<?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-6232092201817759463</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:53:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WVGrandma's Opinions</title><subtitle type='html'>My blogs are about life I&amp;#39;ll leave it to the other blogger to to do the fussing. I might do a little but mostly about what effects me at the moment. From my blogs your get humor and everyday information useful and not. I&amp;#39;m country and been around a long time. Not an angel &amp;amp; did the Urban thing, had a ball. So if you follow by blog expect just about anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-7510676526093641523</id><published>2011-05-02T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:34:40.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day is Sunday</title><content type='html'>I'm a big liar and I'm going to prove it.  When I started this blog thing it was to show only my lighter side but for some reason I've not been able to do that.  My heart is so damn broken and has been for so long. The final dagger happen over a year ago.  This is the second Mothers Day I have no Daughter.  Yes I have two sons that I love dearly and hopefully they love me as much.  I have a Daughter.  I love her with my whole being, a daughter who dose not understand she is all I am and so much more and always will be the flesh of me, just as her daughter is of her and her granddaughter is of her daughter.  All this has been taken from me and I hurt deep down into my core. I'm debating as to putting our last corespondents here, will seeing it in print be a healing for me or a vendetta. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.... December 29, 2009 at 11:25pm&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that whatever I say you will twist on me so I'm not going to pussy foot around it . What you did this evening was very wrong I don't deserve that type of treatment. first place there is a great difference in what I feel about having a great granddaughter and LOVE. Has absolutely nothing to do with love and I think you know that. Or I would hope so you are way to bright not to. What I say is nothing new you haven't heard since you were a child. And that is enough said about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see my grandchildren and my great grandchildren. I think come summer, you could find a afternoon to visit with me. I don't really want to hear any excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you and I am your Mother. Time you started treating me as such, up to you daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAUGHTER..... December 30, 2009 at 10:51am &lt;br /&gt;How about this Fuck you you crazy bitch leave me alone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this combined with all the water that has passed under the bridge and their has been plenty has totally alienate my daughter, and it seems my granddaughter and great granddaughter from me.  I have missed so much, maybe because I've made the wrong choices.  I don't know.  I feel like it must be my fault I should have the wisdom of my years, I had always been the peacemaker and yet I seem to never make the peace.  Will I die and never hold my great-granddaughter.  Will my final goodby be at my funeral.  If its to be maybe someday she will find this and know I loved her so much and hope she never experiences this void I feel.  Yea I think this is more a vendetta God forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-7510676526093641523?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/7510676526093641523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-is-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/7510676526093641523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/7510676526093641523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-is-sunday.html' title='Mothers Day is Sunday'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-4078522295160287079</id><published>2011-03-21T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:48:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow it still works</title><content type='html'>Been so long since I've signed in was sure if I would remember.  Getting OLD SUCK, OK now I got that out of the way so what the hell is my opinion on life today.  I'm waiting on another Great Grandchild.  Little girl Lexi, will make # whole bunch hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here wondering what kind of world they are going to grow up in or even if they will have a world.  Yeah I know doomsday has been predicted for every generation.&lt;br /&gt;The President just finished talking.  The news media is yadda yadda yadda about what is said and happening.&lt;br /&gt;Now for WVGrandma's opinion "The world is going to survived" my great-grand children will grow up and have children of their own. Why? Now how to explain what one knows in their soul.  I can't really quote anything from the bible since the devil hid it from me again. But I do know the time is not yet, but don't let that deter you from getting yourself right with our Lord Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;It's really going to suck for the next few years.  The cost of living is going to skyrocket.  There will be hunger in this country more then normal.  Education, Old People(me) Children are going to be the ones to suffer most. Our Country no matter who is in power are going to continue to worry about others more then their own people.  Yepper not much change.&lt;br /&gt;The why the world will not end in the generation of any living person today.  Simple.  The People of the world will become one nation of the world.  Maybe outer-space will be explored and a new world or worlds found.  Someday the world of people will wake up to the fact we are one.  How do I know this, I said it was simple, We are created in the image of the one (who has no name) the Alpha and the Omega.  Now if we the people will let it happen one person helping one person. Take heart, hang in there, do whatever necessary to be the best person you can and be nice to me. I could go on for page after page...you can fill in the missing paragraphs. I love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-4078522295160287079?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/4078522295160287079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow-it-still-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/4078522295160287079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/4078522295160287079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow-it-still-works.html' title='Wow it still works'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-6178743433904722080</id><published>2010-02-09T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:11:03.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2009 &amp; Winter 2010 &amp; maybe spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/S3HO0ulhdyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ySBRtCxaHDw/s1600-h/Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/S3HO0ulhdyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ySBRtCxaHDw/s320/Avatar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436353630466832162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice beauitful ice ,glittering like diamonds &lt;br /&gt;on roads and branches with sparkle &lt;br /&gt;Snow beautiful snow, solf as an angles wing.&lt;br /&gt;covering roads and branches with shimmer.&lt;br /&gt;Man beautiful man, hot with sweat of labor.&lt;br /&gt;As he shovels the beautiful snow away again.&lt;br /&gt;yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda  haha&lt;br /&gt;WVGrandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-6178743433904722080?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/6178743433904722080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-2009-winter-2010-maybe-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/6178743433904722080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/6178743433904722080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-2009-winter-2010-maybe-spring.html' title='Fall 2009 &amp; Winter 2010 &amp; maybe spring'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/S3HO0ulhdyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ySBRtCxaHDw/s72-c/Avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-2457297999932671701</id><published>2009-11-28T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:21:56.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN</title><content type='html'>OK grandmas shouldn't curse but we didn't have summer and now it's winter again.Mr Goverment big shot man tell me again your plan to save the planet. &lt;br /&gt;Grandpap's are supposed to tell their grandchildren how bad they had it when they were kids. Not the other way around.  Every year it seems winter is longer and summer is shorter.  The crop didn't grow right, and lordy forbid if you go outside without your hat.  Take no time to fry your brains, what we have left when we reach our golden years.&lt;br /&gt;to be continued: :-) As soon as I finish playing School of Magic on FB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-2457297999932671701?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/2457297999932671701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/2457297999932671701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/2457297999932671701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html' title='DAMN'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-3023139166912556319</id><published>2009-09-06T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:30:57.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD HEAVENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SqP_imFSENI/AAAAAAAAABI/X9jdZV1KHNw/s1600-h/at+68.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SqP_imFSENI/AAAAAAAAABI/X9jdZV1KHNw/s320/at+68.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378423349813842130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe tomorrow is Labor Day.  Where the heck did Summer go?  We sure didn't have much of it here this year.  Just yesterday I was waiting for spring. Oh Well!!&lt;br /&gt;So much for that remiss now on to bigger and greater things. Yep Yearbook!  Hey if you haven't tried it don't knock, cause you won't get in.  Prophetically I'm doomed to spend my waning years in YoVille.  Never heard of It?  Its a delightfully curious whimsical world.  A world of of never grow old.  Free of the strife of today survival. &lt;br /&gt; In YoVille you create an avatar that you select the hair color and style, skin color face shape eyes, ears and nose and clothing. You go to work and collect your earning. Buy furniture for your apartment.  Interact with other players till it becomes a real world.  Later purchase homes and pretty much the same items you use for your own pleasures. NO taxes, weathers always perfect, hey what more could you want.  Hehe that's when greed raise its little head.  Got to always have more, Oh by the way your now hooked, you can also buy YoDollars.  Your friends are pull out ahead of you in points and goodies cant let that happen. Yepper what am I doing here writing about YoVille, yikes got to get back across that YoVille bridge before the traffic get to heavy.  Come see me in YoVille, Yep I'm doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-3023139166912556319?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/3023139166912556319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-heavens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3023139166912556319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3023139166912556319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-heavens.html' title='GOOD HEAVENS'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SqP_imFSENI/AAAAAAAAABI/X9jdZV1KHNw/s72-c/at+68.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-6727732313396651643</id><published>2009-07-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:54:28.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/Sm0yB-iEiWI/AAAAAAAAABA/oQ3YEF56_xk/s1600-h/green+eyed+girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/Sm0yB-iEiWI/AAAAAAAAABA/oQ3YEF56_xk/s320/green+eyed+girl.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997740815288674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What once was sweetness...&lt;br /&gt; Was lost in living... &lt;br /&gt; What once was pure...&lt;br /&gt; was made impure...&lt;br /&gt; ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt; Bright is the beauty of the green eyed girl.&lt;br /&gt; Golden are her locks, &lt;br /&gt; Her beauty will fade,&lt;br /&gt; her locks will turn silver,&lt;br /&gt; but the beauty of her green eyes &lt;br /&gt; will last forever in the memory of those that love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WVGrandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-6727732313396651643?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/6727732313396651643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/elaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/6727732313396651643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/6727732313396651643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/elaine.html' title='Elaine'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/Sm0yB-iEiWI/AAAAAAAAABA/oQ3YEF56_xk/s72-c/green+eyed+girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-7547143048368049400</id><published>2009-07-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:21:56.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j106/auntpete/auntpete-tidy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 300px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j106/auntpete/auntpete-tidy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK what is your definition? My favorite is my son. My oldest son and his ability to spend 1/2 an hour putting on his socks and shoes.  Now its funny wasn't when he was a kid and I was waiting on him.  Of course he didn't out grown his ability to procrastinate, but now its his wife's problem.  I laughed my ass off when I visited. He's still my number one procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to admit he inherited from his mother who passed it on to all her children.  Why do you think I,m still sitting here at 2:00pm  haven't taken my shower or gotten dressed have no idea what I'm making for supper. Yepper they came by it naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Why not put off till tomorrow what you don't want to do today. It will still be waiting when your dead and gone.  The dusting fairy dose not exist. Dang gone it!&lt;br /&gt;Want to know anything else about procrastinating just ask I'm really a expert.&lt;br /&gt;OH by the way I'm also AuntPete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-7547143048368049400?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/7547143048368049400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/procrastinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/7547143048368049400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/7547143048368049400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-109218430638997355</id><published>2009-07-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:46:38.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger  HURTS</title><content type='html'>Anger is one emotion I try to avoid, but sometimes is can become over powering.  Today is one of those days.  I hate this feeling, I try to do unto others as I would have them to unto me.  I have no one I can talk to, I listen to my friends few , well only one listens to me.  I want to feel only kindness toward my family and friends so why does anger have to raise its ugly head. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not making a whole lot of sense today but I just had a conversation with my husband. I'm really ticked at what he said to me.  I know he can't help the way he behaves and he will not take the medications that would help, so where do I go from here.  I shouldn't even be writing today &amp; Popi I know you will probably be the only one who reads this so you know already what I'm feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-109218430638997355?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/109218430638997355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/anger-hurts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/109218430638997355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/109218430638997355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/anger-hurts.html' title='Anger  HURTS'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-3077682638887925328</id><published>2009-07-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:40:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's July 13th times going to fast</title><content type='html'>Monday morning, the sun is shining, the weather is warm but the vegetable garden isn't doing well at all.  Second year that the peppers aren't producing and the tomatoes are slow. Going to have to find out why.  &lt;br /&gt;What do I want to write about today?  Dang if I really know. I do know one thing I sure wish that all of you that read this would leave me a comment and subscribe to my blog. How else can I exchange ideas with y'all. Today I have complete writers block.  Take that back Showbiz tonight just came one guess what? They saved Jackson's brain! OK that's cool. Did he have a fake removable nose?  Come on why would he have one that looked that bad, he sure need one. I'll never understand why a handsome young man would do what he did to his face. I think the physicians that did the over surgery needed prosecuted. Oh well enough about Michael.&lt;br /&gt;waiting and needing to hear from y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-3077682638887925328?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/3077682638887925328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-july-13th-times-going-to-fast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3077682638887925328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3077682638887925328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-july-13th-times-going-to-fast.html' title='It&apos;s July 13th times going to fast'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-8385789227926477174</id><published>2009-07-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:02:35.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday&amp; all that stuff.</title><content type='html'>Dang, dang how much longer do we have to hear about Jackson, let the man RIP.&lt;br /&gt;Today the sun is shinning and I think it may finely be shinning for me.  After over 8 years of server pain and pain of varying degrees all my life. Today I have very little pain. I suffer from arthritis and Fibromyalgia and yes it is a real, ask anyone who lives with it. Pain is constant, your flesh hurts. feel the outline of every bone in your body. Never feeling rested, unable to complete the simpleness task.  Yep its like you have no life. I started taking Lycria last Friday, the last card to play. I had been holding back since I take so many medications and I didn't like the idea of a med that could increase my appetite and I'm still concerned about the side effects, I'm to fat now. A week from tomorrow I'll write about the effects of this medication again &amp; give you a list of the meds I take to control my pain. I most likely will still have a problem with back pain as I have degeneration of the spine, comes with age for people that have arthritis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webmd.com/fibromyalgia/default.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-8385789227926477174?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/8385789227926477174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-thursday-all-that-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/8385789227926477174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/8385789227926477174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-thursday-all-that-stuff.html' title='Happy Thursday&amp; all that stuff.'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-8682569639583050038</id><published>2009-07-08T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:11:56.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its just me:-(</title><content type='html'>Is Kasey Kahne invisible?  He has been running so good this year, if your not his fan you may not know that.  We hear about Edwards and Montoya. Waltrip of course Dale Jr. Kyle, but Kasey NA. Not even when Kyle landed on to of his hood then he was rammed by the 31 I think ,didn't know if he was OK until I saw it on tweeter. Hey MEDIA PEOPLE a lot more attention needs to be paid to Kasey he deserves it and his fans deserve to be told whats going on with him during a race. If he goes in 5th for a pit stop and comes out 10 we would like to know why, you sure let it be known for Edwards and he's only where he's at this year because of luck.  OK now I blew off some steam, but of course I'm right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-8682569639583050038?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/8682569639583050038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/8682569639583050038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/8682569639583050038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-its-just-me.html' title='Maybe its just me:-('/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-1815543263009815778</id><published>2009-07-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:19:34.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOBETTE THE CRAZY CAT!</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned her before on twitter, she is Garfield without the appetite. Always where I am and a bit snotty with Buddy my big sweet black cat. I'm writing about her because she had imageninary babies. A month or so ago she was in season(OK in heat) about drove me and everyone including the dog Willie crazy.  Yesterday she had the kitties, so she thinks, and it seems I'm one of them. She is forever washing me anyway which is not a fun way to be awaken.  Now to get on with it last evening she attacked the dog, bad Bobette.  Utt OH! My husband came in, she nailed him.  Then she layed down in the doorway between the kitchen and Dinning room and defied anyone to enter, ready to attact at any moment. (inside I'm LMAO) I had to lock her on the back porch for the night.  This morning when I let her out she made a bee-line for the bedroom.  No way she thinks her babies are under the bed, so until she sane again no more bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-1815543263009815778?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/1815543263009815778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/bobette-crazy-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/1815543263009815778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/1815543263009815778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/bobette-crazy-cat.html' title='BOBETTE THE CRAZY CAT!'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232092201817759463.post-3974379122550044736</id><published>2009-07-06T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:51:59.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enought is a enought!</title><content type='html'>Let's get real Jackson was a great entertainer before he got sick, yes I call it sick.  His life ended and its time to let him rest. He is not an idol, respect him for what he did and remember him for his talent.  I know the media is responsible for a lot of the hoopla, I sure like to turn the news on news on &amp;amp; not have to hear anymore about Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232092201817759463-3974379122550044736?l=wvgrandma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/feeds/3974379122550044736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/enought-is-enought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3974379122550044736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232092201817759463/posts/default/3974379122550044736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wvgrandma.blogspot.com/2009/07/enought-is-enought.html' title='Enought is a enought!'/><author><name>WVGrandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031990559114062680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDfF3xeSl3A/SlOU3ua1ImI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KYmc5of-kk0/S220/WVGrandmaandMattie-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
