tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14773603321372818642024-03-05T03:39:40.285-05:00A Golfer and a GirlKim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-75141549389745412432010-05-31T01:39:00.006-04:002010-05-31T02:35:51.432-04:00It's Memorial Day, Not the Third Day of Your Weekend of Chores<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Memorial Day.<br /><br />The unofficial start of summer.<br /><br />The reason we get a three-day weekend.<br /><br />An excuse to barbecue, get together with friends and family, get caught up on all those little projects.<br /><br />OR<br /><br />Memorial Day.<br /><br />A day to remember our fallen soldiers, and to honor their sacrifice.<br /><br />My family has been lucky. Every generation has served in the military, and our losses in battle have been few. I have recently been researching my family history, and have learned that my family connection to this country goes back to the French and Indian War, when a young man named Alexander Waddell traveled from Scotland as a kind of "soldier of fortune" for the British. This man was my Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather.<br /><br />He stayed, and subsequently served in both the first and last battles of the Revolutionary War. While at Yorktown, he stumbled across his younger brother, Matthew, who was serving on the British side. Alexander had last seen Matthew in Scotland,when he left his entire life behind. Expecting to never see his family again, Alexander rejoiced in finding his brother. Imagine, on a battlefield of thousands, finding a familiar and familial face. What a miracle that they both survived and reconnected.<br /><br />Knowing that my roots go that far back, knowing that my grandfather so many generations back came here and embraced the idea of America, that he was willing to fight and give his life for a fledgling country that was willing to adopt him as one of their own, makes me so much prouder to be who I am and where I'm from.<br /><br />So today, as you're going about your holiday...remember why the holiday exists. For every soldier that fought and lived, so many others fought and died. And that is why we have today off.<br /><br /><br /><br />To remember our fallen.<br /><br />To give thanks that they offered themselves to further the cause.<br /><br />To ensure that their sacrifices, no matter how long ago, are never forgotten.<br /><br />This is one of my favorite poems. Its imagery is haunting and timeless.<br /></div></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><em>In Flanders Fields<br />By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)<br />Canadian Army </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In Flanders Fields the poppies blow<br />Between the crosses row on row,<br />That mark our place; and in the sky<br />The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br />Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br /><br />We are the Dead. Short days ago<br />We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br />Loved and were loved, and now we lie<br />In Flanders fields.<br /><br />Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br />To you from failing hands we throw<br />The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />If ye break faith with us who die<br />We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />In Flanders fields. </em></span></div><div align="center"></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />A woman named Moina Michael added her own verse to the poem, which I think speaks even more to this day.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>We cherish too, the Poppy red<br />That grows on fields where valor led,<br />It seems to signal to the skies<br />That blood of heroes never dies</em>. </span></p>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-27869362698093963302010-03-03T14:33:00.003-05:002010-03-03T14:35:38.741-05:00This Is All I've Got<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFq114bBILzN6Wo2a_4mXMVq9iNssVDgUF2gMSzbKHhyuT7BVO9WOLzOCu-4y30BZDnNDAfXLo2MRQAUp-d1qeLvNDwnG4hZtCxRTkaceBHxeex3aIE_r2qlYdW3fkbW-yCJwoOLcDi9j/s1600-h/Word.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444493374383130482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFq114bBILzN6Wo2a_4mXMVq9iNssVDgUF2gMSzbKHhyuT7BVO9WOLzOCu-4y30BZDnNDAfXLo2MRQAUp-d1qeLvNDwnG4hZtCxRTkaceBHxeex3aIE_r2qlYdW3fkbW-yCJwoOLcDi9j/s320/Word.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-71980021438816649322010-02-28T15:20:00.003-05:002010-02-28T15:25:43.927-05:00That Can't Be Right<div><div>Hey, quick question...</div><br /><div></div><div>I know I'm a bit behind on television shows, particularly reality shows, and especially ones on MTV, but I'm wondering...this Snooki idiot? Does she know she's orange? Orange isn't really a flesh tone for healthy people.</div><br /><div></div><div>Has someone checked into this? </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.popeater.com/media/2010/02/snooki-1267371690.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-83914063858263645922010-02-28T11:41:00.003-05:002010-02-28T12:34:18.538-05:00Wife of the Year<span style="font-size:130%;">Why am I wife of the year? Well, I woke up at 5am. On a Sunday. So I could drive Dave to the college in order for him to pick up the team van so he could depart with his golf team for their annual spring break trip to North Carolina. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs425.snc3/24520_334181264563_690384563_3384057_6718527_n.jpg" /><br /></span><em>Road to Hiram, 5:30am...not in my bed. Sad. </em><br /><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah, there was no carrot at the end of that stick for me. They drove south and I went home where I tried in vain to go back to bed. No luck. Instead, I got busy doing laundry and cleaning. To be honest, they probably aren't going to be getting great weather in Pinehurst either, so I'm not terribly jealous.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, since it's been such a long time from the last true update, let's recap the last several months.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Thanksgiving!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Merry Christmas!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy New Year!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Smooches for Valentine's Day, also.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And here we are, searching the skies and lawns desperately for a sign of spring. It's hard to check for spring flowers under 18 inches of snow, but I'm intrepid like that. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Dave and I are still splitting the week, with me in Columbus Monday through Friday, then home on the weekend. We are hopeful about some kind of job for him anywhere in Central Ohio, but it's really getting hard. I have to be honest for a minute, though, and tell you how much fun we have together on weekends. It's like we've figured out how to do it, how to make it work and we focus on the 40-some hours we get instead of the 120-some hours we don't. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />We'll get there, right? Same zip code would be nice, but at this point, I would take same area code!</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-72367261863659994672010-01-31T14:18:00.003-05:002010-01-31T14:45:41.773-05:00Going Global<span style="font-size:130%;">So, I finally update my blog for the first time in almost three months, and I get visitors from six of the seven continents in the past 24 hours. Quite frankly, Antarctica really doesn't count.<br /><br />Can we talk for just a minute about how totally jealous I am right now of </span><a href="http://www.amalah.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error" style="font-size:130%;">Amalah</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">? She and her family are currently sunning themselves on a fabulous beach in Jamaica, courtesy of a gracious owner of some </span><a href="http://www.bluefieldsvillas.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">gorgeous villas</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. I bear no ill-will to her at all...I would have totally taken them up on the offer. They paid their own airfare, but the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accommodations</span> were free. She gets to talk about it on her blog, and she has been totally upfront about all of it. But considering how freaking cold it is right now, and how much longer we'll be putting up with winter, I am craving sun, sand and warmth!<br /><br />Not to mention the fact that Dave and I have never been able to take a honeymoon due to scheduling, then financial, then scheduling reasons. And the fact that I see him for less than 48 hours a week. And that place looks pretty romantic. I want a trip, too! <stomps><br /><br />Yeah, yeah, don't we all.<br /><br />Speaking of romance, today is the sixth anniversary of my first date with the golfer! Our date consisted of a women's college basketball game, dinner, then a men's college basketball game. Quite the date. I was smitten, needless to say.<br /><br />For the past five anniversaries, we were able to go back to the same restaurant to celebrate. We aren't able to do that this time, but we are celebrating anyway.<br /><br />Have a wonderful week!</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-16359035541950181172010-01-30T21:23:00.003-05:002010-01-31T00:07:35.175-05:00Let's Catch Up, Shall We?<span style="font-size:130%;">Previously, on A Golfer and a Girl...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://agolferandagirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-letters-i-would-love-to-send.html"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear NBC</span></em></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>,<br /><br />Hi. The Great Jay Leno 10pm Experiment? Not working. Let's just chalk it up to a bad idea and a lack of leadership to veto it. </em><br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, so, you're welcome! But not you, Conan! Hey, I had no way of knowing it was going to go down this way.</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-2342121160187448292009-11-07T16:26:00.004-05:002009-11-07T16:46:30.210-05:00Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Dave and I have been together for almost 6 years. This season will be our fifth Christmas together. Five holidays of gift-giving. Five seasons of trying to find the perfect gift for parents, siblings, nieces, nephews and the occasional cousin. Five. This year is is the first time I have gone shopping with Dave. Usually I do it all myself. It wasn't terrible. For me, at least. I think it was terrible for Dave when I kept asking him questions about what women would love to get. But hey, if you're going to be tagging along, you have to play the part.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">So yes, we have started the Christmas shopping. I was amazed to find out that most people start shopping after Thanksgiving. Amazed! That seems like so much work to cram in such a short period of time. I started in August. I have a lot of people on my Christmas list.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I have found as I've gotten older that Christmas has flipped for me. I used to be so excited to get presents. And, don't get me wrong, I still do! But now I find the true excitement lies in hunting for the perfect present, wrapping it in adorable paper, tying the ribbon, and then watching in anxious anticipation for it to be opened. And then hoping they love it, love it, LOVE IT...otherwise, I am ashamed to admit, my feelings are hurt. I know it's silly, but I want to find the perfect gift for everybody on my list. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Is anybody else like this?</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-54247024279675614082009-11-07T00:09:00.005-05:002009-11-07T00:38:18.408-05:00More Letters I Would Love to Send<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear NBC,</strong><br /><br />Hi. The Great Jay Leno 10pm Experiment? Not working. Let's just chalk it up to a bad idea and a lack of leadership to veto it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><strong>Dear Pandora,</strong><br /><br />Really? Petra? Really?!? On my Keane channel? Can I assume it was a computer glitch that won't happen again? Thanks. Also, Christian Music from 1989 called...they need their synthesizers back.<br /><br />Petra...are you freaking kidding me? </span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Jon Gosselin and Hailey Glassman,</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah, I'm not sure if you know this already, but going on Entertainment Tonight isn't considered a couples therapy session. What, exactly, were you thinking?!? Mary Hart doesn't moonlight as mental health professional. Stop it, please. It's awkward, this train wreck masquerading as your "relationship."</span></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear Jim Carrey,</strong><br /><br />Could you please stop ruining Christmas movies for me? First the Grinch and now A Christmas Carol? That's quite enough.<br /><br /><br />And speaking of Christmas, one last timely letter...<br /><br /><br /><strong>Dear Santa,</strong><br /><br />I have been a very good girl this year, so I am asking for a trip to Tahiti. Thank you!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-17739235668446196192009-10-30T23:59:00.002-04:002009-10-31T00:36:36.178-04:00Letters I Would Love To Send<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear Lady in the Seat to my Left</strong>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here's the thing...my husband and I came early. We knew what time the movie started and we planned accordingly. That is so we could pick out our seats. You and your husband were late. You chose to shoehorn yourselves into our row, taking the last two seats right as the movie started, even though there were other seats you could have had. I didn't say anything when your husband kept talking to you; I knew he would shut up eventually. And he did. Eventually. But here's the thing...when you get there late, you lose your right to the armrest. I was early. I claimed it. Did you really think I was going to give it up? Please! Next time, show up early.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear Every Other Driver on I-71</strong>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's called the fast lane for a reason. You camping out in it going ten miles less than the other lanes isn't really helping anyone. It doesn't matter that you're going the exact speed limit. Did you miss the signs telling slower traffic to get into the right lane? Guess what? If you're in the left lane and traffic in the other lanes is passing you, you are the slower traffic to which the sign refers. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear Ohio Turnpike</strong>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Thanks for catching up to the late 1990s and finally using </span><a href="http://www.ezpass.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">E-ZPass</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. You rock.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dear Raising Canes</strong>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Your sauce is crazy delicious. SO freaking yummy! But what the heck is up with your entrances to the drive-thru? It's like navigating a maze in a car. I feel like you're applying an IQ test before people can eat at your establishment. I'm not saying that's a deal-breaker.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Adam from </span></strong><a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Man_v_Food/ci.Meet_Adam_Richman.show?vgnextfmt=show"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Man Vs Food</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">,</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm worried about you. Seriously. You need your agent to renegotiate your contract to include cholesterol testing, appropriate meds as prescribed and the occasional stress test. Hey, you're fun to watch, but there is no way you can get approved for life insurance. You need to think about the future.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Any Bus Driver Who Gets the Chance,</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Please run over Heidi and Spencer. Back up. Run them over again. Please feel free to repeat as you deem necessary. Thanks from a grateful nation.</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-16527815759502539572009-10-04T01:23:00.002-04:002009-10-04T01:34:02.591-04:00Prayers Needed for Another Blogger<span style="font-size:130%;">Please head over to Jen Murray's blog, </span><a href="http://murraycrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason-for-giant-knot-in-my-stomach.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">4tunate</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, and give her some support. If you aren't familiar with Jen or her blog, she is the mom of 2 1/2 yr old quadruplet boys, who are just as gorgeous as can be. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Her husband, Brad, was laid off from his position this past week, and they can use prayers and positive thoughts. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's a bad time for a lot of people...Dave and I are so blessed that we are both gainfully employed and relatively safe in our positions. Having been through job loss for several months last year, I know how scary and frustrating it can be. Even though we are apart quite a bit, things could be so much worse. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Jen, I am praying for you, Brad and the boys. God bless!</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-58959452899405423142009-10-04T00:33:00.002-04:002009-10-04T01:16:05.852-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;">My husband told me tonight that he has never read <em>Where the Wild Things Are. </em>I told him he needs to march back to his elementary school and demand a refund. It saddens me that the books I hold dearest in my heart are things he knows nothing about. What's worse...he called it queer. Should I punch him in the face now or later?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Obviously I'm not really going to punch him in the face. Especially since he just told me he did read <em>The Monster At The End Of This Book</em>, which is one of my favorites. He redeemed himself. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Apparently my husband doesn't have much of an imagination...or much use for it. Forty is so unbecoming to him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I wonder if he will get over that if we have kids. Maybe. But I finally understand why he says things like "Stop reading so many books and watch some television." He's obviously not a reader.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-8352092290535163072009-09-27T19:57:00.000-04:002009-09-27T23:14:14.944-04:00Recap, Except Not ReallySo, I've been a little neglectful of this blog. Like almost two months neglectful. Here's a really quick recap...had my birthday, didn't see Dave for a month due to poor scheduling, my mom got married, and I made the cake.<br /><br />All caught up! <br /><br />The truth is that I was feeling a bit blocked. I couldn't think of what to write about. So I wrote nothing. But I've missed it, so I'm back.<br /><br />Tonight's installment is coming to you from the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel, due to a flat tire. What better time to blog than during the wait for AAA? It always seems like something needs fixed or adjusted on our vehicles. Today's winner is the Explorer. What does it win? Apparently two new tires. <br /><br />Nice.Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-26557706137825330022009-08-05T10:35:00.002-04:002009-08-05T10:38:56.599-04:00Attention, Please!<span style="font-size:130%;">Today,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />August 5th,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />is<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!<br /><br /><cue><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.fg-a.com/birthday_clipart.shtml" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img height="160" alt="Birthday Clipart" src="http://content.screencast.com/users/fg-a/folders/birthday/media/cc90dc03-9012-48ed-98d6-a0cd04322c5e/birthd_001sm2.gif" width="110" border="0" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Yay me!!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you very much. You may now return to your regularly scheduled activities.</span></p>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-7073032431791526882009-08-03T17:43:00.003-04:002009-08-03T18:02:45.389-04:00Dragging You All With Me Down Memory Lane<div><div><div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I finally found the pictures of my </span><a href="http://agolferandagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-grand-dream.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Great-Gramma</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> that I wanted to show you! I wrote about her in April. Here she is with me, when I was just a sweet little thing. Oh, how times have changed! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365856921083099042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd8SF74pv6ws2b3mbutb29p-RIUddYYKrBgyAZbjOgHNH3ygysg2Ny5BBa0Y40A0-CHQX_r7oG2D8sC1Axf0v_po7XM_TACKkiD81N9HPD2Rxi2mvGEKyD8mkGmbPsORef6DPIAvJPw8F/s320/pictures0013.jpg" border="0" />Here she is with all of her great-grandkids at the time. Those are my older brothers, Bryan and Brad. Brad is on the right and looks like he is ready to make a break for it. I'm trying to figure out why Bryan has a pink belt on his pants. I mean, yeah, it was the 70's, but still. And then she is holding my cousin Clint and me. I am 9 days older than Clint. </span></div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859209627133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgry2TfYgjFCACXqU1G8EdQo_b34w8Urp9lc096-D5NwHSz9EM8ii_9GdSbZFhpm7b6birdDN81AZI4VmDD_aNQfRA81r8nJ9Zq4gpqZWe1c103E5IGp2BFbo9hyF5s_fAfbhlfFcAdOJvq/s320/pictures0011.jpg" border="0" /> Doesn't she look so kind and gentle and great-grandmotherly. Looking at these pictures makes me miss her so much, even though she passed when I was very young. But I have such fond memories of her. She always wore brooches. And apparently liked to wear outfits that were fuchsia pink.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6sbfDJr99hIl3hjIepdwONQvKJtPdRlY0jNKUyWv55tnWe8jI7aSDhqMeNcD4NRgJgh72_m2JQhE6h8wsXY3GVgE5-Rob9vXTh05fBxh7UEqkFNolCZxsC5FnTSu4dzqBO2N7adUE4Dv/s1600-h/pictures0007.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365856916338070178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6sbfDJr99hIl3hjIepdwONQvKJtPdRlY0jNKUyWv55tnWe8jI7aSDhqMeNcD4NRgJgh72_m2JQhE6h8wsXY3GVgE5-Rob9vXTh05fBxh7UEqkFNolCZxsC5FnTSu4dzqBO2N7adUE4Dv/s320/pictures0007.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Oh, looky! Here I am with my mom at Christmas...boy, I sure do look happy. Filled with the Christmas spirit, am I! This look of mutiny can be found on my niece's face. Apparently Palmer does take a bit after our side of the family.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVc6j2ENbfEFt8Glo88n09ctquio8KymylbNiZ_ddHlzb6q0u12kX_SZbEv-TdvKWc_31OrEgspaAMpU_uHjlcWqfAbTKv1GFXGG6_KeWVExFRbqI_663gwylc9rhk3pJnBjMCGNw2RFa/s1600-h/pictures0005.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365856910321000418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVc6j2ENbfEFt8Glo88n09ctquio8KymylbNiZ_ddHlzb6q0u12kX_SZbEv-TdvKWc_31OrEgspaAMpU_uHjlcWqfAbTKv1GFXGG6_KeWVExFRbqI_663gwylc9rhk3pJnBjMCGNw2RFa/s320/pictures0005.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> This is one of the few pictures ever taken of Clint and me as babies where he isn't running me over. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859193274248130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Z970D41dG0dTWexrwy1AyyjOxoIEmwpcnQqgfjbWWkIHgbdaTddF5pcZU9uR60YZfaEiMPFaVgu6t577svJ16CN9B9kFqIXsNx4uD4JA2hYO35It7fwyUWrAN7nXYTlKv7xoyVhQ95xC/s320/pictures0015.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">This picture cracks me up!! What a cheesy grin! I'm totally making this my Facebook profile pic. I remember this wallpaper in Gramma Alice's house in New Albany.<br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv_JCI4XpR2Nrpj70ZIVsDiWgKvcGbJ92WQ6p-XHRo2Rqs27AIb_p4a-5MeQc150fWRJ0LC50EqZbgQ_khdY8ZeNlQoIKXOd-yUNkygoPbkLAKxgnyKjoFs7yEd5_SV3xhBiYuLWFAoUF/s1600-h/pictures0003.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365856899995787138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv_JCI4XpR2Nrpj70ZIVsDiWgKvcGbJ92WQ6p-XHRo2Rqs27AIb_p4a-5MeQc150fWRJ0LC50EqZbgQ_khdY8ZeNlQoIKXOd-yUNkygoPbkLAKxgnyKjoFs7yEd5_SV3xhBiYuLWFAoUF/s320/pictures0003.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Hey, gloves still fit me like this!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859197163912146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFl4wU1y664M9Pn_zhrR9od7rkdVr3Vta6fTV1tmcs1-oIPHlInjqgkMnQhZiMoyG6642P6YelxcpsU3pxsXF3pOvjeNri5TTOFS-McumW2XGu7qDoa3RrTnLls4lPtbzA07Een3ncmTZI/s320/pictures0019.jpg" border="0" />And, sometimes my hair still looks like this. Nice to know some things never change.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859195260709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS04NQTE_3fRkiKiPzQUyfkHwo26XmXjFL0NliaXjIrcGaMXALZJcv4y_4qgxI2gY4ymPaQH1Dz82B8E553ZoxEkci3g6l64vH7L1_rOhP9MMENWmY63Mvy6mUr9mOXrfjc8eHkozJTNt/s320/pictures0021.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-77615081357550921302009-08-03T17:27:00.004-04:002009-08-03T18:03:00.494-04:00So, I Started This Little Project, and Now It's a Business!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2C6FAcYQLR2QfXdjqVzFCYRAs9vMP3nXIL2f35kF6n2Df-VT13cML1OwWZ6CfsrL3lbVtcy9VDAI7YhKeqlJ7wY6hbiDhCPH5u2P-gpIWMSuiLfsyW60CmlCch29VS18dKgGe7NXlp65/s1600-h/Tiered+cake.jpg"></a><div><span style="font-size:130%;">OMG! I have totally lost my ever-loving mind.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Back in April, I started taking cake-decorating classes because I thought it would be fun. And, you know, a great way to meet other people. And, um, also, I was going to bed every night at 9pm which was driving my husband crazy. Apparently living with Gramma makes you inherit certain traits. Dinner at 5:30pm. Making my bed...every day! Assigned days for cleaning. So I thought I needed to get out for a bit.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, long story short...I started telling people about the classes, and how I was loving every minute of it. And that I also discovered I had a knack for the baking and the decorating and such.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Bing, bang, boom...I'm working with a fantastic Nestie friend, </span><a href="http://themotherload-indulgeme.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jody</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, who is developing a logo for me. And it's so darn cute!!! I'm totally in love with Jody right now. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">It's four months later, and Ladybird Cakes is taking off. I have booked two wedding cakes. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Which kind of makes me want to hyperventilate. Wedding cakes...tiered...designs. And yet, I'm oh-so-thrilled and cannot believe that I am starting to make money from something I absolutely love to do. So now I am thinking about a blog for the business. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And yes, that is why I have been an absentee blogger. I've been working a lot on this. So, coming soon, a website for the business. But, until then, think of </span><a href="mailto:kimdonald@vzw.blackberry.net"><span style="font-size:130%;">me</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> if you need a cake. </span></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-69836308001535737922009-07-15T08:22:00.011-04:002009-07-15T08:29:31.416-04:00Do You Know What Today Is...It's Our Anniversary!<span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Anniversary to the love of my life, the light of my days, the captain of my ship. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Three years ago today, I married the greatest of guys, and my life has been so full of joy and happiness ever since. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358662104326946498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzl0cACbPKcx1GauY9qU-Z8w31wNmLaBEa180rV2ZuBms1s9w18sS71jiNWkFPaprIiXX_azY5CMwdzt5meYA80RM5ZE1PnvWtQXQX-Xv-GVBwi9Lt-77_nSytqCePukzREdsHmSvwKZE/s320/Bubbles.bmp" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Anniversary, David. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I love you very much!</span></p>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-39131765744420191142009-07-10T22:31:00.003-04:002009-07-11T11:09:37.275-04:00Sweeping Out the Cobwebs<span style="font-size:130%;">Well, hello there! I remember you!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you remember me?!?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Seriously, after several weeks without an update, I wouldn't be surprised if you all had up and disappeared. Now you know why my houseplants always seem to die.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I had an office plant once that defied botany. It was a cyclamen that never stopped blooming for the entire length of the job. And then, the day I left, it died. Kind of weird. It was like it appreciated the neglect. I would remember it every once in a while, and then water it. It literally died in my car on the drive home that last day. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oooh, look! Something shiny!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And so goes my attention span. So, in the course of the last few weeks, my oldest brother got married, I learned of the death of someone I went to college with, I baked a really fun castle cake for my cousin's daughter, I completed a fondant cake course, Dave and I traveled to upstate New York for the 4th of July weekend, and then we both came down with summer colds.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It's been a busy few weeks. And the summer cold thing? Totally sucked the most. We're still getting over them, thank you very much to Dave's brother Rick. I'll be remembering this when I shop for Christmas.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dave and I have our 3rd anniversary coming up on Wednesday. And the plan was to celebrate this weekend. But since we are still a bit under the weather and can't taste anything, I'm not really sure we'll be spending money on a fabulous dinner if we can't tell how fabulous it actually is. Oh well...pj party on the couch works too.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The cake thing is taking off and I am working with someone to design a logo. Once I have some business cards and a list of offerings, I'll be good to go. I'm excited about, since it's the thing I love to do most. Fingers crossed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm getting sleepy, so I'll post the 4th of July photos tomorrow. Lyndonville outdid itself once again!</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-63130852296018621892009-07-02T22:25:00.001-04:002009-07-10T22:31:00.897-04:00Thoughts From the Road<span style="font-size:130%;">I think bumper stickers that proclaim a driver's love for a pet are absolutely ridiculous.<br /><br />"I love my boxer."<br /><br />Thanks for the heads up. If it's your pet, you should love them. This coming from an animal-free home.<br /><br />I want to see a bumper sticker that's a little more genuine.<br /><br />"I tolerate my Irish Setter."<br /><br />"If it weren't for a good groomer, my golden retriever would be an outside dog."<br /><br />"I hate cats, but I love my wife."<br /><br />I would crack up if I saw that. Wouldn't you?</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-49394046443264781612009-06-17T08:19:00.003-04:002009-06-17T08:27:51.017-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Remember that </span><a href="http://agolferandagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-for-this-moment.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">post</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> a few months back about the crazy construction sign? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">No?!? What do you mean, no?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Okay then, go back and refresh your memory. I'll just sit here and get over the fact that I'm not as memorable as I think.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Back already? Excellent!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Look what I found!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348271346088194770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IQiypGwFZY3462tkMVgJOeauWI4VxjNOksCLUUY07LGYiMVEe2xWGgnAIEKDz42CPLIWMXaArwk4ok-LLboBqjY-XaGwckzGW8gjgrCuLY6W4D1JJNylvDVmb1-nhwOHz1hAcK8o_RrC/s320/Sign3.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nice, right? Here's his brother!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyEinNIq-Yqy2GV7DBtscm43ECNmGjG7E7cEdMJRz-1pshV0sR_vl8RKee5PZMDl0MfG9crsE7z7rq3CU8Xe_08NRVsnlFFVOBnrHOcoj5frTnuFYbTLVst6dcaW-1YsRfVVoj95ZhbM3/s1600-h/Sign1.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348271348448542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyEinNIq-Yqy2GV7DBtscm43ECNmGjG7E7cEdMJRz-1pshV0sR_vl8RKee5PZMDl0MfG9crsE7z7rq3CU8Xe_08NRVsnlFFVOBnrHOcoj5frTnuFYbTLVst6dcaW-1YsRfVVoj95ZhbM3/s320/Sign1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And his two cousins! A plethora of hilarious signage! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348271350668077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQXl01uU_t2gTTu4Zxlz3jXpA80Wbti1gH1aLM7Rv1ocv_0BwCMUj05P2LepOdMbwirbzEPXjQZRWNZmJFvg2LLqCRwxCtz2Td7ae66sEAnZrAJcMk6-rGqCtMxswoHjn3fHfw3nS5dw1/s320/Sign2.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"> Ahhh, good times! Enjoy your day.<br /></span><div></div></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-68272874323386308792009-06-16T13:22:00.003-04:002009-06-16T13:24:23.340-04:00Tuesday Time-Waster<span style="font-size:130%;">Hey there, welcome to the Tuesday Time-Waster. It's a short one today, but hilarious, nonetheless.<br /><br />Question: Are women born this way?<br /><br />Answer: Apparently so!<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRRkJ95RxIo&hl=" fs="1&" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">YouTube...killing time for Kim since 2006.</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-68781082525620557692009-06-11T22:28:00.001-04:002009-06-12T08:17:22.479-04:00That Can't Be Right<span style="font-size:130%;">Has anyone ever questioned which mountain they get Mountain Dew from? It's radioactive yellow, for crying out loud!<br /><br />I don't think that's a mountain I want to visit.</span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-61833967503174854252009-06-11T08:19:00.003-04:002009-06-11T08:27:33.466-04:00Bring The Rain<div><span style="font-size:130%;">As I sit typing this, I can hear thunder from the coming storm. I love the rain, and I am so glad we are getting some. Our little suburb has been missed by most of the rain for the past couple of weeks, and our flowers are drooping. And not having to drag out the hose and watering cans is really nice.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346045571886778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOpCOJR61nkaT1yLUXHssDah8Owg5OHSrpxqPp6pfhxRp_T09PyYEhWxBTN42KJm-xvJVmS8YJhB0atuCVarLM8VHEYk7Zy_E4tmex11MRbxyAmAGAlqsGDZTBWYjIReoN0W5ObarkYQP/s320/Yard1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">For those of you wondering, I did manage to make it through my day yesterday without any further mishaps. And today is a new day!</span></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-12096119048677734392009-06-10T13:25:00.002-04:002009-06-10T13:28:07.053-04:00One Of Those Days<span style="font-size:130%;">Yep, it's one of those days! I spilled tea on my shirt this morning. All down the front of me. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I knocked a pile of files off my desk.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I spilled salad dressing on my sweater at lunch.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I fear for the co-workers around me, that I might somehow collapse my cubicle. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If you see me today, do yourself a favor: Just wave from afar and move on. </span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-62613208832575559772009-06-09T13:03:00.003-04:002009-06-09T13:15:33.297-04:00The Tuesday Time-Waster<span style="font-size:130%;">I'd like to introduce you all to a new feature here at A Golfer and A Girl. The Tuesday Time-Waster. A brief interlude to chuckle at something.<br /><br />Today's time-waster comes from YouTube. But first, a word from our sponsor.<br /><br /><em><strong>YouTube...killing time for Kim since 2006.<br /></strong></em><br />Okay! Did any of you watch the Tony's last night? Me neither! Hey, I was shopping. Apparently Poison was a musical guest for reasons that haven't even begun to be determined. Our hero, Bret Michaels (he of Rock of STD Love fame), somehow screwed up the exit stage left/right instructions he received and instead exited straight back...into a moving prop. A moving prop that promptly flattened him. So, join with me in snickering at his very graceful face-plant. And all while being serenaded by Stockard Channing. Priceless. <br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JocPcYBCN18&hl=" fs="1&" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><br />Go ahead...watch it again. You know you want to. Look at his bandmates trying in vain to warn him.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Awesome.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1477360332137281864.post-65262589056165860452009-06-08T10:43:00.001-04:002009-06-08T10:45:09.252-04:00Gramma's Hugs Are Best<span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes, you just need to cuddle with Gramma!<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967747913944450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_14BxYPCeI2YgHlRbxaQCPbcKzErwga8PfS7g2UBFVlCsPYRmRBblQ2WMoMfLQg-0aYnfBNKyV_GRJ2aXLzL9WmxfhPMyTEVfTFEnvsXzTTrQknB-nblHwLYEQjkhGUNz50zwIU8lLNB/s320/Palmer+and+Great+Gramma+Alice.jpg" border="0" /></div>Kim and Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240965008779730182noreply@blogger.com1