<?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-1440334924394427780</id><updated>2012-02-07T10:22:03.939-06:00</updated><category term='USPS'/><category term='El Reno'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Howard'/><category term='Pony Express'/><category term='Cherokee casino'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='Enid'/><category term='Veterans Day'/><category term='Doobie Brothers'/><category term='mail carriers'/><category term='Dad&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Arcadia'/><category term='George Motz'/><category term='Rayna'/><category term='Firelake casino'/><category term='The Forgotten One'/><category term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><category term='train'/><category term='Bobby Murcer'/><category term='Oklahoma City'/><category term='Santa Fe'/><category term='Burger Day'/><category term='Stillwater'/><category term='Riverwind Casino'/><category term='Pat Walker Travels'/><category term='Geneva'/><category term='concert'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='POPS'/><category term='Tunica'/><category term='Scott'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Lucky Star Casino'/><category term='Hamburger America'/><title type='text'>LUV2GOSUP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-9163683484815555737</id><published>2009-03-29T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:02:41.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY AND SUNNY</title><content type='html'>What a difference a day makes in Oklahoma.  Today it is 65 degrees, calm and sunny.  We were to have the worst snowstorm of the winter on Saturday night and Sunday.  All predictions for Oklahoma City did not materialize.  Everyone was planning ahead and grocery stores were packed with shoppers.  I just knew I would not be able to get to the museum for my day of volunteering.  We saw a dusting of snow and the temperature did get down close to freezing but luckily the ground was too warm for anything to freeze and stick to the roadways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 35 visitors to the museum on Saturday, cold but enthusiastic.  Mostly the visitors were from out of state and they were happy to see the museum was open.  States represented were Nebraska, Arkansas, Indiana, Texas, and Oklahoma.  Everyone that visits leaves with awe and appreciation of the many artifacts housed in the museum and of the equipment displayed on the outside.  Last Saturday the visitor count was 298, but it was Spring break for many states.  The weather was warm and beautiful and families were taking advantage of the first days of Spring.  I am amazed that young boys are so knowledgeable about past wars and military equipment.  They have gained their knowledge mostly by playing computer games.  One family of a seven year old girl and a nine year old boy and their grandfather comes in every Saturday.  It is the girl's favorite thing to do with her grandfather and she heads to the small chapel.  The chapel is a consecrated chapel of Jewish, Catholic, and Protestant faiths.  At the back of the chapel is a stained glass window of a 45th Infantry soldier (Thunderbird insignia patch on his sleeve) on one knee, rifle in one hand and a bible in his other hand.  That stained glass window is beautiful and represents all soldiers on the battlefield.  There is a folding organ and altar for the Chaplain to conduct services with right out in the fighting zone.  I am in awe just thinking of religious services of all faiths being conducted on the battlefield.  That is one place where everyone must feel God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a visit from a friend from McAllen, TX on Monday.  We had never met but had been corresponding via instant messaging and e-mails for several months.  A friend had put us in touch with each other and we had been corresponding ever since.  We had a very enjoyable lunch at a local restaurant.  It was fun getting to know Tom.  He was in Oklahoma City visiting his son and family.  His visit was cut short because of the impending weather predictions.  He did not want to get snowed in and unable to return to his home for several days.  As it turned out, he did not have to leave so soon and it would have been nice to have visited with him once again before he left.  I have received instant messages from him and he did make it back home safely.  It is 700 miles from Oklahoma City to McAllen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family met last night to celebrate my granddaughter's sixteenth birthday.  Rayna seemed to enjoy the celebration and was embarrassed when the waiter staff came and sang to her.  She received several nice gifts and I believe fun was had by all that were there.  I think she expected the keys to a new car (ha).  Watch out world she will soon be driving on the streets and highways.  The food was delicious and her birthday cake (furnished by Kelly) was pretty, moist, and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson returned back to college today after having spent a few days with all of us on his Spring break.  He is returning back to a very deep snow.  I believe he said they had 15 inches of snow and I can just imagine how deep the snowdrifts are.  Ryan will be leaving to visit his friend, Jorge, in Honduras, the latter part of April.  I am thrilled he will be able to have this experience.  Jorge was on Ryan's college soccer team but graduated midterm and has already gone back to his home.  He is to return the latter part of April to attend his graduation ceremonies.  These two boys have made a lifelong friendship.  Jorge hopes to continue playing soccer on a pro team in Honduras.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day is ending (6:20 pm) I am thankful for experiencing good health and surrounded by good friends and family.  What a boring existence it would be without loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-9163683484815555737?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/9163683484815555737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=9163683484815555737' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9163683484815555737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9163683484815555737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-and-sunny.html' title='SUNDAY AND SUNNY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-536417013409119104</id><published>2009-03-28T06:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:00:58.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayna'/><title type='text'>SWEET SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwF7_sQeiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l08Ejv2m_rQ/s1600-h/balloon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317631788285196834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwF7_sQeiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l08Ejv2m_rQ/s200/balloon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwGBRHrEiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3YFLNuXioVo/s1600-h/bday+cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317631878862934562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwGBRHrEiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3YFLNuXioVo/s200/bday+cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rayna, when you were born sixteen years ago, I had no idea how much love I would feel for that little bundle of pink. When Grandma O, Grandpa George and I were at Baptist Hospital, awaiting your birth, never would I have believed that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCAx4Xe7I/AAAAAAAAARs/AfWiwR4xs8w/s1600-h/rayna+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317627472430726066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCAx4Xe7I/AAAAAAAAARs/AfWiwR4xs8w/s200/rayna+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;someone so little could capture my heart and soul as you did right from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I think you and I bonded from the moment I held you in my arms sixteen years ago on March 28th. I didn't know that a granddaughter could be so special, having never had a daughter of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone but me knew that the impending birth was to be a baby girl. As you know, I was hoping for you to be a boy. What joy I would have missed in life had you not been the one born on that day. It wasn't that I felt that I couldn't love a baby girl, but I had only had experiences with a big brother, two sons of my own and your big brother, Ryan (my grandson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Rayna Monet fits you so well, Monet being the name of a famous French Impressionist artist. His paintings are beautiful and colorful and so are you. You are a creative and artistic individual. You certainly are colorful with the changes in hair coloring from red, pink, blue, black, and purple, just to name a few. Whatever the new color is to be in the future, I know it will look good even to your granny. I don't always appreciate or understand your individualism, but I know you are a sweet, wonderful young lady beneath all the exterior colorings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCclP1IPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lCGCiwrWmyY/s1600-h/rayna+blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317627950075814130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCclP1IPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lCGCiwrWmyY/s200/rayna+blog+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a doting grandmother when you were a baby. I remember caring for you many days while your mom and dad worked. Some people even referred to you as being my shadow, since we were always together. At your Baptismal I stood in for your godmother and you were never more darling or cuter than that night dressed all in white for your baptism. Your mother and brother were also baptised that Easter Eve in Norman, OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved playing dress up and you were particularly fond of Dorothy from &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCvrY69iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/y9VhbUIKD2s/s1600-h/rayna+blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317628278142072354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwCvrY69iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/y9VhbUIKD2s/s200/rayna+blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Wizard of Oz. I bought you a Dorothy's costume and it transformed you into Dorothy!!!!. One evening we took you to a stage play at a local high school that was performing the Wizard of Oz. You were dressed as Dorothy and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDFCbCdWI/AAAAAAAAASE/0EzDSkuwXFw/s1600-h/rayna+blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317628645102220642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDFCbCdWI/AAAAAAAAASE/0EzDSkuwXFw/s200/rayna+blog+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when one of the actors of the play asked you your name, you replied with no hesitation "Dorothy." There were other characters that you dressed up as, such as, Cinderella, Snow White, Pocahontas, cheerleader, bride, gymnast, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDQ1CgmUI/AAAAAAAAASM/neG0GBMJRhs/s1600-h/rayna+blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317628847668107586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDQ1CgmUI/AAAAAAAAASM/neG0GBMJRhs/s200/rayna+blog+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and many others. We had all the costumes and you became that character when you were dressed in that costume. We also loved seeing you in your Easter clothing, hat included (what a little doll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were just a toddler, the Murrah Building here in Oklahoma City, was blown up by Timothy &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDhLeX6cI/AAAAAAAAASU/cajs8lQrg5A/s1600-h/rayna+blog+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317629128568465858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDhLeX6cI/AAAAAAAAASU/cajs8lQrg5A/s200/rayna+blog+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McVeigh, and your neighbor across the street, PJ Allen, was one of the toddlers in the day-care center that day. We were all saddened that horrific day. We have watched PJ mature into a handsome, young man and he is doing well. You were the same age as he was on that day and I am so thankful that you were not in that building and had to suffer as PJ did for several years after the bombing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another remembrance I have is when you baked in your Easy Bake Oven and you served your Grandpa and me cake and cookies that you felt so proud having baked them yourself. We had tea parties served in the little tea cups and saucers, really we know it was a soft drink and not tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SdPxs1-o-6I/AAAAAAAAATE/0zvZamTs3Ro/s1600-h/rayna+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319861337561037730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SdPxs1-o-6I/AAAAAAAAATE/0zvZamTs3Ro/s200/rayna+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You love all animals, especially your dog, Luke, and your horse, Bud. We were all extremely proud of you when you took horseback riding lessons and excelled enough to perform in the junior rodeo. Some of your first birthday &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDwRjmzII/AAAAAAAAASc/uGnGYZISxyY/s1600-h/rayna+blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317629387899063426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwDwRjmzII/AAAAAAAAASc/uGnGYZISxyY/s200/rayna+blog+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parties were at Ponyland and you and your guests had so much fun riding the various horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become a very good volleyball player and seem to enjoy the game and being with your teammates very much. You played some soccer but never seemed to enjoy it as much as you do volleyball. I love to see your enthusiasm and enjoyment the second you get on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful young lady you have grown up to be. Today as you celebrate your "Sweet Sixteen" birthday, I want to tell you how very much I love you. Happy Birthday to one of the "Joys In My Life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-536417013409119104?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/536417013409119104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=536417013409119104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/536417013409119104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/536417013409119104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-sixteen.html' title='SWEET SIXTEEN'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/ScwF7_sQeiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l08Ejv2m_rQ/s72-c/balloon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-585070619154951590</id><published>2009-03-16T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:24:49.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howard'/><title type='text'>MY BIG BROTHER</title><content type='html'>Howard Gene was my only brother. He was born a few years ahead of me to our parents, Alfred and Esther. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/Sbhj6wwekkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pJ8fqQIq1Aw/s1600-h/al+esther+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312105621655294530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/Sbhj6wwekkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pJ8fqQIq1Aw/s200/al+esther+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could not pronounce Gene and so as a young child, I called him "My Sheen". Somewhere along the way he became known as "Sonny" to everyone but me. Our sister, Janice, was born fifteen years after me, so Howard and I were the only siblings for many years. We had a very good brother/sister relationship and I looked up to my big brother for help in everything. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhkaBpbqoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/V4TLhU79VCE/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106158765091458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhkaBpbqoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/V4TLhU79VCE/s200/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were both in high school at the same time and I will never forget his Model A Ford Coupe that he drove us to school in each day. Now don't jump to conclusions that we were that old --- we were not!!!! We were just lucky to have any vehicle at all. I wish I had that vehicle today. We had so much fun riding to school in it. It shimmed and shook but always got us to our destination. Howard was a member of the football team and was the envy of the football team with his Model A. All the team members wanted to ride in it, the car even had a rumble seat. The car was painted red and black, our school's colors. Each day our Dad gave us fifty cents for gasoline (those were the good ole days in many ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my brother had many cute high school buddies that would come to our house. I was just a kid sister and fell for each of them, but none of the boys even looked my way and they gave me no attention at all. But I sure looked their way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/Sbhkw3Np1wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zxqLmNydanM/s1600-h/howard+baby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106551101216514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/Sbhkw3Np1wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zxqLmNydanM/s200/howard+baby+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard went onto marry Roberta (now deceased); &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhlFUmNLyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e0yGDZd5tvg/s1600-h/deb+dar+how+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106902586208034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhlFUmNLyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e0yGDZd5tvg/s200/deb+dar+how+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they had two daughters, Debbie and Darlene. (Howard on the left with first born daughter, Debbie). His marriage to Roberta ended and Howard continued to raise the girls and see them through their small town high school. The girls are grown and have their own lives now and both are in loving marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother loved to go fishing with his friends (he is the good looking fisherman on the left) and some of these &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhlfbIzEkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6VRX6axi_GI/s1600-h/howard+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312107351018508866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhlfbIzEkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6VRX6axi_GI/s200/howard+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same friends often got together to make music. I have a recording that they made. He also loved to play cards with friends, either in his home or theirs, and looked forward to the Saturday night card games. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhqI1HGivI/AAAAAAAAARk/eTEu9a2vdOg/s1600-h/OU-tex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312112460411865842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhqI1HGivI/AAAAAAAAARk/eTEu9a2vdOg/s200/OU-tex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard went to as many OU football games that he could, both at home and away. I guess his high school football playing days made him a football fan forever. George and I went with he and his first wife to the Texas-OU game. What fun we had that day at the Texas State Fair and the football game, but it was a long, silent drive home because Texas beat OU that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard married again and found happiness with Carol, two stepsons, and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhowZy3L9I/AAAAAAAAARM/HMaoUZ1B82I/s1600-h/howard+carol+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312110941250727890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhowZy3L9I/AAAAAAAAARM/HMaoUZ1B82I/s200/howard+carol+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a step-granddaughter. He also had his dogs that he loved dearly. His untimely death occurred on May 12, 1997. Carol was home from work that day, but had left to run errands, and upon her return, found him in his recliner. He had a heart condition and possibly the early signs of dementia. It was very sad to hear of his death. Many friends and family attended the service in Shawnee and he was buried in a beautiful cemetery in Shawnee, OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard had worked many years in the trucking business and had retired a few years before his death. He was a respected employee and well-liked by his employer and fellow employees. I can't remember him ever not working, starting right out of high school. One of his purchases after obtaining a few paychecks, was a television. Our home was a gathering place for relatives and neighbors, since we were one of the first to have a TV. As I recall, the test pattern was the best thing to watch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know life goes on after the death of a loved one, and there will always be a void in our lives after their death, but our memories of that person stay with us forever. I remember Howard with such affection and love. My first son carries the middle name of Howard. Today, March 16th, would have been my big 6'3" brother's birthday, and as I sit here typing this posting to my blog, I am thinking of "My Sheen" and remembering.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312111472928155554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SbhpPWco56I/AAAAAAAAARc/usge-HSBQYQ/s320/howard+dog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-585070619154951590?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/585070619154951590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=585070619154951590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/585070619154951590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/585070619154951590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-brother.html' title='MY BIG BROTHER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/Sbhj6wwekkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pJ8fqQIq1Aw/s72-c/al+esther+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5409836049670492542</id><published>2009-01-27T16:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:00:11.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY 2009</title><content type='html'>I started January off with a resolution to lose weight and I have been successful.  As of this date, January 27th, I have lost 8 lbs. and I am still losing.  I have 7 lbs. more to lose to get back to my September weight.  I have many more pounds to lose after I do get back to the September weight.  These birthday dinners and holidays do it to me every year.  Then comes the new year and I start the cycle all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has had its ups and downs.  The weather in Oklahoma has been very good up until yesterday and today.  We started out with rain turning to ice yesterday and today we are having all kinds of weather, thunder, rain, sleet, and snow.  There has not been an accumulation but driving conditions are treacherous.  We Okies are not prepared for winter conditions because the temperatures are above freezing most of the winter, but today it is 18 degrees.  Brrrr, it is cold!!!!!!  This weekend is forecasted to be in the 50's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been numerous birthdays of family and friends so far this month.  My brother-in-law, cousin (today), and nieces had birthdays, and my neighbors, Ellan and Chris celebrated their 10th Wedding Anniversary.  Congratulations to both of them.  They have been wonderful neighbors to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been a good month for some of my friends and their families.  My McAllen, TX, e-mail and instant messaging buddy's daughter, Jo Lynn, was hit by a car while bicycling with her son.  She was not injured badly but was taken by ambulance to the hospital.  She has an injured ankle and there is still swelling and pain.  The driver of the car turned left on a red light and hit Jo Lynn.  Luckily, her son was not injured.  My niece, Sara, had a second operation on her ankle and will not be able to return to work for several more months.  Sara was injured delivering mail when she stepped in a hole in a lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a Memorial at the 45th Infantry Museum on Friday for my good friend and co-volunteer on Saturdays.  Leon's death was a shock to the close knit volunteers and staff at the museum.  Although he had been in deteriorating health for several years, we still did not expect the end was near for him.  Leon brought donuts and rolls for the volunteers on Saturday and when he did not show up on Saturday with our weekly treat, we all started saying, "Where is Leon?"  Sharon, his wife, called with the bad news a few minutes later.  Leon had served as staff sergeant in the 245th Armor Battalion out of Healdton, OK, as a part of the 45th Infantry Division.  Much of his free time was spent volunteering at the museum where I met him.  His Memorial was beautiful and fitting for a man who had served in the military.  Taps was played (a bugle call that beckons us to remember patriots who served our country with honor and valor, it is the most familiar call and one that moves all who hears it). The American Flag, held by the military honor guards, was then folded into a triangle reminiscent of the cocked hat from the American Revolution and presented to his wife.  Leon, I will miss you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the last few days of January bring?  No one knows, so before it is too late, I want to tell all my family and friends how much I love them.  I wish I had told Leon how helpful he had been to me and how much I enjoyed working with him.  I am telling him now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5409836049670492542?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5409836049670492542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5409836049670492542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5409836049670492542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5409836049670492542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='JANUARY 2009'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6484065306259099456</id><published>2009-01-05T18:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:12:05.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR, NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>I am happy that the old year has ended and the new year is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a good year for a lot of us, but for others they are definitely looking forward to a new year and a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of my blogging friends were ill or had family members ill during the holiday season.  I pray that it is all behind them and once again all is well with them.  I especially hope Judy in Kentucky and her grandson, Thomas Wyatt, are on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a computer and blogger addict during 2008 and the computer has brought me so much pleasure and enjoyment.  E-mails and instant messaging have connected me to old and new friends all over the world.  It is a lot of fun to receive those e-mail jokes that you wonder who has so much time to think them up and the e-mails that inspire you to become a better person.  And there are also those that are educational.  Of course this year has been a banter year for political jokes, some funny and some not so funny, if they were about your own political party.  My son called this to my attention, since we differ in our political views.  The President Elect will be the brunt of these jokes during 2009 and years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been especially a good year for me.  My family and I have all experienced good health and the economy has not been as bad for us as it has for others.  My son and Kelly (his fiancee) did not marry in 2008 and everyone is wondering when and if 2009 will be the magic year.  It will be especially wonderful for me to know that Keith has found such a warm, loving and giving woman.  I couldn't have chosen a nicer person for my son.  Our family has known Kelly for approximately eighteen years, ever since her younger son, Kenneth, was a star on Keith's soccer team.  Keith coached the four year olds (both girls and boys) and my grandson and Kenneth were both on his team.  Kenneth became engaged during the holidays to a very nice girl.  Wow! Two engagements in one family.  Like mother, like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of company over the holidays and now that everyone has left and the Christmas decorations are boxed and stored, the house seems rather empty and lonely.  But don't misunderstand me, silence is golden!!!!! It is always such a relief when life gets back to norm, whatever norm is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started volunteering during 2008 at the 45th Infantry Military Museum and I have met so many courageous men and women who have been in the various wars and battles.  It has been such a pleasure to get to know them and to listen to their personal stories.  Many of their stories will never be told.  Some just cannot speak of the atrocities of war.  Recently there was a local TV documentary that highlighted one of our older volunteers (91 year old Army veteran).  I have the pleasure of working at the museum on Saturdays with him and I must say what stories he can tell. He was able to bring back some artifacts of Hitler's that are prominently displayed in the  World War II artifact display cabinet.  The museum exhibits items liberated from Hitler's Munich apartment, his alpine home and the Berlin bunker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my New Year's resolutions and they are the same each and every year, lose weight and exercise more.  So, today was the beginning of cutting back on eating and to begin walking at the mall.  I walked one mile in twenty minutes today.  I have eaten like a pig since Thanksgiving and have packed on unwanted pounds.  I will keep my resolutions, I will keep my resolutions.  Maybe if I say it enough, I can keep them.  Why do we let ourselves regain our old eating habits when we know what will recur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the Oklahoma tradition of eating black-eyed peas on New Year's Day.  The tradition says that eating them will bring you good health and prosperity during the year.  I should have a lot of each because I ate so much of them.  Did you have your traditional food on New Year's Day?  I wish you all good health, happiness and prosperity during 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6484065306259099456?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6484065306259099456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6484065306259099456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6484065306259099456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6484065306259099456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='NEW YEAR, NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6554005205433419349</id><published>2008-12-18T18:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:36:58.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LOVING MOM</title><content type='html'>Today is a remembrance of my Mom's birthday.  Had she lived, she would have been 97 years old today.  Esther Sadie was born in Mena, AR on December 18, 1911, to William D. and Eliza Adeline.  Her parents moved to the Owl Creek Community near the small town of Stonewall, OK and raised several children.  My Mother married my Father, Alfred A. on December 6, 1929.  They moved to Oklahoma City where they welcomed three children into their lives, Howard (deceased), Peggy, and Janice.  She was a loving mother and was liked and respected by everyone.  Her home was where the neighbors congregated for coffee, conversation, and a good game of dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom loved arts and crafts and was always doing ceramics, and trying her hand in the going fad at the time, like plaster of paris wall hangings, tea towel painting, embroidering, painting China dolls, etc.  She shared her homemade crafts with everyone (I have several that I cherish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the five grandchildren were born, Howard (2 girls), Peggy (2 boys), and Janice (1 girl), she was always offering to babysit and I often took her up on it.  She was the one I called on to care for my first son when I went to the hospital to give birth to my second son.  When Howard's first daughter, (Debbie) was born, Mom made her many beautiful handstitched silk and satin articles of clothing with tiny embroidered rosebuds.  She loved working with her hands and if she were not involved in some craft project, she was in the kitchen cooking.  My family enjoyed many home cooked meals with she and my Dad.  Her specialties were cream pies, fried pies, cream puffs, coconut cake and she always prepared the best Thanksgiving dinner, especially her dressing.  My sister, Janice, inherited Mom's craft and cooking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom developed crippling arthritis and was bedridden and in great pain the last years of her life.  She was unable to sit, walk, or even lift her arms to comb her hair.  Her hands were gnarled and especially painful to her.  My Dad was there to the bitter end caring for her and making her as comfortable as possible.  She kept smiling and never once did we hear her complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Mom on July 22, 1981, and it was a sad day for all of us.  Her great-grandchildren never got to know their great-grandmother.  We do try to keep her memory alive and this is the purpose of my posting to my blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Mom and know that you were dearly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Mom, we miss you so very much&lt;br /&gt;                               On every Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;                         And not just then, but every minute,&lt;br /&gt;                                Since you went away.&lt;br /&gt;                            You were the center of our lives&lt;br /&gt;                               Before your soul passed on;&lt;br /&gt;                           It's just so hard for us to believe&lt;br /&gt;                                That you are really gone.&lt;br /&gt;                          But we celebrate the life you lived&lt;br /&gt;                            And all the things you gave us;&lt;br /&gt;                          Our wonderful memories, Mom,of you&lt;br /&gt;                      Are the things that will comfort and save us.&lt;br /&gt;                        Please think of us, as we think of you&lt;br /&gt;                              With hearts so full of love;&lt;br /&gt;                           We're looking up at you, sweet Mom,&lt;br /&gt;                              As you look at us from above.&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                           By Joanna Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6554005205433419349?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6554005205433419349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6554005205433419349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6554005205433419349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6554005205433419349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-loving-mom.html' title='MY LOVING MOM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6016881862693596871</id><published>2008-11-25T19:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:51:12.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW</title><content type='html'>What wonderful memories I have of my deceased mother-in-law, Mame.  Today would have been her 111th birthday.  I was just seventeen years old when her son, George, married me in Oklahoma City and took me to Illinois to visit his parents.  They could not be at the wedding, so it was the first time they had a chance to meet me.  I was received with such warmth.  Her arms opened wide to embrace and greet me and until she passed away many years later, she always welcomed me with opened arms and love.  I have never met anyone that was more loved by everyone than Mame. She loved her children and grandchildren more than anything.  Her hobby of cooking was enjoyed by many.  She was always being asked to bake for different occasions in the small Illinois town where she lived.  My family's favorite food of all that she cooked was the chocolate cupcakes.  Absolutely no one could duplicate those delectable cupcakes.  It was a treat that all of her children and grandchildren grew to expect whenever they visited.  She always baked dozens so we could return home with some.  We knew we would not have anything that delicious until our next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law was a homemaker and never worked outside the home.  Her home was a real home where everyone gathered around the dining room table for their meals.  She never tired of cooking for her family.  She married my father-in-law in 1922 and he passed away in 1975 and together they had seven children.  My father-in-law owned and was editor of the small town newspaper in which they lived.  She did not live life without some burdens.  Her first child, a daughter, was mentally challenged and she devoted much of her energy and love to making this daughter become as self-sufficient as possible.  Patsy died in 1978.  One other daughter and a son (my husband) have since died.  If there ever was a mother more deserving of wings in heaven, it would be my loving mother-in-law, Mame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an exceptionally warm and sunny day here in Oklahoma City.  My brother-in-law and sister-in-law from Michigan arrived today for an overnight visit.  They are on their way to their winter home in Tucson, AZ.  I always enjoy having Ben and Lori and Maggie (their adorable and sweet dog) visit.  We have just returned from having dinner at The Olive Garden Restaurant.  Earlier today Lori and I went to Remington Park Casino where I did not break my streak of losing.  Lori won.  There is always a next time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson and his friend from Honduras are in Oklahoma City for their Thanksgiving break from college.  They, too, will be spending the night at my house.  The more, the merrier!!  They went  to the Thunder basketball game and saw the great basketball player Shaq.  Shaquille did not play tonight due to a hip injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be remiss if I did not comment that today, November 25th, was the day that President John F. Kennedy was laid to rest in the Arlington Cemetery after having been assassinated in Dallas, TX on November 22, 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will start my preparations for Thanksgiving dinner.  This year we will be having dinner at my son's house and our sweet, generous hostess will be Kelly, my son's fiancee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all who read this posting to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6016881862693596871?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6016881862693596871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6016881862693596871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6016881862693596871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6016881862693596871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/11/memory-of-my-mother-in-law.html' title='MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3366571898298158360</id><published>2008-11-11T23:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:36:48.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>VETERANS DAY TEARS (MINE)</title><content type='html'>How can you attend a Veterans Day Ceremony and not become emotional?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr9quQN9oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LMK6Mu7txVM/s1600-h/vet+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267801624575604354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr9quQN9oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LMK6Mu7txVM/s200/vet+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I had the privilege of attending such a ceremony at the 45th Infantry Division Museum in Oklahoma City, OK. Several hundred people attended including veterans from all branches of the Armed Services. It is heartwarming to see these former military men and women of all ages, and from all the wars, standing at attention and saluting or holding their hands over their hearts as the United States of America flag passes by. Grandchildren, children, wives, husbands, widows, and widowers were all there for one purpose and that was to honor their loved ones, many who did not return. This is a day that we all should show our gratitude to these veterans who unselfishly risked their lives for our freedom. I salute all those who served. As the keynote speaker said, "all gave some, some gave all." It was an honor to be among them.  Have you thanked a veteran today?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master of Ceremonies was Mike Gonzales, Curator of the museum.  The Governor's Own 145th Band played all Patriotic songs, the invocation was given by Chaplain (CPT) Jeremy Dunn, and the Veterans Day keynote speaker was Major General M. Wyatt III. Museum volunteers assisted in various capacities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a volunteer at the museum for several months and I am still in awe of the displays of the artifacts housed in the museum. There is a 15 acre park with all types of equipment used in the various wars. Inside the museum, there are 27,000sq. ft. of artifacts. The museum is the largest state operated military museum in the nation. Visitors come from all over the world to this museum. Last Saturday we had visitors from Brazil, Germany, Holland, and many from the U.S. Visitors return time after time to view these artifacts. My favorite displays are artifacts taken from Hitler's home, bunker, and apartment, the original cartoons done during World War II by Bill Mauldin, who was a member of the 45th, and did cartoons of Willy and Joe,two typical World War II GI's and the Reeves military gun collection. Other displays are too numerous to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 45th Infantry Division was organized in 1923 and their &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-I9VJcmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lAmbNzyeXD0/s1600-h/45th_Infantry_thunderbird.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802144018887266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-I9VJcmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lAmbNzyeXD0/s200/45th_Infantry_thunderbird.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;original insignia was the Swastika, an ancient American Indian symbol of good luck. The symbol became so closely associated with fascist socialism that it had to be abandoned as the insignia of the 45th Infantry Division. In 1939, the Thunderbird design was officially approved by the War Department. The document approving the design, which was to become famous in World War II and the Korean War, stated that the Thunderbird was a Native American symbol signifying "sacred bearer of happiness unlimited." This insignia is proudly worn by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-fTXLHGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dpAlhtOBOo8/s1600-h/freedom+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802527890087010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-fTXLHGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dpAlhtOBOo8/s200/freedom+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also present at the museum today was a representative from the Freedom Team. More can be learned of this team by logging on to FreedomTeamSalute.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting display to be at the museum for a few days was a Patriotic Quilt display. I have never seen such beautiful and original &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-w_Y7jRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KavYa1jQ6h4/s1600-h/quilt+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267802831766392082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr-w_Y7jRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KavYa1jQ6h4/s200/quilt+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quilts. You, too, can be part of the quilt tour. The quilts will tour the U.S. for 3 years to blanket America in Hugs for our Soldiers, Stitches of Comfort and promote love of God and Country. See www.HeavenlyPatchwork.com under Patriotic Exhibits for photos, entry forms &amp;amp; under Calendar for scheduled shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud American. God Bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3366571898298158360?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3366571898298158360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3366571898298158360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3366571898298158360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3366571898298158360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-tears-mine.html' title='VETERANS DAY TEARS (MINE)'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SRr9quQN9oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LMK6Mu7txVM/s72-c/vet+day+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8519849144996517527</id><published>2008-09-16T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:44:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVENTS IN MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>So many events have occurred in my life since I last posted on my blog on September 3rd. I will try and update everything that has occurred since that posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Scott, enjoyed my September 3rd posting on his birthday. Our family and friends enjoyed the baby picture of Scott and the picture of the two brothers together, one newborn and the other brother seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma City was a receiving location for Hurricane Gustav evacuees from New Orleans. A building formerly occupied by Lucent Technologies was prepared for 2,000 displaced people and their pets. My son, his fiancee and I went out to see the buses rolling in and actually talked to a very nice couple. The couple we spoke with thought Oklahoma City had prepared for them very well, all the necessities were being provided. They were very happy to be in a clean, safe place. Thank God the levees held and Hurricane Gustav did not devastate New Orleans once again. All evacuees were able to return to their homes in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 11th was the seventh anniversary (2001) of the terrorists attacks on America. From the horror of the attacks there is a fierce resolve that terrorism may wound, but will never defeat us. We will prevail over this catastrophic day. Memorials were held for those who lost their lives in the World Trade Center, Pentagon and Shanksville, PA. This act of terrorism has changed, not only America, but the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say that a friend of my late husband and me has passed away. Pat became a friend when she moved from California to Oklahoma City to be close to her daughter, Janie, my former daughter-in-law. Grandma "O", as we all called her, became a member of our extended family because she was the other grandmother of my two grandchildren. Pat had been suffering from the effects of emphysema and related illnesses for many years. She lived in OKC a short time before allergies forced her to move to a drier climate. She relocated in NM and close to her son and remained in NM until her health worsened and her daughter brought her back to OKC to care for her. Her health kept deteriorating and she spent her last days in the hospital and a skilled nursing center. Janie made many sacrifices to provide the care that her mother required. There were many sleepless nights to ensure that her mother had her breathing treatments, many trips to the doctors and hospital, and the daily care she provided for the comfort of her mother. It is not easy being a caregiver and we all have some remorse after a death that maybe we could have done more. Only God knew Grandma O's death was imminent. Grandma O and friend, rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson, who is going to college in KS on a soccer scholarship, has just broken the all time school's record of number of goals made. The former holder of the record returned early from his honeymoon to be there when the record was broken. Ryan didn't let him down. The game ball was given to Ryan and his teammates cheered for him. Since that game, he has made two more goals. Records are to be broken and I want to congratulate Ryan on his achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted on my blog, I have been out to eat many times, volunteered at the military museum, and took bus trips to casinos (finally came home with $52.00 more than I left home with.) I have met more interesting visitors to the museum. We have had visitors from Russia, Belgium, England, South Africa, and almost every state in the U.S. There is to be a reunion of the 45th Infantry Division's Association the latter part of this month and at that time I will meet many former military men who have been in the different wars or was a member of the National Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 14th was my son's fiancee's birthday. We had a delightful dinner at an Italian restaurant and lots of fun and laughter. Kelly's daughter, two sons and their girlfriends, Keith, Kelly and I were all together and I can't speak for everyone but I enjoyed myself immensely. Only one of Kelly's sons could not be there. He lives in another state too far away to attend. Of course, we sang (off tune) Happy Birthday to Kelly. The restaurant provided the dessert for Kelly and we all took a bite to join in on her celebration. Kelly is always giving to everyone and I hope we were able to provide pleasure to her in this small way. Birthdays are to be celebrated with the ones we love and there was a lot of love for Kelly at our table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8519849144996517527?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8519849144996517527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8519849144996517527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8519849144996517527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8519849144996517527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/09/events-in-my-life.html' title='EVENTS IN MY LIFE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8297877284906519704</id><published>2008-09-03T00:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:27:00.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3QrwHIiII/AAAAAAAAAMg/vzSbHlRr0Fk/s1600-h/bday+cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241574991396898946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3QrwHIiII/AAAAAAAAAMg/vzSbHlRr0Fk/s200/bday+cake.bmp" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my youngest son's birthday, my baby. Where&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3SsvbibuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/biq-eQm4QkU/s1600-h/scott+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577207417171682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3SsvbibuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/biq-eQm4QkU/s200/scott+001.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have all the years gone since he was a 7 lb. 4 l/2 oz. bundle of joy? His late father and I and his brother were happy to welcome Scott, the second son into our family in 1960. Our other son had been born seven years previously (1953). The first year of his life we lived in OKC near family, but his dad worked for the Santa Fe Railroad and was transferred to St. Joseph, MO, the home of the Pony Express and where Jesse James met his untimely death as the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3Se_f_dUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/j8kSt90oNds/s1600-h/scott+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576971212649794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3Se_f_dUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/j8kSt90oNds/s200/scott+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;story goes. After a couple of years his dad was transferred to Kansas City, MO and Scott entered kindergarten. Again, his dad was promoted and transferred and this time back to our roots in Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scott is now a strapping 6'3" 200 lb. something young man. His late father and I have always been extremely proud of him and his accomplishments. He went through &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3S0iJtUaI/AAAAAAAAANA/UOf3okx7Jc0/s1600-h/scott+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577341291680162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3S0iJtUaI/AAAAAAAAANA/UOf3okx7Jc0/s200/scott+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the public school system here in Oklahoma City and entered college on a baseball scholarship. He has never caused us one bit of trouble growing up, unless you call his obsession of Farrah Fawcett, when he was in high school, a problem. He purchased everything he could find &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3S84qoRNI/AAAAAAAAANI/ydCBZ3Tgz8E/s1600-h/farrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577484774294738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3S84qoRNI/AAAAAAAAANI/ydCBZ3Tgz8E/s200/farrah.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with her picture on it. I even made drapes for his room with her shown in her famous red bathing suit pose. Somehow we lived through that phase of his life. He has been through many phases since that early obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has always been a good student and his interest in history was, and still is, a big part of his life. He has lived in many different places and has always chosen the larger cities full of history. He has lived in Kansas City, Washington D.C., New Orleans, and now resides in Santa Fe, NM. Three years ago he was living in New Orleans, when Hurricane Katrina and the broken levee devastated that city. When Scott was forced to evacuate New Orleans, he had just two days earlier, adopted a cat named Lanie, and Lanie was left behind in the townhouse with ample food and water to last several days. Everyone thought they would be back into their homes within two days, but when the levee broke, it was anyone's guess when, and if, they would be allowed back in. Scott came to my home to stay, worrying every minute about his cat that was left behind. After &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3TG3oTs2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/w8cC5eGJ9_4/s1600-h/CIMG1111_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577656294814562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3TG3oTs2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/w8cC5eGJ9_4/s200/CIMG1111_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two weeks the residents were allowed back into their homes for a couple of hours and Scott expected the worst, to see his townhouse destroyed and his cat, Lanie, dead. But, miracles do happen and he found the townhouse almost like he had left it and Lanie well and food and water still remained for several more days. He found his office destroyed (he is a financial planner) and he decided to relocate in Santa Fe, NM where he resides today. With the latest Hurricane Gustav pounding New Orleans and other cities in Louisiana, Scott has watched all news accounts day and night. Many of his friends and business associates chose to remain in New Orleans after Katrina and his concern for them at this time is to be expected. After all, he has been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott now spends all his long weekends and free time visiting historical sites in and around NM and CO. He e-mails me pictures of his travels and weekend excursions and I feel I have traveled to those places from looking at the beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday and many, many more. I wish your dad were here today to tell you how proud he is of you and also to wish you a Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SCOTT&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3Q2J4wUjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HHLwIWh4224/s1600-h/balloon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241575170114605618" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3Q2J4wUjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HHLwIWh4224/s200/balloon.bmp" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8297877284906519704?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8297877284906519704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8297877284906519704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8297877284906519704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8297877284906519704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-babys-birthday_6741.html' title='MY BABY&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SL3QrwHIiII/AAAAAAAAAMg/vzSbHlRr0Fk/s72-c/bday+cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8308652429023542271</id><published>2008-08-31T11:09:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:14:32.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail carriers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pony Express'/><title type='text'>NEITHER SNOW NOR RAIN NOR HEAT NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrhei0v0KI/AAAAAAAAALo/n-cipz9PgV8/s1600-h/mail+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240749031259361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrhei0v0KI/AAAAAAAAALo/n-cipz9PgV8/s320/mail+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contrary to popular belief, the U. S. Postal Service has no "official motto." Actually it is just the inscription found on the General Post Office building in New York City, having been put there by the architects who designed the General Post Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail carrier assigned to delivering the mail in my neighborhood, in my opinion, is a saint and a friend. No matter how cold, how hot, how icy, how rainy, and how uncomfortable he might be, he delivers my mail with a smile and a "hello." Sometimes he brings those dreaded monthly bills, but oftentimes he delivers those letters or greeting cards that we all love to receive. E-mails just &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrhpK7avUI/AAAAAAAAALw/7RJv-q0FK1E/s1600-h/mail+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240749213823450434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrhpK7avUI/AAAAAAAAALw/7RJv-q0FK1E/s200/mail+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can't replace holding the personal greeting in our hands from a loved one. He has become a neighborhood friend and confidante to many of us. His concern for our well-being is a blessing. Due to his tight schedule, he is unable to converse for long periods of time, but he always has time to inquire if we are doing OK. He has been known for helping one friend of mine to look for her lost keys when she was unable to gain access to her house, not once, but twice. We were all saddened when he was assigned to another route, but eventually he was reassigned back to our neighborhood. The entire neighborhood was delighted to see him back and he was happy to be back also. Today I am writing about the different facets of the U. S. Postal Service, but to most of us, the home mail carrier is the most important of all the services the post office offers and he/she can never be replaced by the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrh_Abd4jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lkqnoNxryoc/s1600-h/406px-Pony_express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240749588962206258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrh_Abd4jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lkqnoNxryoc/s200/406px-Pony_express.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all began back on April 3, 1860, when a fast mail service, the Pony Express, carried mail from St. Joseph, MO, to Sacramento, CA. The original mail service had messages carried by horseback riders crossing the prairies, plains, deserts, and mountains of the Western United States. It was founded by William H. Russell, William B. Waddell, and Alexander Majors. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLriRZqU8wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/779YIVQ-GCQ/s1600-h/800px-Pony-express-joseph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240749904973067010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLriRZqU8wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/779YIVQ-GCQ/s200/800px-Pony-express-joseph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The westbound trip was made in 10 days, 7 hours, and 45 minutes. The eastbound trip was made in 11 days and 12 hours. Every 24 hours they covered approximately 250 miles. The Pony Express, established a year before the beginning of the American Civil War, reflected the need to provide fast and reliable communication with the West. Stations were placed at intervals of about 10 miles, roughly the distance a horse can travel at full gallop. Riders changed to a fresh horse at every station. There were all kinds of restrictions &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLri5CcVNCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lJZvv9rUK1A/s1600-h/800px-Pony-express-statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240750585935115298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLri5CcVNCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lJZvv9rUK1A/s200/800px-Pony-express-statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;placed. The rider could not weigh over 125 pounds, riders were changed every 75-100 miles, and the total weight could not exceed 165 lbs., including the mail pouch, Bible, knife, horn for alerting the station master to prepare the next horse, rifle, and a choice of a rifle or another revolver. The riders were paid $100 per month. When my late husband worked for the Santa Fe Railroad, he was transferred to St. Joseph, MO, and we were able to visit the original stables where the Pony Express began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail can be delivered in so many different ways today. We do not &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrn3fjutjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TlXIZeAj7dI/s1600-h/USPS-Mail-Truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240756056949175858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrn3fjutjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TlXIZeAj7dI/s200/USPS-Mail-Truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have to depend on the faithful horse and rider. There are boxes located in post offices, boxes located in offsite locations, mail is delivered by independents, such as UPS and Fed Ex, mail is delivered in some apartment complexes or neighborhoods to cluster boxes located in one area, we also have rural route delivery, and, in many neighborhoods, delivered to the door by a home mail carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take these home mail carriers for granted. I know first hand that accidents can and do happen to carriers while on their daily route. My niece and her father, my brother-in-law, are home mail carriers. My niece has injured her same ankle twice, has had one surgery, and at the time of this posting, another surgery is pending, both from stepping in holes or on uneven lawns. My home carrier has also injured his ankle while on his route delivering mail. There are also incidences of dog bites. In Oklahoma City, we do have a leash law and bites are probably not as prevalent as they once were. The carriers are permitted to carry mace for protection against dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work site is completely safe these days. On Wednesday, August 20, 1986, in Edmond, OK, 15 postal employees were slain by a disgruntled postal employee. This was believed to be, at the time, the worst mass murder case recorded in Oklahoma history. After killing 14 employees, wounding 5 others, the gunman committed suicide. Although two decades have passed, the memories remain vivid for those who were at the scene that day. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrklXP8hbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l37qxH0tnBo/s1600-h/edm+mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240752446946182578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrklXP8hbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l37qxH0tnBo/s200/edm+mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every single person, except one, went back that night to the post office to work. They had to; nobody else could sort the mail. Shell casings still littered the floor and blood stains were visible inside the building. The deaths were difficult to cope with because the postal employees are such a closely knit group. A monument has been erected at the Edmond, OK post office to honor those slain employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to thank all U. S. Postal Service employees, especially Rod, my neighborhood mail carrier, for their tireless and thankless job of delivering our daily mail in snow, rain, heat and gloom of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8308652429023542271?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/' title='NEITHER SNOW NOR RAIN NOR HEAT NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT ........'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8308652429023542271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8308652429023542271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8308652429023542271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8308652429023542271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/08/neither-snow-nor-rain-nor-heat-nor.html' title='NEITHER SNOW NOR RAIN NOR HEAT NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT ........'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SLrhei0v0KI/AAAAAAAAALo/n-cipz9PgV8/s72-c/mail+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4390893899640001601</id><published>2008-08-20T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:35:45.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP vs LOVE</title><content type='html'>This posting will be different than most of my entries, in that I won't be chronologically listing what I have done since my last posting.  Yes, I have done the usual things I always write about, like walking, having dinner with family and friends, working at the museum, and gambling (another loss), but I have been thinking about my subject of this posting since a retired military man at the museum told me he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is used in so many different ways:  I love my family, love my pets, love my job, love chocolate, love shopping, love my God, and love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think friendship is the best.  You have to be friends to love or to fall in love (two different things).  My love began when I came out of the womb into the loving arms of my mother, this had not developed into a friendship with my mom, but came later throughout my childhood.  Everyone can fall in love or love, but friendship has to come first.  Without friendship and love it would be hard to exist.  I fell in love with my late husband the minute I laid eyes on him.  Was that love, friendship, or lust?  He was a handsome man!!!!  I developed a friendship with him and ended loving and being in love.  Next I experienced the love of being a mom myself with my first born son, then the second son.  Along the way I had friendships with many people, in the workplace, neighborhood, schools, etc.  I grew to love many of them but did not fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand the differences in friendships, love, and being in love.  Love is a bond between two people, friendship is just a form of love or respect for the other person, and being in love and married should be a bond between friendships that last forever.  You can't have one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend at the museum really was trying to convey to me that he felt a love and respect for me and it had grown into a friendship.  I can appreciate the difference and return my friendship to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many loves and friendships in my life now, but the one person I was in love with, is gone from my life forever.  Who knows if I will ever be in love again, but at least the friendships are there and I rely on them each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my loves and friendships read this blog and know I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP vs LOVE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP  is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is when you feel like you are the only two around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP is being close even when you are far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP is hoping that they experience the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is when you bring them the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP occupies your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE occupies your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is when you will give up everything to be at their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP is a warm smile in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE  is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A tender laugh, which opens your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A single touch that melts away your fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP can survive without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE cannot live without friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4390893899640001601?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4390893899640001601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4390893899640001601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4390893899640001601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4390893899640001601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship-vs-love_20.html' title='FRIENDSHIP vs LOVE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1226888335720364016</id><published>2008-08-04T15:31:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:16:31.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM SPONGE BOB TO HANNAH MONTANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkPL8OYKqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7UOy7PwmYKY/s1600-h/P8033732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231229139986950818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkPL8OYKqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7UOy7PwmYKY/s200/P8033732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I attended a 6-year-old niece's birthday party yesterday and the party theme was "Hannah Montana". Everything she received had the Disney motif of Hannah. Just last year the theme of her party was "Sponge Bob". Interests of children varies so much from year-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkPpAd9O3I/AAAAAAAAALA/E7o25f3GVqU/s1600-h/P1013710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231229639342242674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkPpAd9O3I/AAAAAAAAALA/E7o25f3GVqU/s200/P1013710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to-year. There is always a new fad or new artist that children become interested in from all the hype they see on television. It will be interesting to see who Steff is interested in this time next year. It was a fun party held at her great-grandmother's and great-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkQIBd694I/AAAAAAAAALI/yfvuh-veITM/s1600-h/P8033725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230172186474370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkQIBd694I/AAAAAAAAALI/yfvuh-veITM/s200/P8033725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grandfather's home. All the kids were in the pool cooling off while we oldsters were in the house cooling off with soft drinks. Her grandfather had the pleasure of grilling hot dogs and hamburgers out in the blistering heat that we are experiencing here in Oklahoma. It was 106 degrees, tying the record for August 3rd set in &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJo-SinclTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SzrhyYMK-aY/s1600-h/stan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231562405395076402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJo-SinclTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SzrhyYMK-aY/s200/stan+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1930. More of the same is forecasted for today. My son, Keith, and fiancee, Kelly, attended the party also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to the Winstar Casino in Thackerville on Wednesday turned out like all my other trips, a loser. When is it going to be my time to win? We had to get up at an ungodly hour of 3:00 am in order to get ready and arrive at the designated bus departure. Upon arrival at the casino we received a complimentary buffet breakfast and $10.00 in cash. Every 10 minutes a random drawing was held for $200.00. We also had a drawing on the bus for cash. Do you think I won any of these drawings? GUESS AGAIN!!!! My next losing trip will be at the Riverwind Casino in Norman on August 13th. If I didn't have so much fun LOSING, I would just stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was my day to volunteer at the military museum. I couldn't let the guys down and not take some baked goodies, so the minute I arrived home from the casino I baked a cake and some M&amp;amp;M cookies. I don't know how glad they would be to see me if my hands were empty!! We had so many nice visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Kelly, and I had dinner out on Friday evening. We always have a good laugh and enjoy each other's company. We chose a buffet and all that food in front of me is my downfall. I just have to have some of everything. After all that is why it is there so it will be eaten. They just don't plan on me eating all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered again on Saturday at the museum and had 130 visitors from all over the U.S. I was very impressed with a Boy Scout Troop on their way home to Wichita, KS from a 6-day camp-out at Talihina, OK. They were worn out from the heat and outside activities at the campsite, but the leaders and boys were still interested in making one more stop to learn about the equipment and the men who have fought in the various wars. I have never seen such well-mannered youngsters. Most of the scouts plan to go all the way to becoming an Eagle Scout, the highest rank in scouting. If all young people had a goal and a mentor to help them carry out their goals, this would be a different world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never written too much about the 45th Infantry Division Museum but it is an awesome museum. With 27,000 square feet of exhibit space and a 15 acre park, there is much to see. The museum's mission statement is to collect, preserve, and display Militaria relative to the military history of the State of Oklahoma. Following World War I, the National Defense Act of 1920 created the authority to form the 45th Infantry Division from the four states of Oklahoma, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico. After the Korean War the Division was restructured into an Infantry Brigade. I have so much to learn and appreciate about the history of the 45th. A lot of the volunteers served in the 45th. I did not come from a military family and know very little about the history, so I can't ever be as good a docent as they, but with their continued support, I will eventually be able to articulate to a visitor the history behind all the wars and artifacts displayed in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping busy and this week I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday, work at museum on Thursday and Saturday and have lunch out on Friday in Guthrie, the original capitol of Oklahoma. Guthrie has so much history and the downtown area is being preserved as it was in olden days. My girlfriend, Geneva, that I will be having lunch with on Friday, went to school there and married there. She always drives me around town pointing out where she worked after high school, where she first met her late husband, where they were married and the different places they lived in before moving to Oklahoma City. Her late husband was a member of the 45th Infantry Division and she has a 50-year background of military, having been married to him for all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so quiet in my neighborhood on these hot days. Everyone is out early or out late to water their yard and run their necessary errands. Very few children live near me, so there are none of them out playing and the older people, like me, just hibernate. I did go to the grocery store early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson, Ryan, just called from Great Bend, KS on his return back to his college in Sterling, KS from Denver and Vail, Colorado. He has been coaching a soccer camp in Denver and playing on a soccer team in Vail. He just told me over the telephone all about his trip and I inquired about the temperatures there in Colorado. He said it had been hot all the time he was in Denver and in Vail he wore a jacket at night. He said they went up the mountain in a gondola in Vail and there was very little snow on the mountaintop. He is a wonderful grandson, so responsible and reliable. He is having experiences and making friends that he will cherish all his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1226888335720364016?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1226888335720364016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1226888335720364016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1226888335720364016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1226888335720364016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-sponge-bob-to-hannah-montana.html' title='FROM SPONGE BOB TO HANNAH MONTANA'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SJkPL8OYKqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7UOy7PwmYKY/s72-c/P8033732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1395503002423751486</id><published>2008-07-27T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:10:35.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG DAYS OF SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Here in Oklahoma City we are experiencing "The Dog Days of Summer".  Just what does that mean?  It refers to the hottest days of the summer and usually falls between early July and early September.  This week we hit 100 degrees or higher.  The TV weather forecasters say tomorrow will be 101 degrees and then drop into the mid 90's the remaining days of the week.  Everything is parched and turning brown, and it seems as though just yesterday winter was here and we were wishing for spring.  I remember as a child we had no home or automobile air conditioning and survived the heat, but HOW?  We had to sleep outdoors on a pallet or in a screened-in porch.  In Oklahoma, we usually have a breeze and by morning we kids were looking for covers or heading for our own beds just before the sun came up.  The morning dew had already fallen by the time we headed indoors, so our bedding was left outside to dry.  Today's children do not get to experience the fun we had lying under the stars and seeing who could tell the scariest ghost story before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.  Sometimes the ghost stories kept us from a peaceful sleep and we had to gather up our bedding and go inside to feel the safety of our surroundings.  My family took many long and exhausting trips in our car with no air conditioning, and I can still feel the sting of that summer heat hitting me in the face as we happily drove on to our destination.  Even as a young bride, I did not yet have a/c in my home or car either.  I will never forget when we took a trip from Oklahoma City to Washington D.C., in the month of July, with car windows down and hot air blowing in around us and not once did we complain.  We were just happy to be heading for our first look at our nation's capital.  I guess in certain parts of the United States air conditioning is not important to have, but let me tell you, here in Oklahoma, you can't be without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy week and enjoyed every minute of it.  There were a couple of birthdays in my family, my sister's (see July 23rd posting to my blog), and my grand-niece, Steff's 6th birthday.  Steff is a well-mannered little girl.  I had the pleasure of taking care of her recently and she said, "Aunt Peggy, may I please take a nap?" I have never heard a child ask to take a nap.  My kids and grandkids fought taking their naps.  On Wednesday I got the much needed haircut.  I only go to the beauty salon three or four times a year when my hair needs cutting.  I have been blessed with naturally wavy hair and have never had a permanent.  I worked at the military museum on Thursday, had dinner out a couple of times, walked, visited friends, and look forward to more of the same this week.  On Wednesday I will be going on the gambling bus to Thackerville, OK.  I am not looking forward to having to get up at 3:30 AM in order to get ready, drive to Geneva's condo and the two of us driving on to the bus pickup location.  The bus leaves at 6:00 AM, with or without us.  After we arrive in Thackerville at the Winstar Casino we will have forgotten all the hassles of getting there, especially if one or both of us win.  We have fun just being with the crowd.  Our bus will return early evening and I will have time to prepare cookies and cake for the guys at the museum the next day.  I received an e-mail this week from a young 10 or 11 year old girl (Zoe) that had visited the museum with her family.  She took a liking to me and followed me all over the museum.  She and her family were so delightful and took a great interest in the museum.  Her mother home schools Zoe and her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Kelly, and I had Sunday dinner at a delicious buffet.  We all stuffed ourselves and I doubt if any of us will even eat a snack tonight.  We had great conversation during dinner talking about our individual blogs.  All our blogs are quite different and unique to our own personality.  My blog is a diary about me, family and friends.  Kelly's is about family, travels, historical places she has visited and current happenings.  Keith's blog covers sports, sport postcards, historical places he has visited and current sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't started your own blog, you need to consider starting one.  It can cover any subject or interest you might have.  I hope in the future to be reading your blog just as you are now reading mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1395503002423751486?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1395503002423751486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1395503002423751486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1395503002423751486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1395503002423751486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='DOG DAYS OF SUMMER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3038944282753526815</id><published>2008-07-23T00:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:49:48.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIRTH OF MY SISTER</title><content type='html'>I will always remember the day my only sister, Janice, was born. It was July 23rd and one of the happiest days of my life. I was in high school and had only one sibling, a brother, Howard (now deceased). Janice was a surprise to all of us, having come late in life to our mother and father. It &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHIB-SzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nK1q5luX6zk/s1600-h/image-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663329397001010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHIB-SzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nK1q5luX6zk/s320/image-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was considered late in life then to have a baby at the age of 37, the age my mother was when she gave birth to Janice. Nowadays a lot of professional women wait until that age or older to have their first baby. Howard and I didn't know what to think about our mother's pregnancy. I am sure he didn't tell any of his classmates, but I could hardly wait for summer to be over so I could show pictures of my baby sister to all my friends at school. I remember I carried her around like a doll, but she was cuter and smelled better than a doll and so much fun to watch her from day-to-day. Mother made her matching dresses and bonnets and she was adorable in them. I can't remember her ever crying because one of us was always holding her. She brought so much fun into our home. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHCIMLEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4ygjfD-57oA/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663327812463682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHCIMLEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4ygjfD-57oA/s320/image-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was three, we moved to a new housing addition and the neighbors assumed she was my brother's and my baby, not having yet met my mother and father. Soon after we moved to the new house, I married and moved away to another state for a short period of time. My parents moved to Edmond after my marriage and Janice attended the public schools there (pictures of her during the school years). Janice and I have remained close. Now that our mother is deceased, I am almost like her mother, and from time-to-time, people have assumed just that. She calls to wish me a Happy Mother's Day each year.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIu84BsSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uoQsNKybvYM/s1600-h/image-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225662914085630242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIu84BsSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uoQsNKybvYM/s320/image-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIu3w_G3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rrj7VovD4Qw/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225662912713923442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIu3w_G3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rrj7VovD4Qw/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIuzKnrUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IOYIDnFpjP4/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225662911479262530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVIuzKnrUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IOYIDnFpjP4/s320/image-2.jpg" 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;Janice has her own family now, having married the love of her life, Stan, 35 years ago. He is my favorite brother-in-law, at least my favorite one living in Texas. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHqE_SyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c8AbLa26Ttk/s1600-h/image-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663338536454946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHqE_SyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c8AbLa26Ttk/s320/image-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together they have raised a daughter, Sara, and now Sara is the mother of two darling daughters, Britt and Steff. Janice and Stan are wonderful grandparents. They include their grandchildren in everything they do, like cruises and trips to Hawaii. Sara, her husband, Steve, and the two girls lived across the street from Janice and Stan until a few months ago, when they relocated from Texas to Oklahoma. Janice and Stan kept Steff in Texas during the school year. Oklahoma does not have full day kindergartens and no one would have been home to care for Steff after school while Sara and Steve worked. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHiyWimI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ofiJkoU07NA/s1600-h/image-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663336579238498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHiyWimI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ofiJkoU07NA/s320/image-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kind of grandmother Janice (Dojo) is, her grandchild's well-being to her own comfort and relaxation. Janice is a mother to several pets also, including cat, dogs, and several doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to divulge the year Janice was born. You never tell a woman's age!!!! And, if I give the year, you would also know my age, so the year is to remain unknown. I will give the prices of what a few things cost the year she was born. The price of gasoline was 26 cents/gal, bread was 14 cents/loaf, milk was 86 cents/gal, postage stamp was 3 cents, minimum wage was 40 cents/hour, and the price of a new car was $1,550.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever told Janice how proud I am of her. She has undergone some life-altering changes with her weight reduction surgeries and it hasn't been easy for her. She is now a beautiful, slim, and creative individual. No one in our family can come close to being as good a cook as Janice. Her family is lucky to have homemade dinners when the rest of us are bringing home carry outs from the fast food restaurants. Her gourmet cooking is the hit of every family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJH2tfxvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_0e2A06w8Bc/s1600-h/image-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663341927581426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJH2tfxvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_0e2A06w8Bc/s320/image-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday on this July 23rd, and I want to tell you how proud I am to be your big sister. Yes, I remember the day that you were born. It doesn't seem like it was so long ago. I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3038944282753526815?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3038944282753526815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3038944282753526815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3038944282753526815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3038944282753526815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/birth-of-my-sister.html' title='THE BIRTH OF MY SISTER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SIVJHIB-SzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nK1q5luX6zk/s72-c/image-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8392650493666731379</id><published>2008-07-13T20:22:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:22:29.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE OF A WIDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A widow is a woman whose spouse has died. A man whose spouse has died is a widower. The state of having lost one's spouse to death is termed widowhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am writing about widowhood. There are many of us in that category. I have been thinking today what it means to be a widow. How our lives are changed and what changes we have to make in our lives. Women have a longer life span and widowhood could plunge a family into poverty. Fortunately I was not forced into poverty. I have been able to live the lifestyle that my husband and I had created for ourselves with careful planning throughout the years. Many widows are not as lucky as I. They have been widowed at a young age or have small children to be the sole provider for. I did not fall into either of these categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grieve in different ways. You will know you are getting better when your memories make you smile instead of breaking you into tears, or when you can tell someone else that life really does go on, or you find a way to leave your grief in the past and find you are actually enjoying living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting through the holidays the first year is hard for most widows. I find holidays do not bother me. I still have my children and grandchildren to prepare for and I have the memories of yesterdays gone by. As I set the table with the special linens and glassware that my family always uses, all the wonderful memories pass before my eyes. I smile to myself and go on, life has to go on. Yes, as a widow my life has changed and I have made the necessary changes to actually enjoy living. I have made a new life for myself by necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF ONLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O that 'twere possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After long grief and pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find the arms of my true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round me once again!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A shadow flits before me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not thou, but like to thee:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Christ, that it were possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one short hour to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The souls we loved, that they might tell us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What and where they be! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much my husband did for us. Now that decision making is my responsibility, I find it overwhelming at times. I do have sons to ask for advice, but ultimately the decisions I make are mine, right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this post to my blog, I have a smile on my face reflecting back on the good memories I have of the best husband and the best years of my life.  IF ONLY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8392650493666731379?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8392650493666731379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8392650493666731379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8392650493666731379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8392650493666731379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-of-widow.html' title='THE LIFE OF A WIDOW'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3448461507140668849</id><published>2008-07-12T16:37:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:46:12.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Murcer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky Star Casino'/><title type='text'>194TH DAY OF 2008</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, July 12th, the 194th day of 2008 with 172 more days to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHoehnUHnTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TMl1D7X8buw/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222520280727395634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHoehnUHnTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TMl1D7X8buw/s200/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What have I done with the first 194 days of the year (where did they go), but more importantly, what will I do with the 172 days to follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now seen parts of three seasons already come and go this year and with each season there have been changes in my life and yours. We can't turn back the clock to correct or modify our mistakes or errors, but we can learn from them and move on to better things for the remaining 172 days. I have experienced good health for which I am thankful, and my son and granddaughter are doing well after their surgeries. I pray that we will continue to have good health and that we all will continue to prosper the rest of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the remaining 172 days I plan to continue volunteering at the military museum to broaden my view on the wars that many men and women have fought in for the freedom of this country. I hope that all that are now serving in the war will come home safely and unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be family birthdays, a marriage (soon I hope), achievements, good health, friendships&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHoeREeGVZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fGE3HQ78iPw/s1600-h/image-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222519996496106898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHoeREeGVZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fGE3HQ78iPw/s400/image-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(both old and new), graduations, new homes, new cars, holidays (Labor Day Thanksgiving and Christmas) to celebrate in the last 172 days. I have a lot to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are there for us all year round. I hope you enjoy your family and friends as much as I do mine. ENJOY THE REMAINING 172 DAYS OF 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those born on this date are under the astrological sign of Cancer. Notables born on this July 12th include Roman leader Julius Caesar, American writer Henry David Thoreau, photography pioneer, George Eastman, composer Oscar Hammerstein II, comedian Milton Berle, painter Andrew Wyeth, pianist Van Cliburn, comedian/actor Bill Cosby, exercise and diet guru Richard Simmons, actress Cheryl Ladd, and Olympic gold medal figure skater Kristi Yamaguchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures are soaring here in Oklahoma City, being 94 degrees at 5:05 pm, as I am posting to my blog. My son, Scott, who lives in Santa Fe, NM e-mailed me this morning at 1:00 am rubbing in the fact that they were 56 degrees and said he had the windows open and how cool it was there. My grandson, Ryan telephoned today from Kansas, where he is a college student, and said it was 60 degrees there and he was wearing a jacket. I have only been out in this heat today to go to the bank, fill the car's gasoline tank up, and also filled the lawnmower container. Gasoline was $3.77/gallon. I understand we have some of the lowest prices in the nation. Even with the gasoline prices so high, all the bays at the station were filled with people pumping gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHocECChf4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IR2CjQq72dI/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222517573482020738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHocECChf4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IR2CjQq72dI/s200/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I volunteered at the museum this week, and went to the Lucky Star Casino in El Reno, with two of my close girlfriends. I enjoy both of these friends very much. Geneva was a neighbor but has moved after becoming a widow and Lorene lives down the street from me and I see her most everyday. Lorene's boyfriend volunteers at the military museum. He earned the Purple Heart &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHocEBjOn-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KGUu1B9YJ-4/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222517573350760418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHocEBjOn-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KGUu1B9YJ-4/s200/image-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;medal after having been severely wounded in combat. The casino outing was fun but Geneva and I both lost and Lorene came out even. I also did my walking this week at the mall and last night had dinner out with Keith and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Janie, my former daughter-in-law and the mother of my two grandchildren, to have an injection procedure yesterday in her neck. It was to be routine but she started having chest and shoulder pains and was taken immediately to the emergency room. It was frightening for them to come and take me to the ER where Janie was on oxygen and being given every kind of preventive test available. Nothing showed up in all the tests, Thank God, and she was released and I took her back home to Edmond where she is to rest for a couple of days. Janie gave me a beautiful potted plant for taking her for her procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened to just learn of the death of Oklahoma's great baseball player, Bobby Murcer. He has been fighting brain cancer for several months. He was a player and a member of the Yankee organization for many years. Until recently he was a broadcaster for the Yankees. Many of the greats are gone now, including two of the greatest from Oklahoma, Mickey Mantle and Bobby Murcer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3448461507140668849?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3448461507140668849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3448461507140668849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3448461507140668849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3448461507140668849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/194th-day-of-2008.html' title='194TH DAY OF 2008'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHoehnUHnTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TMl1D7X8buw/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8528147289920325330</id><published>2008-07-06T11:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:25:03.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Fe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Forgotten One'/><title type='text'>SCOTT, MY FORGOTTEN SON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After reading my posting to my blog yesterday, my son, Scott, with "tongue in cheek" reminded me that I never mention him. So this posting is dedicated to my, unintentionally, forgotten son. Scott is never out of my mind, but due to his living in Santa Fe, NM I do tend to write about what is happening right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe was having a downpouring rain yesterday, with loud thunderclaps, the first of their monsoon season. Scott was standing out on his balcony enjoying all of it. His allergies have been bothering him, due to the lack of moisture in the air. I hope he will start breathing easier now. Just the evening before he was standing out on his balcony listening and watching a firework display nearby. He chose to stay home and eat hot dogs on the 4th and had watched the hot dog eating contest the day before when the American contestant won, after eating 64 hot dogs in the fastest time. Scott didn't tell me how many he ate but I am sure it was nowhere near 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is my youngest son of two. He is a financial planner and works in 5 branches of a large bank in Santa Fe. Prior to his locating to Santa Fe, he lived in New Orleans. After Katrina hit New &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHFx1i5egqI/AAAAAAAAAII/2j7ajkmH4fQ/s1600-h/CIMG0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220078607814001314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHFx1i5egqI/AAAAAAAAAII/2j7ajkmH4fQ/s320/CIMG0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orleans, he chose to relocate rather than starting all over again. His office was destroyed, but thankfully his townhouse was intact. He had just acquired a beautiful, neglected cat from his vet and had had Lanie only two days before the hurricane hit. Scott had to evacuate, as he had so many times before, and thought he would be able to return in a day or two. Lanie, the cat, was left in the townhouse with plenty of food and water to last much longer than two days. No one in New Orleans was prepared for the levy to break causing insurmountable damage and destruction. Scott was not allowed to return to his unharmed townhouse for two weeks. He feared the worst about Lanie, but after two weeks all alone, she was all right and still had food and water remaining. I guess she rationed herself. Scott and Lanie are both doing well in Santa Fe and have become bosom buddies. Lanie is skittish and we aren't sure if it is caused from the hurricane or from abuse she had before Scott got her. Scott is an animal lover. He had both his dog (Dogger) and his cat (Pebbles) for 20 years before each died of old age. Scott is now watching a bird &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHFyuucXLfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FEpRBZLBFzQ/s1600-h/CIMG2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220079590165655026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHFyuucXLfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FEpRBZLBFzQ/s320/CIMG2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;covering her eggs, where she built a beautiful nest on his balcony light fixture. He is unable to turn on his outside light until the birds hatch and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is having fun with his brother, brother's fiancee, Kelly, and me as we write our daily or weekly blogs. He won't admit it but I think he enjoys our writings as much we do in writing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Scott, here is to you on this beautiful Sunday. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had in writing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8528147289920325330?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8528147289920325330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8528147289920325330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8528147289920325330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8528147289920325330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/scott-my-forgotten-son.html' title='SCOTT, MY FORGOTTEN SON'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SHFx1i5egqI/AAAAAAAAAII/2j7ajkmH4fQ/s72-c/CIMG0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-371204754527903456</id><published>2008-07-05T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:26:55.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM TO CELEBRATE</title><content type='html'>HOW DID YOU CELEBRATE THE 4th of JULY? We Americans have the right to celebrate in the way we choose. We oftentimes forget where these rights come from. We live in a great country where men die to preserve these rights. They give of their life freely so that we may live in peace. Let us not forget these men who so heroically die for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many families celebrated yesterday in the traditional way, much as we did when I was a child. My family always got together and went to a public park, where we ate on fried chicken, potato salad, watermelon, and homemade ice cream cranked in an ice cream freezer. We kids got to take turns turning the crank to freeze the ice cream. What a delight when it was frozen and we were each given a dish of the best ever ice cream. I can almost taste it now. We played games such as horseshoes, baseball, and sack racing, and no one wanted the day to end. We were already looking forward to the next year's celebration. Through the years our family grew smaller, as deaths occurred, and celebrations became less and less frequently. Our family celebrations are non-existent now since divorces, deaths, aged family members, and moves have taken a toll on our family. Oh for the good ole days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally celebrated the 4th by working at the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Division Museum. It was an eye-opening morning. The museum's curator and many others, dressed in their military uniforms, marched and rode in the annual Edmond, OK 4th of July parade. The men met at the museum and rode to the parade in two old army vehicles that are usually on display inside the museum. They are kept in running condition and are driven on special occasions. They returned from the parade hot and sweaty, as most of the uniforms were made of wool. These "soldiers for the day", had served in the Regular Army or the National Guard. The curator remained all day at the museum in his uniform and one family asked if their small son could have his picture taken with him. He was more than happy to oblige and the youngster, who was from Colorado, was extremely proud to have had his picture taken with a "soldier". We had seventy-five visitors who came to the museum to honor the men in the armed services. Visitors were from Germany, France, New Jersey, Wisconsin, Arkansas, Colorado, Texas, and Oklahoma. I had never worked on the 4th at the museum and I felt better at the day's end for having spent the day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and his fiancee, Kelly, smoked hamburgers and brisket and fixed corn on the cob and baked beans, and to my delight, prepared enough for my dinner. It was wonderful to come home to. They do thoughtful things for me almost on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy week for me. I went out to dinner with my friend, Geneva, worked both Thursday and Friday at the museum and did a hundred and one other things throughout the week. Time really flies when you are having fun!! Nothing special is planned for tomorrow, Sunday, so I will try to catch up on undone things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new friend that responded to my blog on Father's Day and I wish to thank Judy in Kentucky, for all the nice comments and the inspiration she has given me, my son, and Kelly on our blogs. Judy, thanks so very much and we will continue to read new postings on your blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-371204754527903456?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/371204754527903456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=371204754527903456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/371204754527903456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/371204754527903456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom-to-celebrate.html' title='FREEDOM TO CELEBRATE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6153014131247756421</id><published>2008-06-30T04:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:32:01.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>FATHER'S CENTURY BIRTHDAY - JUNE 30, 1908 - JULY 19, 1998</title><content type='html'>My father, Alfred (Al) was born on June 30, 1908, in Tupelo, OK, seven months after Oklahoma became a state on November 16, 1907. Had he lived, he would have been 100 years old today. It is inconceivable to think of him as a 100 year old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9Ex9gV4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xl1GwnrM5Gg/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217416951904622466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9Ex9gV4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xl1GwnrM5Gg/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad was the eldest son of eleven children, eight daughters and three sons born to Ben and Sarah. They also raised two grandchildren after their daughter died. Soon after my father was born, the family moved to Stonewall, OK where a few of my father's siblings chose to remain, marry, raise their families and die. Other siblings chose to move to bigger cities where jobs were available, and my father was one of those who chose to leave. He is pictured here with his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage to my mother, Esther, on December 6, 1929, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9E_X2kxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/brFRn5VCoIs/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217416955504792338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9E_X2kxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/brFRn5VCoIs/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who lived in a nearby community, my father and mother moved to Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;They lived and raised their three children, Howard, myself (Peggy), and Janice in Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a hard-working man, and achieved a lot in his lifetime for not having graduated from high school or college, having finished the 7th grade. He always worked in the trucking business, first as a dock hand, a driver, a dock foreman, and retiring as a sales manager for Western Gillette Trucking Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad served his country in the 324th Army Air Forces Base Unit &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RHlmBBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zjB1XFxerKw/s1600-h/image-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217417163868341266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RHlmBBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zjB1XFxerKw/s320/image-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and became a civilian again on April 8, 1946. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGg_p9dtQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6pATCdKbuvI/s1600-h/image-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217490158415069394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGg_p9dtQNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6pATCdKbuvI/s200/image-8.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents resided in Oklahoma City most of their adulthood, but moved to Edmond for a few years before my dad retired. After his retirement, my parents chose to move back to their roots in Stonewall. He became a master tomato grower and took great pride in his garden, spending all his free time cultivating the biggest and juiciest tomatoes in Stonewall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9QjJCPII/AAAAAAAAAGY/M9js_hZOqM4/s1600-h/image-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217417154084879490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9QjJCPII/AAAAAAAAAGY/M9js_hZOqM4/s320/image-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9ExIF4LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QiExvgCbZ9k/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9ExIF4LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QiExvgCbZ9k/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9FCASJmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FTs-_nV-dIs/s1600-h/image-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217416956211242594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9FCASJmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FTs-_nV-dIs/s320/image-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9ExIF4LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QiExvgCbZ9k/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217416951680590002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9ExIF4LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QiExvgCbZ9k/s320/image-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9ExIF4LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QiExvgCbZ9k/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"&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;His only son, Howard, preceded him in death on May 12, 1997. He lived to see his five grandchildren born (Keith, Debbie, Scott, Darlene, and Sara), and three of his four great-grandchildren born (Ryan, Rayna, and Brittanee). The fourth great-grandchild (Steffanee) was born after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mother's death in 1981, my father lived alone until he chose to enter the Sulphur Veterans Center to live out the remainder of his life. He reached his 90th birthday, one of his goals in life, and shortly after, became ill and was transferred by ambulance to the Oklahoma City Veterans Center, where he died on July 19, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217417166635029122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RR5OUoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7jdO_glvs08/s320/image-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad at "twenty something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217417169224647378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s320/image-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9RbiowtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xFZLKoUaIuM/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we wish to honor the memory of our father, the patriarch of our extended family, on what would have been his "Century" birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6153014131247756421?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6153014131247756421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6153014131247756421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6153014131247756421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6153014131247756421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-century-birthday-june-30-1908.html' title='FATHER&apos;S CENTURY BIRTHDAY - JUNE 30, 1908 - JULY 19, 1998'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGf9Ex9gV4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xl1GwnrM5Gg/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3512188231886874189</id><published>2008-06-27T09:15:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:43:19.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><title type='text'>A MUCH NEEDED RAINY FRIDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful rain we are having here in Oklahoma City. Our burmuda grasses are already starting to turn brown from the high temperatures we are experiencing. The weather forecast is 20% chance of rain and 96 degrees. It will probably be hot and humid once the rain ceases. The weather is unpredictable here in Oklahoma. Most of us who were born and reared here, are now acclimated to the varying weather changes. The wind is always coming sweeping down the plain, just as the words say in the song OKLAHOMA. We take pride whenever we hear that song. I love the beautiful music that Rogers and Hammerstein wrote about our wonderful state. I guess my favorites are "Oh What a Beautiful Morning", "The Surrey With the Fringe On Top", "People Will Say We're In Love", and "Oklahoma". This morning I feel like singing "Oh What a Beautiful Morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I had another enjoyable day volunteering at the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Division Museum. I didn't get to greet too many of the visitors to the museum because&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGgd_OEknRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OH5NEoVNVeM/s1600-h/45th_Infantry_thunderbird+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217453140254956818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGgd_OEknRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OH5NEoVNVeM/s200/45th_Infantry_thunderbird+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was needed in the gift shop. The gift shop has only items for sale that reflect the 45th Infantry. I did talk to a family in the gift shop from Pennsylvania. What a delightful family!! There were cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews in their group. They are descendants of the "Five Civilized Tribes of Oklahoma". What a wonderful heritage they share. They bought many items to take to other members of their family. There was also a group of 9-10 year old children on an outing and it seems as though they each had $20.00 to spend. You know how children are. Each child studied every item displayed, and several changed their minds three or four times before settling on a gift for their mom. Others bought toy tanks, airplanes, and soldiers. They weren't going home without spending their money!! I enjoy working with all the volunteers. They are very nice, and I am in awe of all of them. I love their personal stories. They must have made many sacrifices to protect our country. I like working so much at the museum that I should pay them for allowing me to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening my son and fiancee and I went out for dinner. We had never eaten at the San Marcos Mexican Restaurant. We enjoyed our dinners immensely, even had a margarita. The restaurant is owned and operated by a family member of my grandson's good friend, Ruben. We talked to the owner about the boys' friendship and their love of the soccer game. Ruben attends Oklahoma State University and Ryan is in Sterling College in Kansas. Every chance they get when both are back in Oklahoma City, they get together and find a soccer game to participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had several telephone calls and instant messages from friends. I even heard from a friend that I had attended the Doobie Brothers concert with. What would our lives be like without friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3512188231886874189?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3512188231886874189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3512188231886874189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3512188231886874189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3512188231886874189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-needed-rainy-friday-morning.html' title='A MUCH NEEDED RAINY FRIDAY MORNING'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SGgd_OEknRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OH5NEoVNVeM/s72-c/45th_Infantry_thunderbird+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5287142672499790912</id><published>2008-06-22T15:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:06:09.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND DAY OF SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Summer is here!!! It is 92 degrees and it is only the second day of summer. What does the global warming have in store for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed a week of activities with family and friends. I continue to be passionate about walking. My day is incomplete if I don't walk at least two miles at the mall. Now that my neighbor Sandy has recovered from a fall and recovered from cataract surgery on both eyes, we will once again resume walking in our neighborhood. Sandy is the one I am indebted to for getting me walking. Every morning, before her accident, she called and said I will be by at 8:00 to walk. Had I not had her faithfulness in calling, I would still be a couch potato and complaining of not feeling well. As of this writing, I do not have an ache or pain in my body. Walking is good for maintaining physical and mental health. Thanks Sandy for bettering my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at the museum on Thursday and we had so few visitors. I enjoyed the time I was at the museum sitting around talking to the other volunteers and staff. I heard the story of a break in at the museum where a couple of juveniles gained access to the attic, cut a hole in the ceiling, tied a rope and came down into the museum. They broke out the glass in a few display cases and had gathered artifacts, but to their dismay, they saw a ceiling sensor to the alarm system and proceeded to cut the wires. This set off the alarm system and they ran, leaving the artifacts, and kicked the front steel door open for their escape. It was discovered that they had intended to set the museum afire. What a tragedy that would have been!! No crime goes unpunished and the juveniles had taken two pistols, and one of the boys, a policeman's son, was seen in his backyard with a gun, and an alert neighbor called his dad and the boys were found to be the ones who had broken into the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting story I learned about the museum is about ghosts. I am not clear if there have been any sightings, but the museum would be a perfect place for the supernatural spirits to appear. I understand the museum has had people that study the paranormal to inspect or detect if there are ghosts or spirits lurking in the museum. There would be so many sad, but interesting stories to hear from the ghosts about the wars they fought in. I will be on the look out for them and what a postings to my blog I will have. I am more afraid of mice than ghosts and I am also keeping a lookout for them at the museum after seeing some traps set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had a routine doctor's appointment and I was found to be in good health and do not have to return for a year. My doctors tell me I am in better health than they are. That is what clean living will do for you (ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Friday's doctor appointment, Geneva and I were at loose ends and decided to go to the Lucky Star Casino near El Reno. You guessed it. Geneva won again and I at least came home even. I won and lost, won and lost and stopped while I was even. We had lunch there and, once again, enjoyed our spur-of-the-moment outing. I ended the day by mowing most of my yard. I enjoy doing some yard work, but a little goes a long way with me. I never have been an outdoor person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Kelly and I picked up lunches for all of us at the Oklahoma Station Barbeque. We had so much food and it is always delicious, but this time it was the best. I ate lunch, dinner, and today's lunch off my dinner. I am always pleased when Kelly includes me in her's and Keith's plans. Kelly is a very dear person. She wrote such a nice posting about me in her blog, but I asked her to delete it because it was so private. I have never had anyone say or write such nice things about me before. Saturday evening Keith, Kelly and I went to Mustang to my niece's softball tournament. Just before we arrived at the field, we received a phone call saying the game had been cancelled. We were invited to their house, which was nearby, instead. My sister and brother-in-law from Burkburnett, TX arrived a few minutes after we did at the house. We were treated with homemade goodies that my sister had made and brought. After visiting with the family for a short time, we returned home without having seen a softball game. The game was to be played this morning (Sunday). We did not return for the game, but hope Britt's team was the winner. Britt is an athlete and excels in many different sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Scott called yesterday and he was once again on a weekend excursion. He was in Monte Vista, Colorado and plans to visit the Great Sand Dunes National Park. He will return back today to Santa Fe, NM. Scott loves to explore historical sites and visit new places. He and his dad had a lot in common that way. Scott usually takes such great pictures and e-mails them to me. I get to see a lot of the places he explores and never have to leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and I always try to relax on that day. I finished mowing this morning, went to the mall and walked, did laundry, read the Sunday newspaper, and took a much needed nap. I stay up late and awake early, so a short nap always revitalizes me. I have enjoyed today very much and I am looking forward to tomorrow. Who knows what good thing is in store for me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5287142672499790912?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5287142672499790912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5287142672499790912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5287142672499790912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5287142672499790912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-day-of-summer.html' title='SECOND DAY OF SUMMER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8927538875252749508</id><published>2008-06-15T15:27:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:39:57.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>ANY MAN CAN BE A FATHER, BUT IT TAKES A SPECIAL PERSON TO BE CALLED DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman by the name of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonora_Smart_Dodd"&gt;Sonora Smart Dodd&lt;/a&gt; thought of the idea for Father's Day while listening to a Mother's Day sermon in 1909. It was her father that made all the parental sacrifices and was, in the eyes of his daughter, a courageous, selfless, and loving man. Sonora's father was born in June, so she chose to hold the first Father's Day celebration in Spokane, Washington on the 19th of June, 1910. In 1926, a National Father's Day Committee was formed in New York City. Father's Day was recognized by a Joint Resolution of Congress in 1956. In 1972, President Richard Nixon established a permanent national observance of Father's Day to be held on the third Sunday of June. So Father's Day was born in memory and gratitude by a daughter who thought that her father and all good fathers should be honored with a special day just like we honor our mothers on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish to honor my father on this day. He was born in Tupelo, OK on June 30, 1908, and died on July 19, 1998, at the Oklahoma City Veterans Hospital. His wish in life was to live to be 90 years old and he just made it by a few days. He was the first born son to my grandparents who had eleven children and raised two grandchildren after their daughter died. My father's family was never rich by any means, but they were a close and loving family. Each family member was always there for each other. My father married my mother on December 6, 1929, and became a father for the first time when my brother was born and I came along a couple years after. My sister was born fifteen years after I was born. He always was there for us and provided the best that he could. Thanks Dad for being there and caring for my mom when she was totally crippled from the effects of arthritis and could not even get out of bed. We honor you today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also want to honor two more fathers in my life, the father of my two children (my husband, George) and the father of my two grandchildren (my son, Keith). George and Keith are two of the best fathers I have ever known. Never have two men loved their children any more than they loved their children. George has been deceased for over five years, but everyday he is thought of and never will his sons forget that he was always there for them in all their endeavors. Keith was honored today by his son, Ryan, being home from college and getting to spend some quality time with him. Keith has always taken pride in his two children and attends all their school and extracurricular activities. IF EVERY CHILD COULD BE SO LUCKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My grandson, Ryan, was home for a wedding and stayed with me Friday and Saturday nights. It is so nice to see how he has matured into such a fine young man. When he dressed for the wedding Saturday afternoon, I was amazed to see such a handsome young man. Girls, I am sorry but he has a steady girlfriend!!! He has returned back to Sterling, KS and we will all be anxious to see him the next time he gets to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have had a relaxing day. My yard is all mowed, laundry finished, dishes washed, housework finished (at least for today -- it is never finished), so I am ready to begin a new week. My life is good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8927538875252749508?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8927538875252749508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8927538875252749508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8927538875252749508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8927538875252749508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-47832381682305713</id><published>2008-06-12T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:56:48.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDDAUGHTER'S SURGERY AND DAY AT MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a sad day for me because my only granddaughter had knee surgery and grandmothers only want the best for their grandchildren. Rayna had pain in her knee for several months and it was finally determined, after a MRI, that surgery was needed. Her mom, best girlfriend, her father, her father's fiancee, and me were there to console and comfort her. She went into surgery bravely, but the pain was so intense after surgery, she became hysterical and only a mom's comforting words and a pain reducing injection could calm her down. The doctor's findings during surgery was not as bad as was expected. Within a few days Rayna should feel like new. After she was placed into a second recovery room, some time after the surgery, she was in less pain and asked for her make-up. The nurse said Rayna was the first person that she knew of that applied make-up while in recovery. There must have been a cute, cool male attendant!!!! Rayna instant messaged me today and said she felt much better. That was good news to a grandmother's ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship means so much to me and my new friends at the museum bring me much joy and satisfaction. The four or five hours I volunteer on Thursday are some of the best hours of my week. Today was no exception. I treated the guys with a cake and brownies and they are always appreciative. There were fewer visitors today, but the visitors we had were history buffs and were very interested in learning about the museum. It seems most of the younger people are there because their fathers or grandfathers served in the 45th Infantry Division. Today we had visitors from Pennsylvania, Florida, Texas, Missouri, Louisana, and Oklahoma. I worked in the gift shop and had one good sale to a lady from Pennsylvania. I have a whole week before I go back, but I am already looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva came visiting right after I got home from the museum. I always enjoy having her. We telephone each other one or more times each day, but rarely see each other. Geneva is a fun and thoughtful person and today she surprised me with a delicious bag of popcorn and a chocolate candy bar. She knows I have to have my chocolate fix each day.  I miss having her as a close neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Oklahoma wind is driving us all crazy. It doesn't do any good to even comb your hair. I needed to mow my backyard this evening but decided to stay in out of the wind. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to get out and mow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to Ryan coming home from Sterling tomorrow for the weekend. His girlfriend is a bridesmaid in a wedding to be held on Saturday in Harrah, OK, so he got a chance to ride to OKC with her. He will stay with either his dad, mom, or with me. We all enjoy him so much. He is never any trouble and it is a joy to have him home, if only for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 8:26 pm and I plan to go to bed early tonight. I went to bed at 12 midnight last night and got up this morning at 5:45 am. I am feeling the need for some rest and relaxation. I have not read the daily paper or have not watched my recorded TV shows (Regis and Kelly and The View). Now that I have finished this posting, I am headed for my comfortable lounge chair and relax. I will probably fall asleep soon after getting comfortable. I have been on the go all day. I hope I stay awake long enough to watch my recorded TV shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-47832381682305713?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/47832381682305713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=47832381682305713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/47832381682305713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/47832381682305713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/granddaughters-surgery-and-day-at.html' title='GRANDDAUGHTER&apos;S SURGERY AND DAY AT MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7703732271559486395</id><published>2008-06-08T12:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:59:45.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH</title><content type='html'>Last evening Keith, Kelly, and I attended the &lt;a href="http://www.ringling.com/"&gt;Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus &lt;/a&gt;(The Greatest Show on Earth) and we came away knowing that it truly is the greatest show. Not for one second were we bored and all the children attending were having the time of their lives. The Oklahoma City circus was billed as Bellobration (a take on celebration). &lt;a href="http://www.bellonock.com/"&gt;Bello&lt;/a&gt; is a famous clown. Time Magazine named him "America's Best Clown". He was born 1968 in Sarasota, Florida, and is a seventh-generation member of a Swiss circus dynasty. Bello's days of performing began at age three when he dressed as a clown for the first time and acted in a Dumbo circus routine. He brings loads of laughs and daredevil hilarity to The Greatest Show on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99bb2e4c093eaa70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bb2e4c093eaa70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331171660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79594F5F365C23228113618491B2986033A6CB7E.847DBB2382332A5B3F30CEB7FF6275257794AC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bb2e4c093eaa70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbwr3edyyUuCiYUX4dFYo0WR-F04&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bb2e4c093eaa70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331171660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79594F5F365C23228113618491B2986033A6CB7E.847DBB2382332A5B3F30CEB7FF6275257794AC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bb2e4c093eaa70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbwr3edyyUuCiYUX4dFYo0WR-F04&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Bello, the circus had a live band and current music accompanied many of the acts. All the costumes were colorful and beautiful and the lighting accentuated the performers and the costumes. We especially enjoyed the animal acts (dogs, tigers, horses, elephants). The high wire acts were especially impressive. The Ringmaster was a handsome African American , whose job not only entailed introducing each act, but he sang numerous songs and had a beautiful speaking and singing voice. Of course no circus is complete without lots of clowns and one performance with the clowns was "Dancing With the Clowns". The crowd was very enthusiastic for all the acts and several children in the audience were incorporated into some of the acts. It was a night that those children will never forget. We found the circus pretty exhilarating as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had not eaten dinner before attending the circus, we decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.zios.com/"&gt;Zio's&lt;/a&gt; in Bricktown. We each had a margarita and each had a different entree and everything was delicious. We had eaten at Zio's on Mother's Day and it is never disappointing. There was a huge crowd there but our wait was shorter than the hostess predicted. One witty man commented to Kelly and me to be careful that he was watching us and he looked at my black and white striped shirt and said that I already was wearing stripes. We all had a laugh at his quick wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a heartbreaker for horse racing fans. Everyone expected "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Brown"&gt;Big Brown&lt;/a&gt;" to win the Belmont Stakes race and to become a Triple Crown winner. It just wasn't in the cards, as he finished dead last out of a field of nine. Big Brown was running on a patched quarter crack in his left front hoof. "Da' Tara" was the big winner. Congratulations Da' Tara. So once again there will be no Triple Crown winner, the last was when "Affirmed" won back in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton gave her endorsement speech yesterday endorsing Obama. She spoke beautifully and sincerely. The first female came close to being the Democratic nominee and she gave a good fight, but just couldn't pull it off. We do know now that a woman can someday be elected President. It will be interesting to see who Obama will choose as his running mate as Vice President. I think it is about 50-50 that he will choose Hillary. It could be that she won't accept if he does choose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my walking for the day. I walked many laps around the mall with a man whom I have walked with before. We were talking and I completely lost count of the number of laps but I am sure it was many more than I usually walk. He had gone golfing but, due to the wind, his golfing partners decided to forego golfing and go home and go back to bed. This wind is changing a lot of outdoor planned events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7703732271559486395?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99bb2e4c093eaa70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7703732271559486395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7703732271559486395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7703732271559486395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7703732271559486395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4515692652953942104</id><published>2008-06-06T17:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:39:49.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><title type='text'>MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK - THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have come to enjoy my Thursdays spent at the military museum as my favorite day of the week. I now have something to plan for and to enjoy. Yesterday was no exception. We had very few visitors, but the visitors we had were interesting to talk to. Young fathers with their small children, young mothers with their children, a former 45th Infantry Division veteran that served in the Korean War. He was injured (both arms shattered) and had spent 11 months in a military hospital but lived to talk about it. He and his wife live in Texas and they were traveling north to a family reunion and brought their young grandson to see the museum. There were two female retired army veterans who came in and they too were from Texas. They were in OKC for the Women's College World Series of softball. Also visiting was the photographer for "Monty Python's Spamalot" playing this weekend at the Civic Center. Two young girls on their lunch hour from the OKC Zoo came in for a few minutes. I meet such a cross section of people from all walks of life. I am so glad I decided to volunteer my time on Thursday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30 PM last night a storm came barreling through and lasted just a short time, but all my power including electricity, computer, and telephone, were knocked out and I did not regain my power until 3:00 pm today. It wasn't as bad as it sounds because most of that time was when I was sleeping anyway. I kept the house closed up today and didn't open the refrigerator any more times than I had to, so everything stayed cool and there was no food spoilage. We are such creatures of luxuries!!! My son couldn't get me on the phone or the internet, so this morning he came and checked on me. I know it was Kelly's idea to check on me because she is such a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given tickets to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus and Keith, Kelly, and I plan to go tomorrow evening. The last circus I attended was with my friend, Geneva, when we went to the Shriner's Circus. Every circus I have ever seen has three rings going at once and I get so dizzy going back and forth from one ring to the next. There is something interesting going on at all times and you don't want to miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not gone to the mall to walk all week because I had been out of town part of the week, worked one day and was just too lazy one day to make the effort, but today it was back to walking two miles in forty minutes. I feel better mentally and physically when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of friends called and I had several e-mails when my power was restored. Everyone asked if I had been on the telephone all day because they got a busy signal all day. They had no way of knowing the power was off. Mary, my cousin who lives in Illinois, had tried to call many times today. She and her husband have just returned from an Alaskan cruise. There were five friends and she and Marvin that went. She thinks I should save my money and go on the Alaskan cruise. Maybe if I didn't go gambling, I could afford a cruise. I will have to weigh gambling or cruise and decide which I would rather do. Right now the gambling has my vote. I am not a good traveler and want to sleep in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 6:01 PM and time to think about what is for dinner. I might have to entertain myself by going out to eat. It seems I do a lot of that lately. Who wants to cook for one and clean the kitchen afterwards? Certainly not me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4515692652953942104?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.45thdivisionmuseum.com/' title='MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK - THURSDAY'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4515692652953942104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4515692652953942104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4515692652953942104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4515692652953942104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-day-of-week-thursday.html' title='MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK - THURSDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5458404633185602420</id><published>2008-06-04T12:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:14:40.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherokee casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firelake casino'/><title type='text'>OVERNIGHT GAMBLING TRIP UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I came home Tuesday evening from the overnight gambling trip to Firelake (Shawnee) and Cherokee (Tulsa) casinos weary and (almost) penniless, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SEwDsQhZJgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1PjTlJILdzE/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542927844976130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SEwDsQhZJgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1PjTlJILdzE/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;literally. I played every kind of slot machine imaginable with no wins to speak of. Occasionally I would win a dollar or two, but right back in the machine it went. Monday night I had spent more than half my money and I still had all day Tuesday to play. All my Monday night money did not go toward gambling though. Geneva and I went to the margarita bar and each of us had one drink and, as I have written in an ea&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SEwDsmaDUrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ANQIYXzZVa4/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542933719765682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SEwDsmaDUrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ANQIYXzZVa4/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rlier posting to my blog, Geneva on one occasion had to be the "designated driver" after I had had one margarita and was giggly and slurring my words. Well, the opposite occurred Monday night. Geneva could hardly think or speak after her drink and I was the elevator "designated driver". Our room was on the 4th Floor and I had to get us back to our room. We would still be going "up" if I had left it to Geneva to get us to our floor. Our room was beautiful and all amenities were quite nice. I lost on every slot machine I played, but Geneva could do no wrong. She won on every machine. She came home with more money than she left home with. I am envious!!! We met two nice ladies on the trip and hope to keep in contact with them. I have e-mailed one of them and hope to hear back from her. Our next gambling trip will be on July 30th when we go to the Winstar Casino at Thackerville. It will be a day trip, so no suitcase will have to be packed. Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an extremely windy day today, a day you just want to stay indoors. I am not going to the mall and walk even though I ate so many buffets these last two days and need to walk off the extra pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my favorite day of the week, Thursday, and my day to work at the military museum. I hope we have a lot of out-of -town and out-of-the country visitors. It is very interesting to hear some of the stories that they tell. Art, a volunteer, has a group coming in for a tour from Ft. Sill. He is a good tour guide or a great storyteller. I can't decide which, but he has been there, done that. He was on the gambling trip with his girlfriend, Lorene. Lorene and I are neighbors and good friends. Art is responsible for me now volunteering at the museum. He wanted Lorene to volunteer but she has too many responsibilities, so he enlisted me. Everyone thinks I have nothing to do. I have plenty to do but I don't always want to do them, so I am always available to do something more interesting or exciting. Geneva and I do a lot of spur-of-the moment things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5458404633185602420?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5458404633185602420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5458404633185602420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5458404633185602420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5458404633185602420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/06/overnight-gambling-trip-update_04.html' title='OVERNIGHT GAMBLING TRIP UPDATE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SEwDsQhZJgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1PjTlJILdzE/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3592980310381625456</id><published>2008-05-30T21:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:20:30.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><title type='text'>QUIET DAY AT THE MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>My day at the museum was quiet compared to Memorial Day on Monday. We had very few visitors during the time I was there. I found the most interesting visitor was a Colonel from Shawnee, KS, stationed at Ft. Leavenworth, KS. He and his wife and young son toured the museum and stopped at the gift shop where I visited with them. The Colonel had met his wife in Germany where she was residing with her military father. She said she was an Army brat. Another interesting visitor was from Germany and spoke no English. He was accompanied by an English speaking man and they were visiting all the museums in Oklahoma City. I was impressed by mothers with toddlers visiting the museum. The fathers were not in the armed services, just mothers on an outing with their child. Some of the volunteers were talking about my picture that was on the front page of the local newspaper taken during the Memorial Day ceremony. The picture was so small that everyone had used a magnifying glass. I couldn't tell it was me until someone pointed it out to me. Everyone at the museum, either volunteers or staff, are so helpful and knowledgeable about the museum. It is a pleasure to work with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started mowing my grass after coming home from the museum on Thursday and finished the entire yard today. A man came and edged and weedeated. The yard looks so nice and I have flowers in bloom. It won't be too much longer here in Oklahoma that everything will be parched from the hot temperatures and everything will turn brown. We have had several thunderstorms lately that has made everything green and lush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Keith, Kelly, and I went to Poblano's, a Mexican restaurant, for dinner. We all had a Margarita and felt so refreshed after drinking it. The dinner was very satifying and filling. I had eaten very little all day and I ate like a pig, everything put in front of me, I ate. Keith and Kelly had had a very busy day and they both were relaxed and rested after our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my trip to Tulsa on Monday and Tuesday. We first go to Firelake Casino in Shawnee and then on to the Cherokee Casino for the night and next day. I probably won't post to my blog until after I get back on Wednesday. If I don't win on this trip, maybe I will the next time. I won't give up until I am one of the "lucky few" who hit it big at the casino. I only hope I live long enough to enjoy a big win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3592980310381625456?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.45thdivisionmuseum.com/' title='QUIET DAY AT THE MUSEUM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3592980310381625456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3592980310381625456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3592980310381625456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3592980310381625456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiet-day-at-museum.html' title='QUIET DAY AT THE MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3605135067163083726</id><published>2008-05-27T17:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:12:19.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY, SUNDAY AND MONDAY</title><content type='html'>My life has been hectic the last three days by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a "girlfriend day" and Geneva and I made the most of it!!! We started out early and ended up when we couldn't think of anything else to do. First, we went to the 32nd Annual Paseo Arts Festival where we enjoyed ourselves walking from one artist's booth to another. There were so many colorful art displays and so many colorful artists. It was a lovely, sunny day and the art festival drew a large crowd, both for viewing the art and for the variety of food places you could eat at. We chose to eat indoors at a very artsy place, and while eating, we watched the people walk by, some with their dogs. Geneva's daughter was dancing with her dancing class and we watched Susie dance two numbers. Susie knew her routine and was enjoying herself so much. Her husband was there to watch his wife perform, in addition to Geneva and I. By the end of the dancing we were getting warm sitting out under the sun and decided we had seen and done enough there. We were both thirsty and decided to go to some bar and get a Margarita to cool off. Two older women looking for a bar and not knowing where to find one was a sight you had to see for yourself. We looked all up and down Western and couldn't find one that was open. Then we went to May Avenue and found "Cousins" bar and grill and it was open for business. The Margarita was so refreshing but oh so potent. I was giggling and slurring my words before I finished the drink. It didn't affect Geneva and I am glad because she was the "designated driver." She brought me home where I slept and awakened ready to go again. We talked on the telephone and decided to meet at City Bites and get a baked potato. When we finished eating the potato, we decided to go to Braum's and get a hot fudge sundae. We had our day made and had such fun being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to the cemetery and placed flowers on George's grave. A flag was placed on his grave by a cemetery employee. All those who have died and who once served in the armed services are honored this way. The cemetery was beautiful with all the grasses so green and all the colorful flowers and wreaths placed on the many gravesites. It has a special meaning to go to the cemetery on Memorial Day, not only is it a day to honor those who died for our freedom, but to honor all loved ones who precede us in death. George has been gone a little over five years and Keith and I have not missed going to honor him on this special day. The last few years Keith's fiancee, Kelly, has also honored George by visiting his grave on Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Memorial Day, I volunteered at the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Division Museum. A beautiful and touching ceremony was held there on the lawn with a band, speakers, a flyover, canon being shot, Color Guard, and the introduction of all armed services veterans in attendance. The museum's curator was the moderator and one speaker was Major General LaRita Aragon, a female. I felt more patriotic by being in attendance than I ever have. I worked the day in the gift shop and the reception desk. I was very busy in both places and felt honored to have been there that day with all the unsung war heroes. I cannot place myself in the conditions that they fought under. It is inconceivable to me how any human can weather the conditions of war. I was tired when I got home after a day at the museum and my son and his fiancee brought dinner to me and it really hit the spot. I called friends to tell them about my rewarding day and called it a day. I was in bed earlier and slept better than I had for a long time. I was awakened by a thunder and lightning storm that went through around 2:00 a.m. but fell right back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3605135067163083726?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3605135067163083726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3605135067163083726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3605135067163083726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3605135067163083726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-sunday-and-monday.html' title='SATURDAY, SUNDAY AND MONDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3011325313081146586</id><published>2008-05-22T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:30:49.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST SON'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>How can I put into words the happiness I felt when they laid my first son into my arms on May 22, 1953. His father and I were wishing our first born would be a healthy, baby boy. We must have been living right because we got our wish, and named him Keith. Keith has been a son that all parents would like to have as their son. He has always been kind, respectable, considerate of others, a joy to be around., and never caused us any anguish. Now that his father is deceased, I have needed to ask his assistance and knowledge in many day-to-day happenings. He never puts me off and is there 24/7, even though he has a busy schedule as an attorney. His father and I have always been proud to call Keith SON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of birthday dinner was Keith's call. He chose Rib Crib for all the ribs you can eat and boy did we ever eat the ribs. I am not telling but I think Keith ate more than his fiancee and I put together. It was a fun evening with just the three of us and after dinner we came back to my house for birthday cake. Kelly furnished the cake and it was delicious. I wish his brother and children could have been with us to celebrate. Maybe next year we can all be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered today at the military museum and, as usual, had a fun-filled day. We had several visitors and the one that was most interesting to me was from England. I made my first sale in the gift shop, a big $10.00 sale. I do like to work the gift shop and have volunteered to work on Monday, Memorial Day. The museum has a Memorial Day ceremony and many veterans and civilians attend. I understand there will be a band and speakers. I have never attended a ceremony before so don't know exactly what to expect. I will write about it in another posting to my blog. I took chocolate and lemon bundt cakes for the breakroom. All the guys thanked me and one told me it was very good and tasted like his mother makes. What a compliment to be compared to a mother's cooking.  I think we all realize that our mother's cooking is the best. Too bad the children of today only know what fast food restaurant has the best food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from dinner tonight, I was delighted to see that my former daughter-in-law and granddaughter had been here and filled my window boxes with lovely plants. Janie has a green thumb and helps me with my plants and on several occasions throughout the year brings me fresh cut flowers. She has always been thoughtful in this way. When I called to thank she and my granddaughter, I could tell they had received as much pleasure in doing these window boxes as I had in being on the receiving end of their thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 11:14 pm as I post this on my blog and my eyes are becoming weary from looking at the computer screen. I still have housework to do before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love birthday celebrations, but the celebration of your first child's birthday is and always will be special. I have so many memories of all the good times I had going to school functions, all the baseball games I saw Keith play and pitch in and all the memories of when he made me a grandma for the first time. I now will have memories of what a thoughtful and kind fiancee Kelly is. She is a joy to be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3011325313081146586?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3011325313081146586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3011325313081146586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3011325313081146586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3011325313081146586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-sons-birthday.html' title='MY FIRST SON&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3379412554471465394</id><published>2008-05-18T16:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:05:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed the weather this weekend and as I am writing this post to my blog, the temperature is 82 degrees. I have been able to spend a lot of time outdoors, just taking in the beauty of the moment. All the trees and grass are at their greenest and a lot of flowers are in full bloom. I don't have too many flowers in my yard, but the Clematis vine is starting to bloom, and the Peonies are in full bloom. I look forward to the Clematis each year. My late husband planted it and took such good care of it while he was living, so I am trying to keep it thriving, just as he did. The blooms are deep purple and the vine completely covers the trellis that it climbs on. It takes so little care and comes back year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends at the museum who told me about their Martin birds and Hummingbirds that return year after year. I have only seen one lonely Hummingbird around my Rose of Sharon bush, so I bought a shepherd's hook and two Hummingbird feeders to try to entice more birds. I have only one window that looks out at the bush, so I placed the hook and feeders outside that window. I enjoy birds of all kinds, especially the flitting Hummingbirds, always looking for nectar from the blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have visited with friends this weekend and have had so much good food all weekend long. I haven't had time to be lonely for one second. My friend, Lorene, called today and asked me to go to Remington Park Casino with her. We went for one hour and, of course, neither of us won. You can't win if you don't try, but we saw no winners while we were there. One man told us, as we were walking in and he was walking out, that we should just go throw our money to them and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Preakness horse race was run yesterday, and, of course, Big Brown blew away the field. He won the Kentucky Derby race and all odds are that he will be the first Triple Crown winner in 30 years when Affirmed gave racing its 11th Triple Crown winner. I hope he stays healthy and uninjured until after the Belmont Stakes race (June 7th). We all saw what happened to Eight Belles when the filly broke both ankles and had to be euthanized on the field. You go Big Brown!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a good TV night. The 43rd Annual Academy of Country Music Awards is on. I understand one of Oklahoma's favorite country stars, Garth Brooks, is to receive an award and also perform. I was given Trisha Yearwood's (wife of Garth) recipe book for Mother's Day. I have enjoyed reading the recipes that she and Garth and her family have enjoyed for many years. The recipes are not for anyone dieting, all are good ole southern cooking recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's fiancee is a very giving person and I found out just how giving she is -- yesterday I was wearing a necklace that she had given me and commented to her that her flip flop shoes matched my necklace. She kicked off the shoes and insisted that I keep them. She went home barefooted. Thanks Kelly for just being you and for being so generous. I am happy my son has you in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FAMILY, GOOD FRIENDS, AND GOOD FOOD!! I am truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3379412554471465394?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3379412554471465394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3379412554471465394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3379412554471465394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3379412554471465394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-weekend.html' title='LOVELY WEEKEND'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-9104769814741472950</id><published>2008-05-15T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:21:38.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER THURSDAY AT THE MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>Thursdays at the military museum is something I look forward to each week. Today was no exception, lots of interesting conversations. The volunteers are always interesting to sit and talk to. I always have Don and Ed at the desk with me. Because of their age difference, the conversation never gets boring. They are both knowledgeable about the museum's layout and can converse with all the guests and explain in detail about the different wars. I will never be knowledgeable enough to take guests on tours, but I can welcome them and make them feel that we are glad they are visiting the museum. Today we had several out of state visitors, and I do remember some from California, Kansas City, and Ft. Worth. I made chocolate chip cookies and took to the break room today. Everyone seemed to appreciate my gesture and all the guys thanked me. I will have to think of something else to make and take next week. I haven't had anyone to cook for since I became a widow and it was fun making cookies once again. I was shown how to work in the gift shop today. That will be a diversion from sitting at the reception desk. There are some unique 45th Thunderbird items for sale. I was also shown around the entire museum to acquaint me with the light switch in every room. There is no master switch. This building is too old for all the modern lighting techniques. After all, this building was a WPA project. I was sorry to hear that Norris, a man that I have a lot in common with, had a heart attack and had to have stents. He is home and doing OK. Norris and I went to the same elementary, junior high, and high school. We were not in the same grades and never met until recently at the museum. I wish him well. I visited with Mary Jane, Art, Bob, Bill, Mike, and Leon, in addition to the guys at the reception desk. Leon is very helpful with any questions I have. He has worked there for many years and seems to be liked by all the staff and volunteers. I am enjoying being with the new friends I have made at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from the museum and finished my house chores that I left undone when I left this morning. I find that it doesn't take too long to clean for one person. I still hate the grocery shopping and running errands. I only shop when I am totally out of bread and milk. I had e-mails from friends to read and send on to others. I understand good weather is predicted for the next week. I am tired of the chilly, cold days. Of course, I will be wishing for the cool days when it reaches 90-100 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-9104769814741472950?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.45thdivisionmuseum.com/' title='ANOTHER THURSDAY AT THE MUSEUM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/9104769814741472950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=9104769814741472950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9104769814741472950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9104769814741472950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-thursday-at-museum.html' title='ANOTHER THURSDAY AT THE MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5383315333307053550</id><published>2008-05-13T17:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:40:52.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>I didn't post in my blog yesterday as the day was uneventful and I had nothing to write about. I feel like the days are passing me by!! I must find activities outside my home to keep me busy. I want to be an interesting person, and to be interested in everything happening around me. I have enjoyed my Saturday outings with my son and his fiancee, but I don't want to become a pest. They need to enjoy their weekends without me imposing on their time to be together. Kelly brought pizza (Canadian bacon and pineapple) to me last night and that was very thoughtful of her. She is always doing thoughtful things for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the most enjoyable day. My grandson is home until Wednesday and he came and mowed for me this morning. There was an agenda behind his willingness to mow....I had to provide breakfast before he could get started. He did a good job on my yard and then went running through the neighborhood as part of his strength endurance for playing soccer. He will be back to visit me one more time tonight before he goes to Edmond to stay the night at his mother's. He plans to spend Wednesday night at OSU with a friend before driving on to Sterling, KS where he will be a senior in the fall. A very good kid!!! Ryan and his mother (my former daughter-in-law) brought me a beautiful outdoor planter and a variety of plants for Mother's Day. Janie has always done very nice things for me for every occasion. We have stayed close since she is the mother of my two wonderful grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed e-mailing with old and new friends today. I love meeting new people and look forward to their e-mails, if they have a computer. I was one of the last people to get a computer and now I don't know what I would do without one. I was up bright and early this morning hoping to have new e-mails awaiting me, but was disappointed to find none. Maybe tomorrow!! Some friends don't read their e-mails daily, but I am pouncing on each and everyone I receive. Maybe I need to get a life. It is also fun to instant message with buddies. I have only a few buddies who communicate in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U. S. postage rose from .41 to .42 yesterday and I had forgotten all about it. I had letters to mail today and I just happened to see in the morning paper about the postage increase. I had to make a trip to the P.O. to buy new stamps. I had a choice of designs and chose the Purple Heart (The Medal for the Combat Wounded). I am becoming so patriotic and part of that patriotism is from now volunteering at the 45th Infantry Division Museum. When you hear the veterans telling their stories and see all the equipment that they had to fight with through the different wars, it makes you have compassion where you never gave it much thought before. I truly am glad to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Oklahoma County voting for several proposals, one being the Tinker Field/General Motors proposal. I hope I understood the proposal and marked my ballot accurately. There has been a lot of discussion about this and I even had a telephone call saying that General Burpee, former Commander at Tinker,was against this proposal and thought it was a waste of taxpayers money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had called my CPA concerning the stimulus rebate and he returned my call today and assures me that I am to get the $600.00 allocated for a single taxpayer. There is so much confusion with this rebate. All my friends think I am to get $300.00, being a retired taxpayer. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have more to write about in the next posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5383315333307053550?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5383315333307053550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5383315333307053550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5383315333307053550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5383315333307053550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday.html' title='TUESDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7849546643330047660</id><published>2008-05-11T17:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:09:26.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>This is a day all living and all deceased mothers should be honored. We have all had mothers!! My mother was Esther and was the most important person in my life up to the time I married and left the comfort of her arms. She was always there for me when I was a child, just as mothers should be. She took her responsibilities to me seriously and I never went hungry, she comforted me when I was ill or had skinned knees, and was there to take care of my child when I gave birth to my second child. When she became an invalid with the dreadful arthritis, I wasn't always there to make her more comfortable. My parents had moved to another town and it was impossible to be there for her when she needed me the most. She never complained or expected from us any more than we were able to do for her. Esther passed away in 1981 but I honor her memory today on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am the honored mother and my sons are always in touch with me and make me proud to be their mother. I hope when I am gone, both sons will be able to have good memories of me and know I did everything I could for them and expected nothing in return. Mothers do for their children willingly and unselfishly. I have been treated today with telephone calls, gifts, and taken to dinner. My friends (both old and new) have also called to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. What more could a mother wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently wrote in my blog about my friend, Geneva, being interested in trading her vehicle for a yellow Hummer and the fun we had that day when we actually sat in one. Yesterday when I was in Enid for the soccer tournament, we found a tee shirt that had a big yellow Hummer on the front and we couldn't resist the temptation to purchase it for her. I took it to her condo and left it while she was out to brunch with her family and she found it when she returned. She was delighted with it and thought it was ironic that we found it since it had just been recently when she and I had looked at a yellow Hummer. It is fun to be able to surprise someone and to enjoy in the delight when you do something unexpectedly for them. Geneva has the best laugh of anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson's soccer tournament ended today in Enid with more losses than wins, but his team enjoyed their experience being in a different city and they played with great effort. Since this was Mother's Day, my grandson handed out to each boy a red rose that was to be given to their own mother. I understand all mothers were unexpectedly surprised with this gesture of their son honoring them and there were many tears. My son, the father of my grandson, started this tradition when he was coaching his son. I was then the grandmother and I was handed a flower along with the mothers attending the game. Like father, like son!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all mothers experienced the kind of day that I have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7849546643330047660?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7849546643330047660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7849546643330047660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7849546643330047660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7849546643330047660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day_4319.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-128333279411175893</id><published>2008-05-10T22:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:31:33.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>ENID, OK SOCCER TOURNAMENT</title><content type='html'>Another fantastic day with my son and his fiancee!!! They are spoiling me taking me to all these places in Oklahoma. My grandson, Ryan, was in Enid coaching his under eleven boys soccer team in&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAaEQlIlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NKZD4B5oV0/s1600-h/P5102763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124742642410066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAaEQlIlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NKZD4B5oV0/s320/P5102763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a tournament. His team is from Hutchinson, KS and are playing today and tomorrow in Enid. We were so pleased with Ryan's calm demeanor in coaching these young boys. Parents told us they were glad to have Ryan as the coach. The boys act as though they really like being on this team. They won one game and lost one game today and play two games tomorrow against the same teams. The team and their parents all went to the same shopping mall food court for lunch where we also went. We did some shopping and had a fun time with Ryan. College is out and Ryan plans to spend a few days with us before he returns to Sterling where he will live and work this summer. I am proud to be Ryan's grandmother!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is National Train Day and while we were in Enid we went to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAaUQlImI/AAAAAAAAAE8/od3yBk2vzEE/s1600-h/P5102788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124746937377378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAaUQlImI/AAAAAAAAAE8/od3yBk2vzEE/s320/P5102788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Enid Train Museum. Keith took a lot of pictures. The soccer field was near the train tracks, so we heard passing trains sounding their whistles all day long. My late husband had worke&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAakQlInI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nlG9Aya4yAM/s1600-h/P5102790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124751232344690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAakQlInI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nlG9Aya4yAM/s320/P5102790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d for the Santa Fe Railroad for thirty-four years and he always loved hearing the sound of trains. I think it rubbed off on me because I too love that sound. My girlfriend and I plan to ride the Heartland Flyer train to Ft. Worth very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith takes pictures of all court houses (he is an attorney) and all the high schools and their sport stadiums in every town or city he visits. We were driving all over Enid for him to take these pictures. This photo is the Enid Convention Hall and Mark Price Arena, named after the Enid High School grad who played basketball in the NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAa0QlIoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7CDWNTvh_qA/s1600-h/P5102806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124755527312002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAa0QlIoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7CDWNTvh_qA/s320/P5102806.JPG" 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;The fun part of the trip was on the way to Enid. The Oklahoma State Highway Patrol pulled Keith over for speeding. The trooper was a very nice young man and just issued a warning ticket. He was interested in Keith's car because he had bought his wife a Nissan Altima and was asking Keith all sorts of questions about his Altima. Kelly and I were holding our breath when the Patrolman stopped Keith. It took a lot longer to get to and from Enid after Keith was stopped. It always takes longer when you are going the speed limit and not speeding. We talked to my other son that lives in Santa Fe, NM, but was on a weekend trip to the Mexico border. He had also been stopped for speeding but was issued a ticket. Their mother always told them to not speed and now they know why I was always warning them!!! Do I think they learned a lesson today, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to spending more time with Keith and Kelly tomorrow. They asked me to go out for a Mother's Day dinner. I hope all mothers are as proud of their children and grandchildren as I am mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-128333279411175893?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/128333279411175893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=128333279411175893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/128333279411175893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/128333279411175893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/enid-ok-soccer-tournament.html' title='ENID, OK SOCCER TOURNAMENT'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SCcAaEQlIlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8NKZD4B5oV0/s72-c/P5102763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7183015805527366458</id><published>2008-05-08T19:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:38:07.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>I volunteered at the military museum today and had so much fun talking and listening to all the retired military guys. They are all so pleasant and well-educated, either by schooling or experience. They tell such interesting stories, stories I have never heard because I have never been around anyone in the military. George, my late husband, served in World War II but never went into battle and served his time before he and I were married. Fathers or sons of most of these men have also had a military career. One man who works at the reception desk with me has a grandson who graduated from West Point in 2005. He went to Iraq and was injured and is back home, but will have to return to complete his obligation of five years for his schooling at West Point. We all have favorites and Leon, a retired Lieutenant Colonel, is my favorite. His wit is so dry and he is so personable. I think he is everyone's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An antique dealer came to the museum to pick up a metal sign I had sold her. It is a sign that advertised the Knox give-a-way Acee Blue Eagle Indian dishes from the 1950's. I hated to part with it because I have never seen another one like it, but I have to start clearing out some of our collectibles. My late husband had his picture in the newspaper holding this sign. Once I went into an antique shop and I saw this newspaper picture and article about George and it really threw me for a moment. George had and I now have quite a collection of these Indian dishes. Anyone want to buy any or all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from the museum I went to the mall and walked. I had walked enough around the museum, but not at a fast pace. I can tell now I am losing inches and pounds. I feel so much better and my knees aren't so stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this evening Geneva and I went to Braum's and had a double hot fudge sundae. Now you know my secret of why I have to walk !! We don't do this often but it is always enjoyable when we do. Looking around Braum's I could see a lot of men and women who need to take up walking. This really is a fat society!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a telephone call from my neighborhood walking buddy. She fell off the curb in front of a store and hurt her ankle and won't be walking tomorrow. She just got over an injury to herself when she fell at the gym and cut her hand and skinned her elbows and knees. I asked her if she needed glasses, and she said maybe new glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost time for one of my favorite TV shows (Grey's Anatomy) so I will end my posting to my blog for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7183015805527366458?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7183015805527366458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7183015805527366458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7183015805527366458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7183015805527366458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/museum.html' title='THE MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5263792879201067242</id><published>2008-05-07T19:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:05:24.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY - WEEK HALF OVER</title><content type='html'>I haven't had anything to post on my blog since my exciting Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walking is something I now am addicted to and won't miss no matter what. I either walk outdoors with a neighbor or go to the mall and walk alone. Even though it was pouring down rain today, I went to the mall and walked two miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a fun day because I went to Guthrie with Geneva to get the oil changed in her Trailblazer. Geneva has mentioned many times to me how much she would like to have a HUMMER. Would you believe the dealership had a yellow Hummer 3 on the lot, and, of course, we had to go look at it and sit in it. We know the salesman was laughing at us because we get in and the alarm goes off and in trying to turn the alarm off, the horn starts blaring. Geneva figured out how to stop all the alarms and we were laughing knowing the whole dealership thought it funny that two (middle aged) women were thinking about purchasing a Hummer. The salesman wanted Geneva to take it for a drive, but she decided not to. He made her a great deal that was hard to refuse, but sensibility took over and she knew with the price of gasoline, the price of repairs and parts, that it would be crazy to trade for it. Her Trailblazer has only 12,000 miles, but, as she said, she likes change and she also does not want to start having car repairs. After we left the dealership we went to Granny's Restaurant and had the most delicious buffet. If you are ever in Guthrie, you need to eat there. It is only open on Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Everything tastes like homecooking. The coconut creme pie was out of this world. I wish I had a slice right this minute. Geneva and I always have fun and a lot of laughs whenever we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village and surrounding areas were once again in the direct line of a tornado this afternoon around 5:00 pm. The sirens were sounding and that is my clue to take precautions. I always get in an inside closet. I feel this is the safest place in my house. I take my cordless telephone and several people called me inquiring about my safety while I was in the closet. Thanks to all who read this blog and know you were one of the people who called me. The storm passed with little or no damage. A neighbor's tree split and fell and he had to remove it from his driveway before he could park in his driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cooking for the first time in a long time when the storm suddenly came up. I had to turn off the oven, microwave, and tabletop stove before going to the closet. After the storm passed I finished cooking salmon patties, baked potato, and baked asparagus. If everytime I cook it storms, then I have a legitimate reason for not cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another volunteer day at the military museum. I am looking forward to seeing my new best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5263792879201067242?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5263792879201067242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5263792879201067242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5263792879201067242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5263792879201067242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesday-week-half-over.html' title='WEDNESDAY - WEEK HALF OVER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4391768525594239381</id><published>2008-05-03T16:19:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:16:15.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Reno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamburger America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burger Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Motz'/><title type='text'>A SATURDAY OUTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SB0AINnuMqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cmdF1-NkmP4/s1600-h/P5032735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196309686150640290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SB0AINnuMqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cmdF1-NkmP4/s320/P5032735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a day I have had!! I went to El Reno, OK to the 20th Annual Hamburger Festival with my son and his fiancee. El Reno celebrates Burger Day the first Saturday in May. It is attended by thousands to get a glimpse and a taste of what is billed as the "WORLD'S LARGEST ONION-FRIED BURGER." The hamburger is constructed in front of the public and the public appreciates the work that is involved in the construction of this mammoth burger. After the burger and onions have cooked and placed on the bottom bun, mustard and pickles are added, and the top bun is then carefully placed to complete the finished endeavor of many volunteers. A cookie cutter is used to cut serving-sized burgers to the hungry and eager crowd. I managed to receive a burger and a picture accompanies this blog. There was also a car show of beautiful vintage and unusual cars and we visited with my friend, Geneva's, daughter, Susie and her husband, Jim. They have a gorgeous silver Corvette on display. They belong to a Corvette club and travel to different cities with their Corvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBzXCtnuMoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CFJiysT7HZs/s1600-h/hamburger+america+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196264511684620930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBzXCtnuMoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CFJiysT7HZs/s320/hamburger+america+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The author of the book "Hamburger America" a State-by-State Guide to 100 Great Burger Joints, George Motz, (pictured with me below) was in El Reno to participate in Burger Day and we purchased three autographed books from him. He crosses the country to find the best burgers in the nation. My son and his fiancee have eaten at three of the burger restaurants mentioned in his book. My son, Scott, lives in Santa Fe, NM and his very favorite place to eat is the Bobcat Bite Restaurant. Bobcat Bite is listed in the book. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SB0AHtnuMpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9vBDT4ywG7g/s1600-h/P5032732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196309677560705682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SB0AHtnuMpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9vBDT4ywG7g/s320/P5032732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other burger restaurants listed in Oklahoma, besides the three El Reno places (Sid's, Johnnie's and Robert's), are Folger's (Ada), Meers (Meers), J&amp;amp;W Grill (Chickasha), Hamburger King (Shawnee). Oklahoma is well represented for having some of the best burgers in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left El Reno we decided to have lunch in Okarche, OK at Eischen's. Oklahoma's Oldest Bar. There isn't a menu and the recommendation is chicken. The three of us ordered two whole fried chickens, fried okra, and drinks. The dinner came accompanied with bread, sliced onions, and lots of two different kinds of pickles. We all were stuffed and had a doggy bag to bring home. We highly recommend Eischen's but go early as there is always a long line. It is a very popular place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home in time to watch the 134th Kentucky Derby. The favorite, Big Brown, easily won, but the second place winner, Eight Belles (only filly in the field) broke both front ankles and had to immediately be euthanized. What a tragedy for this beautiful and magnificent horse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has not ended and, who knows, I might still be in for more excitement!!! (to be continued if anything else happens)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4391768525594239381?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4391768525594239381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4391768525594239381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4391768525594239381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4391768525594239381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/hamburger-festival.html' title='A SATURDAY OUTING'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SB0AINnuMqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cmdF1-NkmP4/s72-c/P5032735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3973932524973739831</id><published>2008-05-02T17:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:44:11.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CATCH UP FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>Friday is always my day to run errands, but now that gasoline is so expensive ($3.40/gal.), I find I run the whole week's errands in one day. Too bad I don't have a motorcycle!!! I am not the only one that feels we are being taken at the pumps. I can stay home and not drive, but I am having too much fun going whenever and wherever I want to. My girlfriends and I take turns driving to events and that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't caught up on my lost sleep from my Tunica trip. There were storms all around us last night, I am told, and I slept so soundly that I did not hear the thunderstorm and hailstorm. That is a first for me and several neighbors have told me what a loud and fierce storm came rolling through my area around 1:00 AM this morning. I am glad I slept through it, but I have told my son, Keith, to call me the next time we have such bad weather during the night. There was no damage from the hail, but several of my geranium plants were toppled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, his fiancee, and I just returned from our Friday night eating out. Tonight we all chose Ann's Chicken Fried Steak Restaurant on NW 39th Street. The three of us chose the chicken fried steak dinners and we agreed it was delicious and so satisfying. I wonder where we will choose next Friday. They realize I have no companion to share these outings with and they include me whenever possible. The restaurant allows guests to write their names and comments on the brick wall and directly behind our table, my neighbors, Ralph and Mildred, had written their comments. Keith wrote our names and comment near their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV storm coverage kept me from watching my favorite TV show, Grey's Anatomy. Many shows were preemptied and could be watched in the wee hours of the morning, but then the storm coverage preemptied those shows. I have the movie "27 Dresses" to watch tonight. I feel like I have been wearing 27 "hats" since my husband died. I can never get caught up on everything. I do the best I can but sometimes the best isn't good enough. My son and his fiancee are always near and ready to assist me anytime I need them, and that is comforting to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy, but enjoyable day with the highlight of the day being with Keith and Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3973932524973739831?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3973932524973739831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3973932524973739831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3973932524973739831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3973932524973739831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-up-friday.html' title='CATCH UP FRIDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1985186497188584337</id><published>2008-04-30T17:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:10:53.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Walker Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geneva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunica'/><title type='text'>TUNICA, MISSISSIPPI</title><content type='html'>As I begin to compose this latest posting on my Blog, I do so with mixed emotions. The fun began on Sunday as my girlfriend, Geneva, and I boarded the bus, along with 45 other hopefuls of "hitting a jackpot", enroute to Tunica, MS. This trip had been planned since February and it finally had arrived. There was a gray cloud over us from the time we left Sunday (pouring down rain) until we arrived back home Tuesday night (tired and broke). The two nights and three days we were gone were very enjoyable, even if we didn't come back to reality (home) with our pockets and purses heavy with winnings. Well, at least I made it home with 25 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBpXx9nuMnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VgXcgrOplgM/s1600-h/vouchers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195561635991663218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBpXx9nuMnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VgXcgrOplgM/s320/vouchers+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva is a great traveling companion and roommate. One night we laughed until we cried over something that now neither one of us can remember what we were laughing about. The TV show Dancing With The Stars was on Monday night when we returned to our room, and the dancers were doing a "cha cha cha" when Geneva started dancing and shaking her hips with more rhythm than the dancers on the show. What a sight for my tired eyes!! I am laughing as I am writing this just thinking about it. I won't tell everything because "what happens in Tunica, stays in Tunica". Since both of us became widows, we have become fast friends and have spent many enjoyable moments together, either traveling or gabbing on the telephone. It doesn't take a lot to entertain either of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBpXxtnuMmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V5WRTETdMIA/s1600-h/gold+strike+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195561631696695906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBpXxtnuMmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V5WRTETdMIA/s320/gold+strike+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On this trip we stayed at the Gold Strike Casino Resort. We always use Pat Walker Travels for our gambling trips. She is very organized and likeable. Pat had Geneva and me sitting in the seats directly behind her and the three of us had some tall tales to tell. The three of us would like to ride the Heartland Flyer train to Ft. Worth and shop if we can ever work it out where we are all free at the same time. We met a lot of nice people on the bus and even exchanged e-mail addresses with a couple of them. We had homemade fried pies, homemade cookies and an assortment of candies to eat on the bus. What nice people to make these homemade items to share with the whole bus. I had not had a homemade fried pie since my mother used to make them. The pies brought back good memories of my deceased mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to four casinos and each casino gave us a buffet or playing money. In the two nights and three days we were there, we ate five delicious buffets. Geneva and I had a margarita and mixed drink on a couple of occasions. Need I say that I returned packing an extra five pounds. I will have to eat less and walk more for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next gambling trip is not until June 2-3. We signed to go to the Cherokee (Tulsa) and Firelake (Shawnee) Casinos on an overnight trip. We stay the night at the Cherokee Casino. Neither Geneva nor I have stayed overnight at the Cherokee Hotel and Casino. It will be something new and different for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor, Sandy, and I walked in the neighborhood this morning. My son and his fiancee fertilized my yard while I was gone to Tunica and since it had not rained since they fertilized, I had to water down the yard this morning. This took a big part of my morning. An antique dealer came to see about an item I had agreed to sell, and numerous telephone calls have kept me busy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to go and good to get back home. THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1985186497188584337?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1985186497188584337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1985186497188584337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1985186497188584337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1985186497188584337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/tunica-mississippi.html' title='TUNICA, MISSISSIPPI'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SBpXx9nuMnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VgXcgrOplgM/s72-c/vouchers+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2394321178191394168</id><published>2008-04-26T17:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:49:37.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT BEFORE TUNICA</title><content type='html'>I am posting on my Blog early today and won't be posting for a few days because I am going to Tunica, MS to try to HIT THE JACKPOT. Someone has to do it and it might as well be me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva and I have been to Tunica a couple of times together and have such fun. Our mouths never close the whole trip. We try to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but we are still talking until we just have to shut up so we can get up and start all over again. Both of us are dreading the long bus trip -- leave at 7:00 am and arrive in Tunica at 4:00 pm. The bus is as comfortable as a bus can be, but we only make two stops and we get awfully tired sitting. We are looking forward to staying at the Gold Strike Hotel, one of the nicest, if not the nicest in Tunica. We go to several casinos in the vicinity of the Gold Strike. We will each gain a few pounds as we get all the delicious buffets provided. I am looking forward to coconut cake and coconut pie. It seems all the buffets serve these and I can never get enough of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been to Tunica with my friend, Lorene. The first time I went was with Lorene. She had been going for several years with her friend, Rose. Rose had moved and Lorene was looking for someone to go with her. I had recently become a widow and it was nice to have something to plan for and a friend to share the experience. So Lorene is to blame for my GAMBLING ADDICTION. (Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many telephone calls today, one from an antique dealer who wants to buy some items from me. I am to call her when I return next week. She told me of day trips that she goes on and that are sponsored by the Continuing Education at Rose State. The next trip is to the Amish community here in Oklahoma. Lunch will be served by the Amish ladies. The trips are the last Friday each month and I plan to inquire more about them and maybe Geneva and I could go on some, if not all of them. Yesterday they went to Drumright, OK and toured the railroad museum. They then had dinner at Joseph's Restaurant there in Drumright. My late husband and I have been there several times and enjoyed the food immensely. Other telephone callers have been my son, and my friends. I have also instant messaged with Kelly, my son's fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this day has been able to visit with my grandson home visiting for the weekend. He mowed my grass while he was here today and what a help that is to me. I won't see him again until sometime in May when he brings his under 11 boys soccer team to Enid, OK for some games. I imagine his dad and his fiancee, his mom and sister, and I will all try to go to the games and see Ryan coaching. He is so patient and likeable and such a great soccer player himself. I can just imagine the boys and their parents all enjoying Ryan coaching their sons' team. They don't have a great win record yet, but have won more than the team did last year with some other coach. Keep up the good work Ryan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time I Blog will be after I return from Tunica, a winner!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2394321178191394168?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2394321178191394168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2394321178191394168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2394321178191394168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2394321178191394168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-before-tunica.html' title='NIGHT BEFORE TUNICA'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2140463164056940827</id><published>2008-04-24T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:11:06.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND THURSDAY AT THE MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>I again worked at the 45th Infantry Division Museum and found myself really getting into my work. All the men were so attentive and helpful and I spent a large part of the morning just wandering around acquainting myself with the layout of the museum. It is such a wonderful military museum and covers all the wars to the present time. The guys like having a woman working there because they have someone new to tell their individual war stories to. Their wives are probably sick of hearing the same thing over and over. Several visitors came in just before I left at 1:30, a class of 12 from a nearby training school, and several individuals. The class is training to deploy to Iraq and one young man looked so young and I asked him how old he was and he said 20. He looked about 16 and to think he is someone's son going off to fight in Iraq. The museum's director asked that I be trained to also work in the gift shop. No one trained me today but I am sure they will next Thursday. I was shown how to make coffee!!! There is a small, but well-equipped room with refrigerator, coffee bar, and microwave. A lot of the guys just hang out in there telling their stories to each other and the stories get bigger and better each time they are told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Geneva, called and we decided to go out for dinner at Catfish Cabin's Restaurant. We met at 4:45 PM and had a catfish dinner. Neither one of us was pleased with our dinner. It has been under new ownership for a few months and the quality has gone down, at least we think so. We decided we won't be going back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I came home and changed shoes and went to the mall to do my daily walking. I met my friends Willis and Lois at the mall and stopped and had a long conversation with them. Everywhere I go it seems I see someone I know. I have lived in this community almost 40 years, so I guess it is logical that I would see people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my friend, Lorene, called and she had gone to Winstar Casino with her boyfriend and her name was called from a drawing and she won $200.00 just for being there. Once I won $20.00 from a drawing but never $200.00. She was so pleased!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had several telephone calls last night after I had posted my Blog for the day. One call was from my niece, Megan, who lives in Kentucky. It was such a pleasant surprise to hear from her. Her sister, Paula, that lives in Ohio, had called a few day earlier and that, too, was such a surprise. I had not heard from either niece for quite some time. I hope now that we have exchanged e-mail addresses to keep in closer touch with them. Their mother, MaryLinn, and their father, Johnnie, are both deceased. Each of the girls have two children. Paula has a son and daughter and Megan has two sons. I wish I lived near the girls where we could all visit once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson, Ryan, is coming back home to Oklahoma City for the week-end. He will stay with his dad tonight and his mom the rest of the time. He will return back to his college in Kansas on Sunday. He called today to let me know he will see me tomorrow. I do love this guy. We have always been so proud of him and he has not once let us down. Too bad all young people can't be as responsible and reliable as Ryan. You can always depend on him to make the right decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2140463164056940827?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2140463164056940827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2140463164056940827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2140463164056940827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2140463164056940827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-thursday-at-museum.html' title='SECOND THURSDAY AT THE MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-256402195757711843</id><published>2008-04-23T16:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:07:28.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL 23, 1927 - FEBRUARY 23, 2003</title><content type='html'>The year that my late husband, George, was born (1927) the President of the United States was Calvin Coolidge and the Vice President was Charles G. Dawes. So many years and so many changes have occurred since that year. We now have our first woman, first black, and the oldest candidate ever running for president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that didn't change through the years was GEORGE!!! He was always the same. He was born into a loving family and died part of a loving family. His high school prophecy was: "Why hurry I have a lifetime to live" His lifetime ended on February 23, 2003, but the memories of his life that began on this date (April 23) will never end for me, his two sons, his surviving brothers and sisters, his two grandchildren, the rest of his family, and his friends. Everyone that knew George liked him. He was a true friend in every sense of the word. He lived up to his high school prophecy and was never in a hurry. George only saw the good in everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other important events that occurred in the year 1927 are also interesting. Al Jolson appeared in the first "talkie" the "Jazz Singer", Whiskery won the Kentucky Derby, and Harry Belefonte, Neil Simon, Gina Lollobrigida, Doc Severinsen, and Harvey Korman were born. Charles Lindbergh flew the "Spirit of St. Louis" from New York to Paris, and the U.S. was the land of the automobile -- one per every six Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of weather they were having in Illinois on April 23rd when George was born, but I do know the sun was shining on the world for his having entered it. Today when I visited his grave it was cloudy, misting and gloomy -- the way I felt while I was there. We all miss George and wish he could be with us on his birthday, but everything changes with time and it was his time to leave us on February 23, 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-256402195757711843?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/256402195757711843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=256402195757711843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/256402195757711843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/256402195757711843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/george-covey-april-23-1927-february-23.html' title='APRIL 23, 1927 - FEBRUARY 23, 2003'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3480523916597293936</id><published>2008-04-22T18:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:52:37.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH DAY</title><content type='html'>I didn't plant a tree or ride a bike today, but I am aware that each of us need to do more to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIVE GREEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to reduce our impact on the environment. Several of my newspaper comics went green today and there has been a lot of coverage on TV and the newspapers have covered Earth Day with several stories. I did plant several flowers and had my hands in the earth today, but there is so much more I need to start thinking about in the future, for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finish watching the DVD "Juno" last night. I can't say I really liked it, and I wouldn't recommend it as a favorite of mine, but you have to see it and judge it yourself. I watched Dancing With the Stars and The Bachelor last night and tonight I will watch Dancing With the Stars, American Idol, and Boston Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva and I have talked several times on the telephone today making plans for our trip to Tunica, MS. We change our minds constantly on what to wear and what to pack for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Having a close friend like Geneva has been so comforting to me. When either of us feels lonely, we just pick up the telephone and call or e-mail. We confide in each other and almost know what the other one is going to say before she says it. Everyone needs friends and I have several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had good news and bad news yesterday. The good news is my son, Scott, got to remove the medical boot that he has been wearing after having the cast removed from his broken ankle. He can now starting driving and once again become independent and self-reliant. The bad news is my granddaughter, Rayna, found out that she has to have knee surgery. She has had pain&lt;br /&gt;several months and had continued to play volleyball on an organized team. It has finally been decided surgery is needed. No date for surgery has been set as of this writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3480523916597293936?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3480523916597293936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3480523916597293936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3480523916597293936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3480523916597293936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='EARTH DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7007923098040750372</id><published>2008-04-19T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:50:02.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A TIME TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>On April 19, 1995, Timothy McVeigh took away Oklahoma City's innocence forever when he bombed the Murrah Building and 168 innocent people died.  Today a memorial was held on the site to honor and to remember the people killed and also to remember the survivors of that horrible day.  One survivor, PJ Allen, lived and still lives across the street from my son, Keith.  He was only a baby (I think about 15 months old) when the bombing occurred.  PJ was in the children's daycare center the day of the bombing and, by a miracle, lived and has grown into a handsome, intelligent teenager.  To this day PJ represents the horror of the bombing to me and I still cannot think of PJ without tears coming into my eyes.  I was asked if I wanted to go to the bombing site today by my son's fiancee, but I can't to this day go to the site.  It would be too emotional for me, so I know not to put myself in that position.  Life goes on after a horrific event such as this, but today I thank God that my family was spared this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day this has been!  At the time of this writing, it is 82 degrees, sunny, and at last the wind has subsided.  My son came and sprayed some of the weeds in my yard.  I mowed the yard where he did not spray, but I am finding pulling the cord to start the lawnmower is too hard on my back.  I guess I will have to concede that I am not as young as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors, friends, and family have all been in touch with me today.  I have a good support system that watches out for me ever since I became a widow.  My grandson, Ryan, called and his under eleven year old boys soccer team is playing in a tournament today and tomorrow in Hutchinson, KS.  The team lost the first game played today and won the second game.  They play at least one game tomorrow.  Ryan is maturing into such a fine young man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7007923098040750372?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7007923098040750372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7007923098040750372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7007923098040750372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7007923098040750372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-remember.html' title='A TIME TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2239370735158848798</id><published>2008-04-18T19:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:34:56.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEED BACK FROM MY DAY OF VOLUNTEERING</title><content type='html'>I have had the usual Friday with errands, post office, bank, Wal-Mart, and City Hall to pay a bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been the same the last few days, windy and cloudy but no rain. The week-end weather is forecasted to be like a summer day, possibly in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Lorene, went to the 45th Infantry Division Museum today to meet her boyfriend and the guys were all telling her what a nice person I am and how glad they are that I've decided to be a regular volunteer. Bill, the director of the museum, told Lorene that I was a "keeper". Yesterday Bill told me that for the first day I had earned an "A". I am looking forward going back this next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to receive a telephone call from my sister-in-law, Lori. She and Ben have been in AZ and AL for the winter and will be going back home to Michigan May 1st. She had talked to another of my sisters-in-law in IL regarding the large earthquake that occurred early this morning in Illinois. Melinda was sleeping and felt the bed movement and dishes rattling in the kitchen. This earthquake was felt all the way to Wisconsin. Lori really called me to find out about my attending the Doobie Brothers concert in Norman with my friend, Steve. Everyone has been encouraging me with their support and everyone wants to see me having some fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorene and Art went to Remington Park Casino today for an hour and while they were there, a lady next to them won $6,000. Why can't I ever win? Lady Luck will hit one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Geneva called and asked if I would like to go out to dinner with her. We decided to go to City Bites in North Park Mall. It was a fun time as it was totally spur-of -the-moment. Geneva and I have been friends and neighbors for many years, but she has moved from the neighborhood now. We still see each other often and we have a trip to Tunica, MS planned. We walked around the mall and oohed and aahed at all the clothing displayed in the windows. There was a style show and luncheon in the mall today and I saw Congresswoman, Mary Fallin and a TV co-anchor, Meg Alexander. I didn't participate in the festivities. I was just there to walk but there were a lot of gawkers standing around, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying in tonight and watching the DVD "Juno". Some people that have seen it liked it and others haven't liked it very much. I usually like the movies that my son and his fiancee like and I believe they said they liked this DVD.  Any who, I will be my own judge and will tell in a later posting to my blog if I liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2239370735158848798?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2239370735158848798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2239370735158848798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2239370735158848798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2239370735158848798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/feed-back-from-my-day-of-volunteering.html' title='FEED BACK FROM MY DAY OF VOLUNTEERING'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7792919175245775795</id><published>2008-04-17T18:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:54:59.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='45th Infantry Division Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>A DAY AT THE 45TH INFANTRY  DIVISION MUSEUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SAo_6YSRN3I/AAAAAAAAADE/79au2XcdjSY/s1600-h/45th+pamphlet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191031792681957234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SAo_6YSRN3I/AAAAAAAAADE/79au2XcdjSY/s320/45th+pamphlet+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, I had my first volunteer day at the 45th Infantry Division Museum, and it was quite a learning experience. I met Leon, Bob, Ed, Norris, Bill and others who each had their own war experiences to tell me. Each of them had served in the National Guard or the Regular Army and were so helpful to me. They all had very impressive ranks and several had their pictures in the museum. The museum is laid out where it flows from Indian Territory Days to the present. I am very impressed with the display of the original World War II cartoon drawings by Bill Mauldin. Bill served on the staff of the 45th Division News. I am also impressed with items on display from Hitler's home, apartment, and bunker. We had a few visitors today, two from California, and one young 21 year old soldier home from Iraq for three weeks and then back to Iraq where he had been since June 2007. He was quite interesting to talk to. A few locals also visited. The museum will have a lot of visitors during the summer and I am told they come from all over the world to visit the museum because it is Oklahoma's only state operated museum dedicated to military history. The museum director, Bill, brought me a Missouri Pacific Railroad pass issued to his father on April 9, 1924. He knows my interest really is the railroad, and it was very kind of him to share this with me. I will see if the Oklahoma Railroad Museum is interested in having this piece of memorabilia. I was issued a jacket and an identification badge and will report back to the museum next Thursday at 9:00 am. Everyone should visit this military museum at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather has been unpredictable today, cloudy, windy, a few raindrops, and now as the evening is here, it has turned much colder than earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my family and friends are all well at the close of this day. I hope they all experienced a fun-filled day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7792919175245775795?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7792919175245775795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7792919175245775795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7792919175245775795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7792919175245775795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-at-45th-infantry-division-museum.html' title='A DAY AT THE 45TH INFANTRY  DIVISION MUSEUM'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SAo_6YSRN3I/AAAAAAAAADE/79au2XcdjSY/s72-c/45th+pamphlet+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-328899284544152113</id><published>2008-04-15T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:39:22.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAX DAY</title><content type='html'>The wind has been horrible today.  Not a good day to be out, especially for someone with allergies.  Thankfully I don't have allergies!!  I remowed my lawn today because the dandelions are taking over.  The weathermen are forecasting warm weather, possibly in the 80's, for the week-end.  Everyone is ready for nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get the oil changed in my car this morning.  I was waiting at 7:00 AM when they opened for business.  I was the first one in line and was back home by 7:45 AM.  That is something else I have had to take over since I became a widow.  Women don't realize how much their husbands do until after they are gone.  I ran several errands today.  It seems there is always something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took care of paying my taxes earlier in the month, so I didn't have to rush around to get them in the mail today, the 15th.  I bet there are a lot of procrastinators that will be lined up at the post office at 12:00 AM, just in time for the deadline.  My next door neighbor is a CPA and has been working long hours since January.  It ends tonight for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spur-of-the-moment activities and a neighbor asked me to go to dinner at a chinese restaurant unexpectantly.  I just returned and I am so uncomfortable from overeating.  That is what buffets are good for, you want a taste of everything, so you always overeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked only 1 mile today at the mall.  I had good intentions to go back this evening, but now I am too full to walk.  It is a good TV night, American Idol, Dancing With the Stars, and Boston Legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-328899284544152113?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/328899284544152113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=328899284544152113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/328899284544152113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/328899284544152113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/tax-day.html' title='TAX DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7825105804863842216</id><published>2008-04-12T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:24:34.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWN MOWING DAY</title><content type='html'>My lawn has rapidly been growing with all the rain and warm weather. My grass is full of weeds this year, mostly dandelions. My son, Keith, came and mowed this morning , and it looks a lot better, but he wants to do something to get rid of the weeds and crabgrass. All the lawns surrounding mine look the same, no better, no worse. We all have our work cut out for us during the Spring and Summer. Keith is good to come mow anytime I need him. Prior to Keith mowing, my grandson, Ryan mowed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny, windy, and quite cool today here in Oklahoma City. My son in Santa Fe, NM woke up to three inches of snow, but by late afternoon, the snow was all gone. My grandson is in Kansas City this weekend to attend a Wizard's soccer game, and, we understand, there have been snow flurries there and is quite cold. I just talked to my sister-in-law in Illinois and, they too, have seen snow flurries today. I don't want to see snow here until Winter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done any errands today, but there is a tomorrow. Only time I have been gone today was to the mall for the daily walk. I have movies to watch tonight. I watched "Into the Wild" last night, a true story. It was very good and I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7825105804863842216?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7825105804863842216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7825105804863842216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7825105804863842216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7825105804863842216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/lawn-mowing-day.html' title='LAWN MOWING DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2174233788384146401</id><published>2008-04-11T17:55:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:42:00.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIEND'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is a big birthday for my friend Judy. We e-mailed each other today and remembered when our husbands worked together and we were all so young and full of it. Times have changed for both of us, both husbands are deceased and, therefore, our lives have changed drastically. Her sister and brother-in-law from Kansas are flying into the Guthrie Airport tomorrow to spend the day with her. She will meet them at the airport. Her only child, Rob, called and sent her a card. He and his family live in Broken Arrow, OK. She is to attend a club's cookout tonight and said since it was her birthday, she would bring the cake. 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It is always good and tonight was no exception. I appreciate them including me in their lives. Kelly is becoming a dear friend to me and we e-mail jokes back and forth. I am glad she has come into my son's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just talked to my friend, Geneva. Today she and her two sisters-in-law had a full massage. She said it was so relaxing and enjoyable. It made her aches and pains more bearable. She plans to go back in the future. She felt like she had died and gone to heaven when it was all over. I have never had a massage, but I think it would feel heavenly to have your neck and back massaged. I would probably fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't do errands today but walked the mall for forty minutes, 2 miles. Tomorrow is another day. I have all the time in the world to do errands, if not tomorrow, whenever!! My life has never been so filled, even when I was married. Of course, I do get lonely at times, but something usually comes up with family or friends to fill the void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2174233788384146401?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2174233788384146401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2174233788384146401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2174233788384146401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2174233788384146401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friends-birthday_11.html' title='MY FRIEND&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7353231467650667990</id><published>2008-04-10T18:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:05:11.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN GO AWAY</title><content type='html'>I am ready for the sun to shine, rain to stop, wind to quit blowing, and to have warmer weather. After all it is Spring -- It is shorts, sleeveless shirts, and barefoot time. I shouldn't be complaining!! My son that lives in Santa Fe, NM called yesterday and they were having snowflakes in the air and it is Springtime there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had computer problems today, probably due to the high winds. I felt lost without being able to access the internet, and I just got my first computer a few months ago. I was told how much fun computers are and also how addictive they can become. GUESS WHAT -- I admit it --I have become addicted. Computers have opened another way to communicate now that I have a blog, e-mail, and can instant message friends and family. I need to give thanks to my son, Keith, who patiently irons out all my mistakes and also taught me how to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another so so day for me. Did my usual walking at the mall. Somedays it is hard to get motivated to walk and it is harder some days to walk my goal of two miles daily. I get mentally and physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down and the sky is sand colored. This day is coming to a close. I am looking forward to tomorrow. The weather can only get better. I have a lot of errands to run tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7353231467650667990?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7353231467650667990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7353231467650667990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7353231467650667990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7353231467650667990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN RAIN GO AWAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7256227579049901621</id><published>2008-04-08T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:39:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER MUSEUM VISIT</title><content type='html'>I was invited back to the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Division Museum today to talk to the Curator about becoming a volunteer. I usually make up my mind quickly, but I am retired and I hate to commit to anything, so I took an application and I have the pick of Thursday, Friday or Saturday mornings from 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM to decide when I want to volunteer. I would be at the front desk to greet visitors to the museum and it would be very interesting talking to all the tourists, especially in the Summer months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's boyfriend took she and I out to lunch at Crossroad's Mall to the chinese buffet that had just recently reopened. They had eaten there many times and recommended it highly. I enjoyed the buffet very much and we noted how clean and fresh everything was. I was ready for a nap after eating such a heavy lunch, but Lorene and I can't pass Remington Park Casino without stopping and playing the slots for an hour or so. It was Seniors Day so we played with their money and won and then lost their money and ended up losing some of our own money. We both know when to leave. She did win $500.00 last Sunday at the Riverwind Casino in Norman. Sounds too good to be true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked off on walking at the mall today, but feel I did walk quite a few steps at various places. I will get back to routine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kansas won the Final Four Men's Basketball Championship. A great game for the players and Bill Self, the coach. It would be nice if OSU could entice him to come be the basketball coach to replace Sean Sutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the weather was quite alarming around the northwest part of the city. I was ready to take cover when the weathermen keep saying it could turn into a tornado at anytime and mentioned several areas close to me. At 4:30 AM the hail, rain, thunder and lightning strikes woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out being cloudy and dreary and jacket weather, but at the end of the day the sun came out and warmed up considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing planned for this evening but to watch TV. I will be watching Dancing With the Stars and Boston Legal, two of my favorite shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7256227579049901621?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7256227579049901621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7256227579049901621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7256227579049901621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7256227579049901621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-museum-visit.html' title='ANOTHER MUSEUM VISIT'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2428546562604081160</id><published>2008-04-07T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:40:24.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS FOR SCOTT</title><content type='html'>My son Scott has been in a cast for several weeks due to slipping on ice in Santa Fe where he lives. It has been a rough time for him with no family living in Santa Fe to assist him in the most mundane daily chores. He has been on crutches since the accident and he lives upstairs, so even going up and down the stairs has been difficult. He has been able to continue working but has to rely on taxis and friends for rides to and from work. Friends have been supportive and helpful in his time of need. But, today the DREADED CAST was removed and it appears the bones in his ankle have healed beautifully. After wearing a medical boot for four weeks, and possible physical therapy after that, he should be back to normal (whatever is normal for him).  We are thankful that surgery was not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual Monday for me, relaxation after the weekend, walking the mall, window shopping, telephoning, e-mailing, instant messaging, and watching TV. The men's championship basketball game is on tonight between Kansas and Memphis. I will be watching that. I hope Kansas wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma City is under a tornado watch until 10:00 PM. My sister lives in Burkburnett, TX and she and her granddaughter had to go to the storm cellar late this afternoon. Tornadoes were all around Burkburnett and since my sister's house was destroyed during the big Wichita Falls, TX tornado, she doesn't take chances with their safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2428546562604081160?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2428546562604081160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2428546562604081160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2428546562604081160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2428546562604081160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-news-for-scott.html' title='GOOD NEWS FOR SCOTT'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3025609538276212252</id><published>2008-04-06T18:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:58:55.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riverwind Casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doobie Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>DOOBIE BROTHERS - WHAT FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_l-c1P0fCI/AAAAAAAAACg/am5l0rFKeRA/s1600-h/ticket+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186315479688707106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_l-c1P0fCI/AAAAAAAAACg/am5l0rFKeRA/s320/ticket+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had no entry in my blog yesterday because I was saving it until today to tell all about the Doobie Brothers show that I attended at the Riverwind Casino last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They performed before a lively, uninhibited, sold out audience. I have not had so much fun in a very long time. Everyone was up out of their seats clapping, dancing, and silently singing along with the group. The performance started at 8:00 PM and they were on the stage, without intermission, until 9:45 PM. What energy and what musicians and singers they are. They were electrifying and the audience responded with loud applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the show with Steve, a man whom I met while set-up at the Stillwater Train Show last June. He loves N-Scale model trains and, until recently, was President of the OK N-Rail Model Train Club. I have seen him at all the shows I have set-up at selling my Santa Fe Railroad memorabilia, and have enjoyed having conversations with him at the shows and via e-mails. Both of us enjoyed the show and we ended the evening at my house with pizza and soft drinks. It was a perfect ending to a perfect evening!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very relaxing day. My son and girlfriend came over and stayed a good part of the day with me. My son had smoked meats of several varieties and they came with all the fixings, baked beans, french fries, and hush puppies. It was a joy to have them with me and the day went by so quickly with them here. We worked on my computer and solved some problems and they introduced me to features that neither they nor I knew we could do with my computer. They have been so inventive with their own blogs and I am amazed with all the information and photos they have posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left I went to the mall and walked 2 1/2 miles with a lady I just met there at the mall. We were the only two walkers so we walked together and had a great conversation. She is a realtor and she usually walks 3 miles each day. A very nice walking partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many telephone calls today asking about my evening out last night. Curiosity is about to get the best of them. I have enjoyed all their inquiries and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got finished instant messaging with my granddaughter and I had a telephone call from my grandson. This has been a wonderful day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3025609538276212252?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3025609538276212252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3025609538276212252' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3025609538276212252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3025609538276212252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/doobie-brothers-what-fun.html' title='DOOBIE BROTHERS - WHAT FUN!!!'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_l-c1P0fCI/AAAAAAAAACg/am5l0rFKeRA/s72-c/ticket+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6975886352813265681</id><published>2008-04-04T17:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:58:10.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBRANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_fLOVP0e_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GIbbup8FcWY/s1600-h/news+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185836943022521330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_fLOVP0e_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GIbbup8FcWY/s320/news+1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today would have been the 110th birthday of my dear father-in-law and I wish to remember him on this day, April 4, 2008. He was born in Sullivan, IL on April 4, 1898, a son of a newspaper family. The family moved to Kansas, IL in 1915 when his father purchased the Kansas Journal. After high school, due to his dad's illness, he assumed charge of the Journal and spent the rest of his life editing and publishing one of the best "country weeklies" in Eastern Illinois. He was known as "A Country Editor". He retired in February 1975 and died on October 17, 1975. So today I remember Harry E. Covey as being kind, gentle, funny, and a loving father and father-in-law . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had my usual errands to run today, bank, gasoline, grocery store, and my daily walk at the mall. I walked with John, an old buddy of my late husband. John is soon to be 89 and he walked as briskly as I. He walked 1 mile and I walked 2 1/2 miles. Enjoyed talking over old times that he and my husband shared. After each of them retired they met for coffee once or twice a week. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6975886352813265681?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6975886352813265681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6975886352813265681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6975886352813265681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6975886352813265681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/remembrance.html' title='REMEMBRANCE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_fLOVP0e_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GIbbup8FcWY/s72-c/news+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-2392914135775861309</id><published>2008-04-03T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:37:35.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY</title><content type='html'>No wind, no rain and 80 degrees as I post this at 6:09 PM. I am glad I live in Oklahoma City on days like this. Tomorrow is another day as threatening storms are predicted to arrive tonight and a cold front is also expected. Weatherman just announced there will not be rain or storms in  Oklahoma City tonight. He is predicting a beautiful weekend for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special has occurred in my life today. Had a few errands to run and walked 2 miles at the mall. Stopped at post office and also rented a DVD to watch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline prices reached $3.19/gallon today. I am going to start organizing my daily trips where one trip covers everything I need. I can now see $4.00/gallon in the future. I never thought we would see gasoline rise to that price here in Oklahoma. Oh for the good ole days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to friends and relatives for telephone calls and e-mails today. I keep in touch daily with them and it is very consoling to know they are well and they are thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Day for the Red Hawks baseball team. They are playing the Memphis Redbirds. Good luck Red Hawks !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-2392914135775861309?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/2392914135775861309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=2392914135775861309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2392914135775861309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/2392914135775861309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-what-beautiful-day_03.html' title='OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1960384777905278437</id><published>2008-04-02T18:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:36:48.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>This has been a day to just stay indoors and play catch-up on everything left undone the first part of this week. I played and today was a day to do those things I should have been doing all week. I had telephone calls to make that I let go, business transactions to see to, bill paying, and the dreaded time of year of sending in payments for income taxes owed. I talked to my CPA about my IRA that is maturing. Interest doesn't look good for the shortterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back on schedule of walking before noon. I have been walking in the afternoon and while I do love to visit with friends and window shop, I had been slipping on speed and length of walk. I could tell it today when I upped the speed and length and tired more readily. I did not see anyone to deter my walking. It was boring I must admit. I passed one older man while walking and he commented on how spry I was. At the end of my walk he should have seen me dragging (ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying posting on my Blog each day. Thanks to Keith, my son, I have learned the basics of the computer and can communicate with family and friends easily.  I do love receiving all those e-mail jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched part of the DVD "Rendition" today. I'll try to complete it tonight, but several of my favorite TV shows are on tonight, Moment of Truth, American Idol, and Men in Trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will not be storms tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1960384777905278437?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1960384777905278437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1960384777905278437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1960384777905278437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1960384777905278437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-day.html' title='JUST ANOTHER DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-9004838997281206587</id><published>2008-04-01T17:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:11:24.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What fun I have had today!! I have been with friends all day long doing different activities. First, my girlfriend and I went to the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Museum located at N.E. 36th and Eastern. I was seeing if I want to become a volunteer at the reception desk. It seems as though it would be quite interesting as people come into the museum from all over the world. While I was there tourists from several states came in. I haven't made up my mind to really become a volunteer yet but I am giving it serious thought. While at the museum I met a volunteer that had attended the same elementary, junior high and high schools that I attended. He had lived near me while attending these schools. We had a lot of the same teachers and both of us even remembered the kindergarten teacher's name. This really is a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my girlfriend and her boyfriend and I went to Remington Park Casino for lunch and to play the slots for an hour. I left with more money than I went with and, in addition, had accumulated enough playing points for a free lunch. The others didn't win today. I guess this was my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I went to walk at the mall and two girlfriends were there. I was the only one walking. They were there to shop. We went to City Bites and had a soft drink. When we left City Bites ,we ran into another girlfriend that I had not seen since before 1990. When I was working at Gulf/Chevron, occasionally we would go to Happy Hour together. We had a lot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now ready to take off my shoes and kick back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful I have many friends from the past and the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-9004838997281206587?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/9004838997281206587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=9004838997281206587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9004838997281206587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/9004838997281206587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-tuesday.html' title='BUSY TUESDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7786213319087743621</id><published>2008-03-31T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:49:26.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORNING AFTER A BAD WEATHER NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Thankfully last night's impending bad weather didn't occur in our neighborhood, but a few miles directly north of my house, there were several homes severely damaged by high winds (possibly tornado).  My son's girlfriend knows one family that had damage to their home.  I had prepared my closet to take cover in before attiring for bed.  The TV weathermen warned us all evening long of the tornadoes spotted in the State of Oklahoma.  This time of year we all need to take special heed to the weathermen's warnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started out to be a dreary day, windy and cloudy with a few sprinkles of rain, but as the day progressed, it turned out to be warm, cloudless, and sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have e-mailed, instant messaged and talked on telephone to friends today.  My friend, Lorene, and I went to Remington Park Casino to claim her birthday gift.  I played the slots with money given to me by the casino and won and Lorene also won.  We knew when to leave  -- money in our pockets rather than stay and loose it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord that there were no injuries in last night's storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7786213319087743621?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7786213319087743621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7786213319087743621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7786213319087743621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7786213319087743621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-after-bad-weather-night.html' title='MORNING AFTER A BAD WEATHER NIGHT'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1722797189656154672</id><published>2008-03-30T18:20:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:41:27.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arcadia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>FUN DAY</title><content type='html'>I have had such an enjoyable day. Heard from family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my friend's birthday gift to her this morning. She and her sons had gone out to dinner, so I left the package. She called when she returned from her birthday dinner and thanked me for the gift and asked me to go to the mall and walk with her. I had to decline as I was just stepping out of the shower when she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I did go walk and when my walk was completed, I stopped by my birthday friend's house and chatted with her while she made blueberry muffins. I left before the muffins were finished baking and before long I saw her drive up with some hot muffins for me. How nice is she!!!!She is a dear friend and I have spent a lot of enjoyable time with her, walking, shopping, eating out, and going to casinos. We decided to go to Arcadia to the Pops Restaurant. She had never been there. We had refreshments and then drove on to the Round Barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she had a very enjoyable day and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao41P0e5I/AAAAAAAAABU/kq3s8C8P-S4/s1600-h/P1011150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688127934659474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao41P0e5I/AAAAAAAAABU/kq3s8C8P-S4/s320/P1011150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao5lP0e6I/AAAAAAAAABc/a-if7uTKhmA/s1600-h/P9021165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688140819561378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao5lP0e6I/AAAAAAAAABc/a-if7uTKhmA/s320/P9021165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao5lP0e6I/AAAAAAAAABc/a-if7uTKhmA/s1600-h/P9021165.JPG"&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_ArGFP0e7I/AAAAAAAAABk/3wB-RpfDXrE/s1600-h/09-02-07_2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183690554591181746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_ArGFP0e7I/AAAAAAAAABk/3wB-RpfDXrE/s320/09-02-07_2015.jpg" 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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_WHWVP0e8I/AAAAAAAAABs/M8bj9m6H3iw/s1600-h/Pops+menu+front+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185199363717364674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_WHWVP0e8I/AAAAAAAAABs/M8bj9m6H3iw/s320/Pops+menu+front+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_WHWVP0e9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rdp54zWXgFU/s1600-h/Pops+menu+back+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185199363717364690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_WHWVP0e9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rdp54zWXgFU/s320/Pops+menu+back+001.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_bYnFP0e-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CLpoh8fRSTI/s1600-h/Pops-Peggy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185570186898734050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_bYnFP0e-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CLpoh8fRSTI/s320/Pops-Peggy+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pops66.com/"&gt;http://www.pops66.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao5lP0e6I/AAAAAAAAABc/a-if7uTKhmA/s1600-h/P9021165.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1722797189656154672?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1722797189656154672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1722797189656154672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1722797189656154672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1722797189656154672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-day.html' title='FUN DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R_Ao41P0e5I/AAAAAAAAABU/kq3s8C8P-S4/s72-c/P1011150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-8564811925520968516</id><published>2008-03-29T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:36:48.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>I have very little to write about today.  It has been a cloudy, chilly, and dreary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and his girlfriend came and mowed the weeds down in my yard.  Where do all the weeds come from year after year?  I do hate to see all the yard work begin, but I guess it is a necessary evil of Springtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped today for a gift for my girlfriend's birthday that is tomorrow, but in the end, I purchased a gift card for her.  We are all at that point in life where we have what we want or need, so it is hard to know what to buy for someone else.  I do know she likes the store that I bought the gift card in and she can find many things to pick from.  We have been window shopping and we have looked at shoes, purses, and pant tops that we both liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a day of rest and we should all honor that day and only do what is absolutely necessary.  I plan to do nothing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-8564811925520968516?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/8564811925520968516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=8564811925520968516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8564811925520968516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/8564811925520968516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4837530014384056493</id><published>2008-03-28T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:34:27.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY IMPORTANT DATE TO ME</title><content type='html'>Fifteen years ago today (3/28/93) my beautiful granddaughter was born. She was named Rayna Monet and she has brought us so much joy (most of the time). It was a beautiful day and her brother, Ryan, had a soccer game to play that day. We were all at the hospital awaiting the baby's birth when he had to leave for his game. When he returned from playing soccer, the baby still wasn't here. It was like she was waiting to enter the world when her big brother was there. Big brother couldn't be here today to celebrate her birthday but both her mom and I took her to the Olive Gardens Restaurant to celebrate (restaurant of her choice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of day has been quite the norm for me. Walked in neighborhood this morning even though it was only 42 degrees. Walked in mall this afternoon with Lorene. We then went to Braum's again like we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving us a healthy baby girl on this date fifteen years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4837530014384056493?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4837530014384056493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4837530014384056493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4837530014384056493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4837530014384056493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-important-date-to-me.html' title='VERY IMPORTANT DATE TO ME'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4279468835211268192</id><published>2008-03-27T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:14:16.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY BEFORE FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>This has been a busy day for me just doing what is necessary to maintain  a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raked prickly balls that had fallen from my neighbor's sweetgum tree on to my property.  They are the messiest tree and we had planted one, but after becoming a widow, I decided to eliminate anything that wasn't necessary to maintain.  The first thing I did was to have that sweetgum tree removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioning company came and serviced my air conditioner.  Everything is ready for the hot summer months.  Today it has been warm enough to switch on the a/c, but I will hold off for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uncovered my faucets and dragged the garden hose around to the front and hooked it up so I can start watering my flowers.  While I was watering the flower bed I sprayed the front windows and shutters.  They were covered in Oklahoma red dirt and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my finished income taxes from my CPA and, as usual, I have to pay additional taxes.  I have to pay additional estimated taxes also.  I have a few days until April 15th to fret over paying them.  My late husband always handled the taxes so this has been a learning experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the day wouldn't be complete without my daily walks.  Walked in neighborhood and also in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received very interesting e-mails from my son's girlfriend, Kelly.  She is very thoughtful and considerate of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4279468835211268192?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4279468835211268192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4279468835211268192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4279468835211268192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4279468835211268192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-before-friday.html' title='DAY BEFORE FRIDAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-1100696147000976666</id><published>2008-03-26T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:31:01.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY - HUMP DAY</title><content type='html'>I always feel the week is just about over on Wednesday then  I start planning what I can do the next week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to really enter for today.  I did walk 3 l/4 miles with friends and then met at Braum's for a limeade and yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to both my sons, one here in Oklahoma City, and the other in Santa Fe, NM.  I also instant messaged with my sister in TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been short-sleeve weather today, but it has been cloudy most of the day.  Neighbors have been out working on their yards and I went to Ace today and bought lawnmower supplies.  My yard needs a lot of attention.  I have a corner lot and have more lawn to attend to than most of my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son worked on setting up my Blog until quite late last night.  We are trying to get it more readable.  I need pictures but those will come in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-1100696147000976666?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/1100696147000976666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=1100696147000976666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1100696147000976666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/1100696147000976666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/wednesday-hump-day.html' title='WEDNESDAY - HUMP DAY'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-5051487494441504708</id><published>2008-03-25T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:24:42.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY PLANS CHANGED</title><content type='html'>Today was to be a fun day with a lot of different activities.  But all plans are susceptible to change and this was one of those days.  I am thinking of volunteering at the Oklahoma 45th Infantry Division Museum and was to meet there at 9:30 for a tour and to learn the duties of a volunteer.  Art, my friend's boyfriend, was to introduce me and take me around, but he called at 6:30 am and was ill with whatever is going around.  We had all planned after visiting the museum to go to the Newcastle Casino  for a while and then go out to lunch.  None of these plans came to fruition.  Oh well, there will be another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time walking at the mall today.  Three of my friends were there and more time was spent gabbing and window shopping than walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorene lost her keys at the neighborhood park and looked with another neighbor a hour and a half before I found out that she had lost her keys.  I said I would go to the park and look for them and I walked right to them.  Rod, our postal carrier, was also going to look for them but I found them just as he walked up.  He told Lorene and me all about his trip to Wendover, NV to the casinos.  He thinks all my girlfriends should get together and go to Wendover for a fun, inexpensive time.  Hopefully, we can do just that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful day.  I guess I can expect more of the same now that Spring is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-5051487494441504708?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/5051487494441504708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=5051487494441504708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5051487494441504708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/5051487494441504708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuesday-plans-changed.html' title='TUESDAY PLANS CHANGED'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6394374598681807948</id><published>2008-03-24T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:53:52.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY AFTER EASTER</title><content type='html'>It is always hard to get back into the routine after a weekend, especially a holiday like Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a laid back, relaxing day. Walked with Sandy in the neighborhood this morning and walked with Lorene at the North Park Mall this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had numerous phones calls from friends today and they are all having the same type of day as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received an interesting e-mail from Tom in Trenton, NJ thanking me for visiting his website. He is an archivist in Trenton, very interesting website. I plan to visit his website again and again. You, too, might like his website.   &lt;a href="http://www.glover320blogspot.com/"&gt;www.glover320blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As the day is ending, I again am thankful for all my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6394374598681807948?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6394374598681807948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6394374598681807948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6394374598681807948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6394374598681807948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-after-easter.html' title='MONDAY AFTER EASTER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-4436194573387442251</id><published>2008-03-23T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:04:06.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>EASTER - RESURRECTION OF JESUS CHRIST</title><content type='html'>We should all stop and think what this day means to all Christians. We think of dyed eggs, chocolate bunnies and egg hunts, but shouldn't we really be thinking of the true meaning. HE HAS RISEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed the day. My son, his girlfriend, and I had dinner at a great Mexican Restaurant named Poblano's, located at NW122nd and May. The food was outstanding and our waiter, Edwardo, was extremely friendly and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many e-mails today from friends and family wishing me a Happy Easter and to everyone that will read this Blog I want to wish them a Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't in our lifetime see another Easter this early in the year. It has been rather cool but a bright and sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to be thankful for, especially my family and friends. Without all of them it would certainly be a lonely existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-4436194573387442251?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/4436194573387442251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=4436194573387442251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4436194573387442251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/4436194573387442251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-resurrection-of-jesus-christ.html' title='EASTER - RESURRECTION OF JESUS CHRIST'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-7258523693619282372</id><published>2008-03-22T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:54:48.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY BEFORE EASTER</title><content type='html'>Today has been very enjoyable.  Conversed with friends and relatives via e-mails and instant messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Geneva, returned yesterday from a Spring Break trip to New York City.  She and her daughter, Susie, had a marvelous time while there.  They went to the Broadway show, Jersey Boys, and Geneva said the music was very nostalgic.  She said she thought I would have enjoyed the show also.  Geneva brought back to me a beautiful gold chain necklace and a NYC souvenir spoon for my spoon collection.  Someday maybe I will visit NYC.  Geneva invited me for lunch and I thoroughly enjoyed hearing all about her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Geneva's condo I went to the mall and walked.  It is very invigorating and I saw a friend, Lucille, there and we walked together.  It isn't as boring with a fellow walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from walking at the mall and a neighbor lady and good friend, Lorene, and I walked her dog in our neighborhood.  The dog tired out before we did, so we took the dog home and continued on our walk.  I enjoy living in my neighborhood very much and in September, it will be 40 years ago that we purchased our home and moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed being outdoors on this Spring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-7258523693619282372?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/7258523693619282372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=7258523693619282372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7258523693619282372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/7258523693619282372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-before-easter.html' title='SATURDAY BEFORE EASTER'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-6823012773546519436</id><published>2008-03-22T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:17:27.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSE STATE TRAIN SHOW</title><content type='html'>On March 15th I set-up at the Rose State Model Railroad Meet. I have Santa Fe Railroad memorabilia that my late husband collected for many years. I have been attending several train shows here in Oklahoma and always have such fun. I have met so many interesting men who belong to the Comrail (HO) Club. They have always been so helpful in unloading and loading my car the day of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 16th I went to the Crossroad's Mall to see the Oklahoma N-Rail Model Train Club's layout that is open to the public to view. If at all possible, you should visit them on Saturdays and Sundays. A member of the club is there to explain and show you the layout and the club loves to have visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next train show I might set-up at is in Stillwater, OK in June. It is at the Payne County Fairgrounds on the east side of Stillwater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-6823012773546519436?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/6823012773546519436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=6823012773546519436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6823012773546519436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/6823012773546519436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/rose-state-train-show.html' title='ROSE STATE TRAIN SHOW'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3482556097272243941</id><published>2008-03-21T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:06:29.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY IN MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>March 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my daily two mile walk at North Park Mall, all upscale shops. I always meet and talk to very interesting walkers. Usually I start the day off walking in my own neighborhood with a lady friend. We walk 1 1/4 miles daily, weather permitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of errands to run like I always do on Friday, grocery store, bank, gasoline, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson called from Sterling, KS where he is on a soccer scholarship. He just returned today from a cruise to Cozumel, Mexico. Spring Break is just about over for him, but he says the cruise was fantastic. He is a soccer coach for an under eleven team and his team plays their first game this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my almost 15 year old granddaughter. She is adorable and works for a Vet caring for the animals. She and her family have 4 dogs of their own.  She is also on Spring Break but has spent most of her days at the hospital visiting her other grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Johnnie's for my dinner tonight. It was delicious, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Wal Mart today, I saw an old friend whom I hadn 't seen for many years. It was so good to see Glen and he promises he will call me in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3482556097272243941?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3482556097272243941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3482556097272243941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3482556097272243941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3482556097272243941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-in-my-life.html' title='A DAY IN MY LIFE'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440334924394427780.post-3401771616428532400</id><published>2008-03-20T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:51:52.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Fe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stillwater'/><title type='text'>STILLWATER TRAIN SHOW</title><content type='html'>My granddaughter and me at the train show in Stillwater OK in June 2007.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R-LKclP0ezI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWbpGIWOSJI/s1600-h/P6020792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179925113813105458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R-LKclP0ezI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWbpGIWOSJI/s320/P6020792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440334924394427780-3401771616428532400?l=luv2gosup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/feeds/3401771616428532400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440334924394427780&amp;postID=3401771616428532400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3401771616428532400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440334924394427780/posts/default/3401771616428532400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luv2gosup.blogspot.com/2008/03/train-show-in-stillwater-ok-in-june.html' title='STILLWATER TRAIN SHOW'/><author><name>luv2gosup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758295187730293717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/SKBUyErgBCI/AAAAAAAAALg/uV-IHaal66M/s1600-R/peggy1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-f8BGwtV5Y/R-LKclP0ezI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWbpGIWOSJI/s72-c/P6020792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
