.&lt;br /&gt;Angel (the albino) is still as "evil" as ever&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.net/img/17/1791.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Josie (beige one) still looks like popcorn when she plays. Jumping out of boxes and she is so cute&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/cats/04.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Midnight, (black sable) still is a biter, she may look all innocent behind that mask, &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/235.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but don't let her fool you&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/cats/32.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she can be more evil than Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, one moment they are right beside you playing, the next they are gone, &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/224.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vanished, they all of a sudden, you feel yourself getting jumped on by those razor sharp claws of theirs&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/123.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Then to top it off they just look at you, as if to say, "what did I do&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/231.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?" Then you just laugh. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/201.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they gang up on you, why it's like "WHAT??"&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/216.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is another day in our lives.  Take care and we'll keep you posted.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.net/img/24/2467.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4229023960700654332?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4229023960700654332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4229023960700654332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4229023960700654332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4229023960700654332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/07/movie.html' title='Movie/Ferrets'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-1077178668459818898</id><published>2008-07-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:20:01.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-1077178668459818898?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/1077178668459818898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=1077178668459818898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1077178668459818898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1077178668459818898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/07/cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2554068362770252420</id><published>2008-07-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:02:10.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>We have sad days also.  Yesterday we lost a very nice woman in our lives. Her name is Lavonne, I say is, because in the hearts of those that loved her, or have even met her, she will always be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a tremendous impact on my live. I never knew how much her passing would effect me. She was so much like my own mother. Happy, Carefree, Wise. She always wanted to make people happy. She did everything for her children &amp;amp; grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter is my very best friend in the world. Stacy if you read this, I'm right here with you in prayers and thoughts. To your whole family, I can't even begin to express the sympathy that I give to each of you. One thought, She will now be with your dad, as she always loved to be, and someday, we shall all see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lavonne, if for some reason you can read this, It is to you that I give much thanks, you gave me back a motherly presence in my life again. It seems like it wasn't much, but it was more than I ever dreamed I would have again.  To God I give thanks for letting me have known such a wonderful, caring, loving woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2554068362770252420?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2554068362770252420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2554068362770252420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2554068362770252420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2554068362770252420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/07/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-7411162897558502655</id><published>2008-06-30T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:33:36.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>All right so, Wall-E this is a must see movie, &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/98.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; surprise ending!! &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/96.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have younger kids or if your a kid at heart, go go go&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/113.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see this. Funny yet exciting in places,&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/107.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sometimes you wanted to cry!&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/118.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But over-all a wonderful movie.  For a G rating it was great.  &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/146.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make it something to do for the weekend, family event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/alexander.gif" alt="" title="Alexander" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/104.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/alexander.gif" alt="" title="Alexander" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/alexander.gif" alt="" title="Alexander" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-7411162897558502655?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/7411162897558502655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=7411162897558502655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7411162897558502655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7411162897558502655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5262743548629763557</id><published>2008-06-29T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:44:04.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><content type='html'>Hey!! &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/224.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     We're off to see a movie!!!!    &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/113.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I, personally, can't wait.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/202.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might drive David &amp;amp; Deanna nuts. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/151.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  As this is a fun movie.  I think David told me &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/wall_e/"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome movie, at least according to RottenTomatoes.com &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/168.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Just click on the little Wall-E and it will show you.  I think it said 96 or 97 %. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/112.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh I just double checked, 96%.  I am still very excited to go see it, I can't set still. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/96.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hey all of you should try this new Smiley collection,  We just got some new smileys, &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/107.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however they don't quite work on blogger yet, &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/120.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, David is on the case!&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/88.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where or where would we be without our David? &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/216.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pray we will never know.  I do know that we will never know.  To you David &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/183.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I forgot we did watch a movie last night, here at home.  It was called Sweeny Todd.&lt;br /&gt;Little icky if you ask me, but most people like that stuff.  It's a musical,    &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/cats/89.gif" alt="" title="Really?" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            I couldn't believe it, but there it was, a gory musical. It was pretty good with a surprise ending, so if you want to rent it, it is at least worth watching, not for little kids,  &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/123.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/207.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but for adults and teens, it's fine. &lt;br /&gt;So for now it's off again.  and onto the movies.  I will re visit again and let you know about the movie Wall-E. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/203.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful night,&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5262743548629763557?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5262743548629763557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5262743548629763557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5262743548629763557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5262743548629763557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5806147679979095976</id><published>2008-06-24T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:04:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smileys</title><content type='html'>Let me mention that when someone loves you, the way David loves me, they will do anything for you. He must have spent 2 hours or so, between laptops, and our big pc, trying to install some new smileys for me. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/199.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do so much!!! &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/220.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can put these anywhere!  In e-mails or on "my space" or well like I said anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I personally could not have done this.  When it comes to the computer I'm blind as a bat. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/218.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just look at David and say please. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/love2/06.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   He is a very wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next on our lives, We got to use our new deck!!!   &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/202.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a cook out       &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/229.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         on Saturday with Deanna &amp;amp; her boyfriend&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/237.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/237.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers &amp;amp; Hot dogs, from our infamous butcher shop! &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/88.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and chips &amp;amp; such, of course, who has a BBQ outside and doesn't have chips??? &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/151.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No one should. Anyway we did have a very nice time. The weather was just perfect &amp;amp; best of all No bugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else happened?? &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/150.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Yes, now I remember, David &amp;amp; Deanna did, what they call, an Impulse buy!!  (which is something they do a lot)&lt;br /&gt;She blames him &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/137.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he blames her&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 27px;" src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/136.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as they try to explain it to me &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/102.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah no biggie! So anyway they brought home, "Super Soakers" They thought I would get mad, I   just rolled my eyes      &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/110.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    and later got them wet instead. Well Deanna &amp;amp; her boyfriend anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday rolled around and it's back to work &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/206.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll get through it, we're tough But the weekend goes so very fast.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/207.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're back to the old grindstone, David at his job and myself at mine. Take care to our on lookers remember to let us know when you stop &amp;amp; visit. Leave comments or just say hello.&lt;br /&gt;Take care until next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5806147679979095976?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5806147679979095976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5806147679979095976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5806147679979095976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5806147679979095976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/smileys.html' title='Smileys'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-1703309228734756429</id><published>2008-06-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:32:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Well It's been about a week, and the other 2 ferrets went to the vet this past wed. That was fun, Midnight was literally an angel, she didn't bite or fidget at all, the vet was amazed, and said that she couldn't  be a ferret, well then he examined Josie.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/88.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nothing like her sister. She was biting, and scratching, and when they took her temperature, guess what?, she truly did not like that. They couldn't get her temperature as well you guessed it she pushed it out,&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/207.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and decided to go to the bathroom right then and there. She surprised all of us! And me I just sat there apologizing for the ferret. wow!!!&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/123.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do that???  I'm learning!  If there are people out there that do this, for the first time, I am now one of you. &lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/211.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this our ferrets are growing up healthy, we have not figured out which one is going to be the "Alpha" yet. Seems to still be up for grabs.  So we shall keep you posted on their progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/168.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we shall be barbecuing on our "New" back deck, the old one was smashed up by this past wonderful winter weather we had out here in our neck of the woods., However we are looking forward to evenings of stars and relaxation.  We can't wait!!&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/163.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now this is another blog, with no smiley's! Maybe I'll insert those later, right now it's time to spend mother daughter time with my youngest.&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/237.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and stay tuned, for "Our Lives"&lt;a href="http://www.postsmile.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.postsmile.com/img/emotions/102.gif" alt="" title="" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-1703309228734756429?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/1703309228734756429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=1703309228734756429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1703309228734756429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1703309228734756429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-1053915600382393377</id><published>2008-06-09T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:56:23.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 White Weasels..  Yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE20y6PylfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nG2aHm2bcBA/s1600-h/Crystal+%26+Angel+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE20y6PylfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nG2aHm2bcBA/s320/Crystal+%26+Angel+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210019130659476978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Crystal and Angel&lt;br /&gt;Crystal is on top and as you can see she has black eyes&lt;br /&gt;actually she has one red eye and one black eye.&lt;br /&gt;Angel is a pure albino, and this picture says it all!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-1053915600382393377?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/1053915600382393377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=1053915600382393377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1053915600382393377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1053915600382393377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/2-white-weasels-yikes.html' title='2 White Weasels..  Yikes'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE20y6PylfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nG2aHm2bcBA/s72-c/Crystal+%26+Angel+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5680685944035094091</id><published>2008-06-09T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:54:24.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE2xzGUHLnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qCdhuwae_kk/s1600-h/3+ferrets+at+play+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE2xzGUHLnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qCdhuwae_kk/s320/3+ferrets+at+play+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210015835363946098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok were going to try to insert pictures so you can finally see the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our 3 new Babies&lt;br /&gt;Introducing from left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, Josie &amp;amp; Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all teeth, this was thier play time.  we heard a lot of "dook dooking"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy We'll post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5680685944035094091?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5680685944035094091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5680685944035094091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5680685944035094091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5680685944035094091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SE2xzGUHLnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qCdhuwae_kk/s72-c/3+ferrets+at+play+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-7575657059551946087</id><published>2008-06-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:53:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferrets First Bath</title><content type='html'>I'm sure in a few years we'll look back at laugh at this &lt;img alt="The image “http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/dirtbox/pics/muttley.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/dirtbox/pics/muttley.gif" /&gt; .   Ferrets do not like to be bathed.  However if you hold or pinch them by the scruff of the neck they will fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://img172.echo.cx/img172/1552/sc0656ah.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img172.echo.cx/img172/1552/sc0656ah.gif" /&gt;   This does not hurt them in any way.   Now what we learned today is that ferrets that only weigh 1 pound a piece don't fall asleep.  Sometimes they yawn  &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/smilie/muede/c015.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/smilie/muede/c015.gif" /&gt;  but never actually fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know how many of you have bathed a ferret before, but they have very very very sharp little claws, &lt;img alt="The image “http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Valdis/sml/cwm31.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/Valdis/sml/cwm31.gif" /&gt;  and they feel like little razor blades. Ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Josie was the first to get a "bath" she didn't fall asleep, not even a yawn. So we gave her a bath, and while we were rinsing her off what do you think she did????&lt;img alt="The image “http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif" /&gt;  Can you guess? &lt;img alt="The image “http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your not gonna believe it, well maybe you will, your right she went to the bathroom in my sink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.onlinekosten.de/forum/images/smilies/doof.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.onlinekosten.de/forum/images/smilies/doof.gif" /&gt;  I hear David saying Uh Oh, and Deanna saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;.  Meanwhile I'm the one rinsing the soap off and using my bare hands.. (who do you think should have been saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Midnight, she was easier, she seems more docile than the others, but don't let her fool ya. She is a scrapper for sure. &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.curevents.com/vb/images/smilies/stirthepot.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.curevents.com/vb/images/smilies/stirthepot.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did fine with her bath, almost got David a couple of times but it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Crystal our older ferret, she will be 6 in January.  She was easy.  although she woke up too.&lt;br /&gt;Well next was Angel the albino.  She didn't fall asleep at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in fact just as I put the soap on her, she wiggled out of David's hands. &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.schildersmilies.de/schilder/ohmann.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.schildersmilies.de/schilder/ohmann.gif" /&gt; We finally got her done.&lt;br /&gt;All 4 ferrets, bathed and ready to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://friendsforever.foren-city.de/images/smiles/a084.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://friendsforever.foren-city.de/images/smiles/a084.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="The image “http://espacioforos.miarroba.com/21494/Caretos/clapping.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://espacioforos.miarroba.com/21494/Caretos/clapping.gif" /&gt; Now to get them back to the cage.  Which wasn't really hard at all.&lt;img alt="The image “http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being done, we were ready to just relax for a minute, as this was also the first day they were introduced to the whole house, this is another blog for another day..What????&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep you coming back for more, don't we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://smiles2k.net/smiles/big_smiles/super_smilies007.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://smiles2k.net/smiles/big_smiles/super_smilies007.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-7575657059551946087?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/7575657059551946087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=7575657059551946087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7575657059551946087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/7575657059551946087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/ferrets-first-bath.html' title='Ferrets First Bath'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-6156928018233958976</id><published>2008-06-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:11:00.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the weekend</title><content type='html'>Well I don't think were getting anything done this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you seen the weather for our area? My god it's only noon and Jiminy crickets it's already 91!!  &lt;img alt="The image “http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a377/skotroll/smilies/holycowsmile.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a377/skotroll/smilies/holycowsmile.gif" /&gt; (Holy cow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I will be taking a cool bath.  &lt;img alt="The image “http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p223/emma1974/Smilies/5ef83802-2.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p223/emma1974/Smilies/5ef83802-2.gif" /&gt; today.  Of course I might have to just   Take a shower &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.iheartpaws.com/forums/images/smilies/oregonian_showersmile.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.iheartpaws.com/forums/images/smilies/oregonian_showersmile.gif" /&gt; instead.  But that's ok, either way will keep me cool.  Of course then we have the AC so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the minutes it took for me to type this and put in the animated creatures it has climed 2 degrees for a high right now of 93 &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/wow.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/wow.gif" /&gt; I think we are staying indoors today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having lunch with our friends today, that will be fun, they have 2 children, and the little girl has daddy wrapped around her finger.   I'm sure that most Little girls do that to their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_5_17.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_5_17.gif" /&gt; All we have to do is say "Daddy can I" and usually it's done. Daddys will do anything for their little girls. &lt;img alt="The image “http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/hells/nelle/clever6613.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/hells/nelle/clever6613.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating we're off to the movies.  "Kung Fu Panda"  Sometimes it's just nice to watch something fun. We might be bored  &lt;img alt="The image “http://img117.exs.cx/img117/9585/q9crolleyes.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img117.exs.cx/img117/9585/q9crolleyes.gif" /&gt; , but we'll be together as a family and that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;So again take care. and we'll write more soon.&lt;br /&gt;toodles,  &lt;img alt="The image “http://yelims.free.fr/Coucou/Coucou24.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://yelims.free.fr/Coucou/Coucou24.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-6156928018233958976?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/6156928018233958976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=6156928018233958976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6156928018233958976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/6156928018233958976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/its-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s the weekend'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a377/skotroll/smilies/th_holycowsmile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5222035536367918444</id><published>2008-06-04T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:03:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2...  "What were we thinking"</title><content type='html'>Today was the first, of many, visits to the vet.  These guys look all innocent. &lt;img alt="The image “http://img184.echo.cx/img184/2055/catsiam2lv.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img184.echo.cx/img184/2055/catsiam2lv.gif" /&gt; sitting in their cage just playing. And then BANG!!! &lt;img alt="http://www.1130cc.com/forums/images/smilies/teu26.gif" src="http://www.1130cc.com/forums/images/smilies/teu26.gif" /&gt; They do not like shots. I think they look like this, &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/loewe.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/loewe.gif" /&gt; for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned today is that our Newborns are just like baby &lt;img alt="http://2ni2.com/emoticon/animal/gatos.gif" src="http://2ni2.com/emoticon/animal/gatos.gif" /&gt;, they nip and bite, they just don't purr, they make a sound like, well  it sounds like they are saying "took took" it is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, the 5 and 1/2 year old, has taken those 3 kits on as her own, she is now constantly cleaning them, Like she is their mother, they get tired and the next thing you know they are all getting sleepy, they look like this &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/gaehn3.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/gaehn3.gif" /&gt; . They soon fall fast asleep in their hammock all snuggled together &lt;img alt="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" src="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" src="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" src="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" src="http://www.2ni2.com/emoticon/serio/dormir2.gif" /&gt; , all 4 of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now we're going to turn out the lights and say good night.&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.radarforum.de/forum/uploads/post-40-1136729949.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.radarforum.de/forum/uploads/post-40-1136729949.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next blog.  Happy reading !!!&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5222035536367918444?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5222035536367918444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5222035536367918444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5222035536367918444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5222035536367918444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/part-2-what-were-we-thinking.html' title='part 2...  &quot;What were we thinking&quot;'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-553075979167990140</id><published>2008-06-02T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:15:46.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT Were We Thinking??????</title><content type='html'>OMG !!!  All we did was go to the mall....&lt;img src="http://img103.exs.cx/img103/2028/fie.gif" alt="Fie" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened..  There we were looking at the pets, having a nice time and the next thing I know we were holding those "Evil Weasels" &lt;img src="http://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/smilie/konfus/c010.gif" alt="Scratching Head 3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup you guessed it,  Little baby Ferrets. Wow now I don't know if any of you have had Ferrets before,  I've only been used to the ones that David &amp;amp; I have. A while ago we had to put 2 of them down because of old age, they lived 7 years, that's pretty awesome for a ferret, So we only had one left, Her name is Crystal, She is pure white with one black and one red eye.. Not quite an Albino.  Well Like I was saying we went to the mall, just to window shop they told me, HAA,  They Lied to me, I swear it was an ambush!!&lt;img src="http://img236.exs.cx/img236/9268/scratchchin6hy.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/schild/Blond-Moment.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanna with her cute smile, saying "Awwwww"  And David saying, "Well lets make sure they aren't ill tempered" then they made me hold one, Ya know they are the cutest things, and your heart just says Awww.  &lt;img src="http://ganjataz.com/01smileys/images/smileys/notfair.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We now have 3 new Additions to our family:  &lt;img src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/ringelrein.gif" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel, whom is a pure albino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midnight, Whom is a Black Sable (she looks like a racoon), and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josie, Whom is a Brown sable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;They are all so adorable,  They have introduced to Crystal, and of course Crystal has to dominate them, they are afraid of her still, but that's as it should be. I've never had "kits" before, They are very very cute, David says that's how they get ya!,  &lt;img src="http://www.portablegaming.de/images/smilies/help.gif" /&gt; They are demanding, and fun, and playful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.echo.cx/img215/5241/bouncingsmilie33nk5wp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day will be such a new experience, I can't wait to post pictures on our website.  Well We shall keep you posted on the New additions. Happy Reading  !!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://home.no.net/birgif/glis/signs-imgoingtostayhere.gif" /&gt;    and play with the new additions. I find I am in need of a sword, to ward off the little weasels &lt;img src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/florett.gif" /&gt; . Take care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-553075979167990140?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/553075979167990140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=553075979167990140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/553075979167990140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/553075979167990140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/06/what-were-we-thinking.html' title='WHAT Were We Thinking??????'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5716250601664144927</id><published>2008-05-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:56:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Daughter &amp; Grandson</title><content type='html'>Well it's Tuesday already. I'm just starting to get bummed, as I know our daughter &amp;amp; grandson are leaving tomorrow.  However today was much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up and cooking breakfast, for one of my best friends and hopefully a new very good friend, and Braeden comes down the stairs saying "Nana where are you" Ya know if you could hear him talk, he would make your heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.cosgan.de/images/kao/liebe/g025.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/kao/liebe/g025.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then he went through the routine that we all went through at 2 years old. Not wanting to get dressed, or eat, or do anything except what we wanted to do.  So we just left him run around, no hurry, Hey it's a mini vacation!  Finally after getting Bill &amp;amp; Michelle packed up and ready to go on there way to their next game in NY, Shannon &amp;amp; I "finally" get Braeden dressed and get into the car, (this only took about 45 minutes) &lt;img alt="The image “http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasticclap.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasticclap.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shannon asked to take Braeden to C.E.C. so we went, he was amazed to say the least. he looked at every game and ride and had to touch each one and say "what's that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8895/signquestion3xd.gif" /&gt; to some of them. One of the managers there, gave Braeden a balloon as it was his birthday, (he loved that) he also danced to the music. &lt;img alt="The image “http://img99.exs.cx/img99/8577/yupi3ti.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img99.exs.cx/img99/8577/yupi3ti.gif" /&gt; He was the hit of C.E.C. We came home and he was asleep before we got home.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was much fun for Dave. He is now getting "buff" what with doing all those "Braeden-ups" you know that exercise you get when you hold their waist and then they jump for 20 minutes on your lap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.forum.neue-buerger-roms.de/Smileys/Lots_O_Smileys/blob1.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.forum.neue-buerger-roms.de/Smileys/Lots_O_Smileys/blob1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that we all know what "Braeden-ups" are, I think Dave must have done well at least 200 on Sunday night and then about 600 Monday night, so I think he is set in the "buff" department for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_75.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_75.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braeden also thought that the "ferret" peanuts were to be played with outside the box instead of inside, Hmmm he is exactly like the ferrets, they think the same way!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://d21c.com/walpurgis9/happies/faces/064.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://d21c.com/walpurgis9/happies/faces/064.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So picking them up once wasn't good enough for "The Braed" he had to do that 2 more times, I think he was playing a game,  "me dump them out &amp;amp; you pick them up!" I didn't much care for that one, then to top it all off our Himalayan cat decided to get in the box and as he got out he carried the "peanuts" everywhere all over the house, at this point, I resign as the picker upper of peanuts, of course now they are everywhere, so I can't resign quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/hells/nelle/clever6613.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/hells/nelle/clever6613.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are now on our way out to dinner for "Steak" and my blog is done for today.&lt;img alt="The image “http://yelims.free.fr/IPB/Invision-Board-France-367.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://yelims.free.fr/IPB/Invision-Board-France-367.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed the reading. Feel free to leave comments, &amp;amp; drop by again.&lt;br /&gt;~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5716250601664144927?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5716250601664144927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5716250601664144927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5716250601664144927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5716250601664144927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/our-daughter-grandson.html' title='Our Daughter &amp; Grandson'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-4584516087087162070</id><published>2008-05-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:07:09.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Grandson</title><content type='html'>Yippee, Our Grandson is coming to visit.  All the way from PA.  We are soooo very excited,  He just turned 2 years old.  Wow  he is growing up very quickly,  I love it when he tells mommy "Talk to gramma"  An our daughter calls up and he says "Hi Gamma" Hey he's only 2 he can't pronounce those "r's" yet.  He will get there.  He loves to talk, I ask him where mommy is and he tells me in that very determined voice "No ME TALK"  and then "Hi Gamma" and then comes the "I wuv you gamma"  and of course my heart melts,  I just let him continue on, catching a few words here and there.  I thought motherhood was a wonderful thing, trust me stressful at times, (teens seem to do that to us), but none the less wonderful, when they give you a kiss or say those immortal words, I love you.  However, being a grandparent is even better.  You can spoil them and never really have to go through the stress.  It's pretty cool.  So for now this is our new blog.  I can't wait until after the weekend, I'm sure we'll have more pics on our gallery then or soon after.  He is growing up so very very quickly.  He is our little man.  &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next portion of "Our Lives"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-4584516087087162070?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/4584516087087162070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=4584516087087162070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4584516087087162070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/4584516087087162070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/our-grandson.html' title='Our Grandson'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-5040865745298552729</id><published>2008-05-08T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:25:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=8684453656997119247&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-5040865745298552729?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/5040865745298552729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=5040865745298552729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5040865745298552729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/5040865745298552729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/simpsons.html' title='Simpsons'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-2065673958622760983</id><published>2008-05-06T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:25:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daft Punk - Harder Bodies Faster Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Cva_sGN_0VA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Cva_sGN_0VA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a pretty incredible video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-2065673958622760983?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/2065673958622760983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=2065673958622760983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2065673958622760983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/2065673958622760983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/daft-punk-harder-bodies-faster-stronger.html' title='Daft Punk - Harder Bodies Faster Stronger'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-1405232739079051956</id><published>2008-05-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:09:04.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New New New</title><content type='html'>Well I now have a brand new blog page, wow!!!   Well if your reading this, be sure to watch, as now that I've learned to blog other than on "my space" there will fun things to read every so often.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and feel  free to  send a message or leave comments. &lt;br /&gt;~Nancie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-1405232739079051956?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/1405232739079051956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=1405232739079051956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1405232739079051956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/1405232739079051956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/new-new-new.html' title='New New New'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331591713633637118.post-3250586524367698255</id><published>2008-05-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:17:58.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahamas Cruise</title><content type='html'>Our vacation started out this past Monday morning at 4am &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/gaehn5.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.comicguide.net/images/smilies/gaehn5.gif" /&gt; when we had to get up to meet the limo driver at 5am.  I was good, but David and Deanna &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.radarforum.de/forum/uploads/post-40-1136729949.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.radarforum.de/forum/uploads/post-40-1136729949.gif" /&gt; ... well lets say they are not very talkative at that time of the morning.  We were whisked away to the airport where we learned that we had a delay, &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/apathetic.gif" /&gt; UGH!! Then finally off to Philly, &lt;img alt="The image “http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/8399/thumbsup4kk.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/8399/thumbsup4kk.gif" /&gt; where we had another delay. &lt;img alt="The image “http://www.schildersmilies.de/schilder/ohmann.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.schildersmilies.de/schilder/ohmann.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice when you have a short layover between planes, you have to run from one end of the airport to the other, and then when you have like 2 hours, you end up coming in right next to the terminal you are to fly out of???  I swear they just plan it that way &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.webssmilies.de/big/81.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.webssmilies.de/big/81.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally we were on our way to Orlando, FL, where we were picked up at the baggage claim and bussed off to our ship.  Yet another hour to sit. &lt;img alt="The image “http://img125.exs.cx/img125/2775/huelga3wl.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img125.exs.cx/img125/2775/huelga3wl.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;Let me ask you.  Have you ever felt very insignificant?  Let me tell you, looking at the size of this "boat" to say the least makes you feel that way.  To even believe that a 12-story hotel with 2 pools, 2 large hot tub jacuzzi's and 2 restaurants, plus a very large buffet with at least 3 different kinds of totally yummy food, &lt;/this&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/w00t.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/w00t.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/M477_void/av-1.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/M477_void/av-1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img alt="The image “http://zuppija.com/images/smiles/barbecue.png” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://zuppija.com/images/smiles/barbecue.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="The image “http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/b_ezee/smilies/FatGuy03.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/b_ezee/smilies/FatGuy03.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="The image “http://photobucket.com/albums/v602/deWelles/Omis/th_pepper00.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v602/deWelles/Omis/th_pepper00.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.pashweddings.com/weddingforums/images/smilies/pickle.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.pashweddings.com/weddingforums/images/smilies/pickle.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish, &lt;/this&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;Italian, American, and others, a full size restaurant that would put some of ours here on land to shame.  Many Kinds of Drinks. &lt;/this&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.foren4all.de/images/smilies/drinks_drunk.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.foren4all.de/images/smilies/drinks_drunk.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d189/dimebar_probably/Smileys/th_13_4_10.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d189/dimebar_probably/Smileys/th_13_4_10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;To even fathom that this 25,000 TONS of metal stays afloat, is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;Then you board her.  We had a balcony.  It was spectacular!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt;  You fell in love in a moment.  The pure calmness, the solitude, the smell of the water.  Then soon you are only surrounded by ocean.  I actually got to see dolphins off the balcony, only once and only for a moment, but it was a moment I will never forget. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hopeful.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun over the next few days,  On Cocoa Cay Island, we went swimming in water that was so clear, standing up to my chest in water, I could still very clearly see my toes.  I watched fish just swim by.  I got a video with my camera of the yellow and black stripped fish just swimming around.  A few hours and sunburns later, it was back to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were in Nassau, Bahamas.  Having the whole day, we went to a little island called Paradise Island, where they again put us on a little boat and took us to Dolphin Island. This is where, lets just say that Deanna got hit on by the dolphin and almost received a French Kiss from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://yelims.free.fr/IPB/Invision-Board-France-367.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://yelims.free.fr/IPB/Invision-Board-France-367.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;Any questions on this one, just message me and I'll tell you all about it.  We laughed so hard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/dirtbox/pics/muttley.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/dirtbox/pics/muttley.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this what="" m="" sure="" i="" looked="" so="" we="" are="" and="" finally="" arrive="" upon="" our=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day we just sat on our balcony, and enjoyed just watched the water pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset was absolutely gorgeous &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif" /&gt;!  Living on the East Coast you don't see the sun set over the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David got some very, very beautiful pictures.  You can go see them on our website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://gallery.dugal.org/main.php?g2_itemId=2483" target="_blank"&gt;http://gallery.dugal.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take me a couple of days to get our vacation pics up there, but we have many albums you can look at until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a wonderful, and beautiful vacation.  I loved every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions, all anyone needs to do is just message me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nancie ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1331591713633637118-3250586524367698255?l=blog.nancie-jo.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/feeds/3250586524367698255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1331591713633637118&amp;postID=3250586524367698255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3250586524367698255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1331591713633637118/posts/default/3250586524367698255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.nancie-jo.com/2008/05/bahamas-cruise.html' title='Bahamas Cruise'/><author><name>Nancie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556600473991532732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oCPdPBRvdJM/SB_XL7WGnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MgqnuF_1w_I/S220/_DSC2372+(small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y27/b_ezee/smilies/th_FatGuy03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
