<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Latest entries from primodonna.blog-city.com</title><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link><description></description><copyright>Copyright 2008 primodonna.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 03:46:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>Latest entries from primodonna.blog-city.com</title><url>http://server1.blog-city.com/images/bc_v5_logo_small.gif</url><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link></image><ttl>360</ttl><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss</docs><item><title>Going to School</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/going_to_school.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/going_to_school.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 12:15:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=going%5Fto%5Fschool</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<font size="3"><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">While we were stationed at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, Amy went to nursery school or preschool, kindergarten, and first grade.<span>&nbsp; </span>We paid for her to go to preschool.<span>&nbsp; </span>The lady who lived next door was a bus driver for the school.<span>&nbsp; </span>So Amy rode back and forth with her.<span>&nbsp; </span>I liked her being with someone I knew.<span>&nbsp; </span>During kindergarten and first grade, she walked to the public school behind our house.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>In the first grade, she walked by herself.<span>&nbsp; </span>Nowadays, I wouldn&rsquo;t let her do that.<span>&nbsp; </span>But it was pretty safe back then.<span>&nbsp; </span>She liked school when she was a kid.<span>&nbsp; </span>Lee was never very crazy about school.<span>&nbsp; </span>We didn&rsquo;t send him to preschool because we felt that he wasn&rsquo;t ready.<span>&nbsp; </span>Below are photos of Amy on her way to school.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Left photo below:&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Verdana">Amy&#39;s first day of preschool,&nbsp;August 1976.&nbsp; See her&nbsp;Snoopy lunchbox.<br />Right photo:&nbsp; Graduation from preschool, May 1977.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 196px; height: 277px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amynurseryschoolaug19761.jpg" alt="amy first day of preschool" width="196" height="277" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img style="width: 201px; height: 277px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amygraduationnsmay19771.jpg" alt="amy preschool graduation" width="201" height="277" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Left photo below:&nbsp; Amy&#39;s first day of kindergarten, September 1977.&nbsp; That&#39;s her younger brother, Lee, standing beside her.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Right photo:&nbsp; As the caption says, here she is on the way to begin the first grade.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 198px; height: 252px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amy1stdaykindersep1977.jpg" alt="amy first day kindergarten" width="198" height="252" />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><img style="width: 213px; height: 243px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/amy1stdayfirstaug1978.jpg" alt="amy first day first grade" width="213" height="243" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><br /></span><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">For the LORD gives wisdom, <br />and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.<br />Proverbs 2:6</font></em></span></font><font size="3"></font></p></font>]]></description></item><item><title>Oh, the Injustice!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/oh_the_injustice.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/oh_the_injustice.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:18:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=oh%5Fthe%5Finjustice</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">A few years ago, my daughter Amy told me that she had a deprived childhood because of two things.<span>&nbsp; </span>The first one was when we had her hair cut really short.<span>&nbsp; </span>The thing is, her hair was long, and she played hard.<span>&nbsp; </span>She had a lot of tangles and knots, and whenever I brushed her hair, she would cry and move around.<span>&nbsp; </span>I told her that it would be easier if she would just stand still and let me brush out her hair as quickly as possible.<span>&nbsp; </span>She still moved around.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, I told her that if she didn&rsquo;t stop, we&rsquo;d get her hair cut short and not have the problem anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span>That&rsquo;s what happened.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">The second one was not making grill cheese sandwiches with Velveeta cheese.<span>&nbsp; </span>Do you know how much Velveeta cheese cost?!<span>&nbsp; </span>We sure couldn&rsquo;t afford it very often on a sergeant&rsquo;s salary.&nbsp; But mostly, I didn&#39;t even think of using Velveeta cheese.<span>&nbsp; </span>Amy had a grilled Velveeta cheese sandwich as an adult and realized what she had missed all during her childhood.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I feel so sorry for my daughter!<span>&nbsp; </span>My heart aches for her! <span>&nbsp;</span>Oh, the depravity; oh, the injustice!<span>&nbsp; </span>Oh, the sorrowful memories of an inhumane childhood!</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Delight yourself also in the LORD,<br />and he will give you the desires of your heart.<br />Psalm 37:4</span></font></em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Bit of Information</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_information.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_information.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 14:09:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fbit%5Fof%5Finformation</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Remember about three years ago when I told you about living at Walker Air Force Base in Roswell, New Mexico,&nbsp;when I was in grade school?&nbsp; I didn&#39;t tell you about a place called <a href="http://www.emnrd.state.nm.us/PRD/bottomless.htm"><strong>Bottomless Lakes State Park</strong></a>.&nbsp; To me it was in the middle of the desert and hot.&nbsp; We heard that it was called&nbsp;bottomless because no one had ever found the bottom.&nbsp; It don&#39;t know if that is true.&nbsp; They also said that if you drowned in the lake, they would never find your body.&nbsp; No wonder I was reluctant to swim there!</font></p><p><font size="3">Anyway, the other day, I was reading&nbsp;a magazine&nbsp;insert called &quot;American Profile&quot; that we get with our local newspaper.&nbsp; There is a section called &quot;Tidbits.&quot;&nbsp; Here is a portion of what it said:&nbsp; <em>Bottomless Lakes State Park near Roswell (pop. 45,293) is noted for its &quot;Pecos Diamonds,&quot; which are quartz crystals formed inside gypsum.&nbsp; The soft gypsum crumbles to expose the &quot;diamonds.&quot;&nbsp; A display of the crystals is in the park&#39;s visitors&#39; center.</em></font></p><p><font size="3">Now for the good part:&nbsp; <em>Bottomless Lakes State Park is named for its lakes, which appear bottomless.&nbsp; According to legend, cowboys tried without success to find the bottom with lariats tied together.&nbsp; The lakes&#39; greenish color, from algae and other aquatic plants, creates the illusion of depth.</em></font></p><p><font size="3">Now aren&#39;t you glad I told you that?&nbsp; And don&#39;t you want my autograph?&nbsp; Ha, ha, ha!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em>The eternal God is your refuge,<br />and underneath are the everlasting arms.<br />Deuteronomy 33:27a</em></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Bridge</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/bridge.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/bridge.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 13:20:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=bridge</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">One day in 1977, I went to a civilian dentist for a check up and cleaning.<span>&nbsp; </span>When the dentist looked in my mouth, he told me to go the Army hospital on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> and have someone look at the roof of my mouth.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had noticed a small indentation on the right side and what felt something that is hard to describe.<span>&nbsp; </span>It felt like the end of a piece of nylon string.<span>&nbsp; </span>I guess I didn&rsquo;t think too much about it.<span>&nbsp; </span>I thought maybe I had scratched my mouth on a potato chip or something.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I made an appointment as soon as possible.<span>&nbsp; </span>They took x-rays of my upper teeth.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had a cyst that had eaten the root of one tooth and maybe three other teeth.<span>&nbsp; </span>They couldn&rsquo;t tell from the x-rays.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had a very nice oral surgeon who explained it all to me.<span>&nbsp; </span>I needed to have surgery to remove the cyst.<span>&nbsp; </span>During the surgery, he could determine if any other teeth were damaged and removed them along with the one he knew he would definitely have to be removed.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had to be put under and wasn&rsquo;t too crazy about that.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">The surgery went just fine; there were no problems.<span>&nbsp; </span>One thing happened that embarrassed me later.<span>&nbsp; </span>I blame it on just coming out of the anesthesia.<span>&nbsp; </span>The doctor was talking to me, and I said something like, &ldquo;You look cute in your scrubs.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Oh, my!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I lost only one tooth, for which I was very thankful.<span>&nbsp; </span>At that time, it was the policy for military family members to have bridge work done by civilian doctors; the Army would not pay.<span>&nbsp; </span>However, because I didn&rsquo;t have any fillings and they said my mouth looked so nice, they made an exception and gave me a permanent bridge&mdash;for free!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">They did a great job, and I didn&rsquo;t have any problems with it.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had that bridge until the mid-90s.<span>&nbsp; </span>The x-rays showed that the root of the tooth in front of the one that I had lost in the 70s was deteriorating.<span>&nbsp; </span>This time I didn&rsquo;t have to be put under.<span>&nbsp; </span>Whew!<span>&nbsp; </span>It was all done in the oral surgeon&rsquo;s office.<span>&nbsp; </span>I&rsquo;m so glad that medical technology of all kinds has improved over the years.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Now I have another bridge, which is doing its job.&nbsp; (When I went to a new dentist yesterday, he said that it was a good bridge.&nbsp; I need work done on my teeth--old fillings fixed, two new fillings, a crown on a back tooth, and a tooth in the bottom front build up.&nbsp; It will cost me around $2,000.&nbsp; Why can&#39;t dental plans pay more?!)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">&ldquo;For I know the plans I have for you,&rdquo;<br />declares the LORD, &ldquo;plans to prosper you<br />and not to harm you,<br />plans to give you hope and a future.&rdquo;<br />Jeremiah 29:11</font></em></span></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Enjoying Retirement?</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/enjoying_retirement.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/enjoying_retirement.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 14:13:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=enjoying%5Fretirement</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">For several months after my husband&nbsp;retired last August, I&#39;d ask him if he was enjoying being retired.&nbsp; Because we were&nbsp;settling into the new house and trying to sell the other house, he always said something like, &quot;Not yet.&nbsp; I&#39;ll be glad when we sell the house.&quot;&nbsp; Now that all those things are finished, the other day I asked him,&nbsp;&quot;Are you enjoying retirement yet?&quot;&nbsp; He replied, &quot;Enjoying retirement?&nbsp; I hate it!&quot;&nbsp; That really means, &quot;Yes!&quot;</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><em><font color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">For great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised:<br />he also is to be feared above all gods.<br />1 Chronicles </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">16:25</span></font></em></p>]]></description></item><item><title>What Did You Say?</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/what_did_you_say.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/what_did_you_say.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=what%5Fdid%5Fyou%5Fsay</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">When we lived at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, I knew that I didn&rsquo;t hear as well as I used to.<span>&nbsp; </span>Bill kept encouraging me to get my hearing checked.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, a good friend told me that she would watch Amy and Lee if I went for a hearing test.<span>&nbsp; </span>So I finally psyched myself up and made an appointment.<span>&nbsp; </span>After being in the booth and pushing the button when I heard a sound, the doctor told me that I was &ldquo;inattentive.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>I think that part of his reason for saying that was because I was in my early 30s, and he didn&rsquo;t think one so young would have a hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>My husband told me to go back, that the Army&rsquo;s philosophy was that if a person was really sick or really had a problem, he or she would go back again.<span>&nbsp; </span>I was just too embarrassed to return.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">I finally did get the courage to go for another hearing test when we were stationed in </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Frankfurt</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Germany</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">.<span>&nbsp; </span>I think it was in 1981.<span>&nbsp; </span>The Army corpsman tested me on a machine while I just sat there wearing headphones.<span>&nbsp; </span>The doctor thought that the machine wasn&rsquo;t working correctly and asked the corpsman to run the test again.<span>&nbsp; </span>She finally put me a booth to test my hearing.<span>&nbsp; </span>When I got out of the booth, she told me that I had a mild hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>I broke down and cried.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally, someone believed me!<span>&nbsp; </span>She recommended that I get a hearing aid for my right ear, the one with the most hearing loss.<span>&nbsp; </span>Read <a href="http://www.primodonna.blog-city.com/hearing_and_hearing_aids.htm">THIS ENTRY</a> that I wrote in June 2005 to find out my reaction.</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">And we know that in all things God works<br />for the good of those who love him,<br />who have been called according to his purpose.<br />Romans 8:28</font></em></span></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Eating Bacon</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eating_bacon.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eating_bacon.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:58:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=eating%5Fbacon</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Lee had trouble with his tonsils when he was around three years old.<span>&nbsp; </span>He wouldn&rsquo;t eat things that were hard to shallow.<span>&nbsp; </span>If you look at photos of him around that time, you&rsquo;ll see dark circles around his eyes.<span>&nbsp; O</span>n </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">November 28, 1977</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">, he had his tonsils and adenoids removed.<span>&nbsp; </span>The day after the surgery, he was eating bacon!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">He will yet fill your mouth with laughing,<br />And your lips with rejoicing.<span>&nbsp; </span>Job </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">8:21</span></font></em></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Old Jokes</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/old_jokes.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/old_jokes.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 14:12:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=old%5Fjokes</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">I was reading my dad&#39;s 1936 high school yearbook the other day.&nbsp; Towards the back are several jokes.&nbsp; Here&nbsp;are some of them:</font></p><p><font size="3">Miss Pat:&nbsp; Cecil Marie, tell me about Colonel Lindbergh&#39;s feat.<br />Cecil:&nbsp; The only great feet I know about are Martha&#39;s.</font></p><p><font size="3">The Home Ec. girls are so lazy that they put popcorn in their hotcakes so they won&#39;t have to turn them over.</font></p><p><font size="3">Mr. Bowers:&nbsp; If you subtract 25 from 49, what is the difference?<br />Rubie Whitworth:&nbsp; That&#39;s what I say too, who cares?</font></p><p><font size="3">Miss Pat:&nbsp; What tense is, &quot;I am beautiful&quot;?<br />Bernice:&nbsp; Past tense.</font></p><p><font size="3">Miss Nicholson:&nbsp; How many natural magnets are there?<br />Roy Dell:&nbsp; Two<br />Miss Nicholson:&nbsp; What are they?<br />Roy Dell:&nbsp; Blondes and Brunettes.</font></p><p><font size="3">C.W. Mo:&nbsp; Doctor, will you give me something for my head?<br />Doctor:&nbsp; No, my boy, I would not have it for a gift.</font></p><p><font size="3">Red Taylor:&nbsp; Say, Jimmy, how long do you suppose I could live without brains?<br />Jimmy Bissett:&nbsp; Don&#39;t know, Red, time will tell.</font></p><p><font size="3">Mrs. Felps:&nbsp; Tell me something about John Milton.<br />Ping:&nbsp; Well, he got married and wrote &quot;Paradise Lost&quot;; then when his wife died, he wrote &quot;Paradise Regained.&quot;</font></p><p><font size="3">Pep (at senior class meeting):&nbsp; Order please!<br />John Louis (sleepily):&nbsp; Cheese and pickle sandwich.</font></p><p><font size="3">Mrs. Randolph:&nbsp; Do you read Poe?<br />Oren:&nbsp; No, I read pretty good.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:<br />if any man hear my voice, and open the door,<br />I will come in to him...<br />Revelation 3:20</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Funny Photos</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/funny_photos.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/funny_photos.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 14:07:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=funny%5Fphotos</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">My mom recently gave me two passports that I had as a kid.&nbsp; I gathered up the two that I have had as an adult.&nbsp; Not long ago, I applied for and received my fifth passport.&nbsp; My husband and I want to be ready in case we travel out of the country, like maybe Canada.&nbsp; Anyway, here are the photos from those expired passports.&nbsp; I&#39;m not posting the new photo; the old ones are better and will give you more of a laugh, especially with the embossed stamp across my face.</font></p><p><font size="3">The first one was taken in December 1958; I was 12 years old.&nbsp; I needed the passport in order to go to England, where my dad was stationed with the Air Force.&nbsp; Don&#39;t you just love the glasses?!&nbsp; My mom made the dress.&nbsp; In fact, she made two--one for me and one for my twin sister.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 287px; height: 312px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/passport_1958.jpg" alt="passport 1958" width="287" height="312" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3">This second photo was taken in 1963 (age 17) for a passport that I needed to go to Japan, again with my dad.&nbsp;&nbsp;Another great pair of glasses!&nbsp; I must admit that I&#39;ve recently seen people wear ones that look very much like&nbsp;my old pair.&nbsp; Me, I&#39;d never want to wear that style again.&nbsp; I still have the rocking-horse pin that you see on my dress.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 289px; height: 282px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/passport_1963.jpg" alt="passport 1963" width="289" height="282" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3">This&nbsp;photo was also my engagement photo and was taken in 1970.&nbsp; I have on a red dress, and my hair curled too much because it was a humid day in Arkansas.&nbsp; I got the passport so I could travel to West&nbsp;Germany to marry that guy who was in the Army.&nbsp; (I also wore that red dress on our first date and when we were married at the courthouse in Baumholder, West Germany.)&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 299px; height: 436px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/passport_1970.jpg" alt="passport 1970" width="299" height="436" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3">This last photo is the funniest of all.&nbsp; Don&#39;t I have a goofy smile?&nbsp; And can&#39;t you tell that was a &#39;70s haircut?&nbsp; This photo was taken in 1979 because we were stationed in West Germany a second time.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 293px; height: 346px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/passport1979.jpg" alt="passport 1979" width="293" height="346" /></div></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,<br />and a light unto my path. <br />Psalm 119:105</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Rock in His Head</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/rock_in_his_head_1.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/rock_in_his_head_1.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:38:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=rock%5Fin%5Fhis%5Fhead%5F1</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">One day when Lee was three or four years old, he&nbsp;cut&nbsp;his forehead when he fell in the driveway. <span>&nbsp;It was a small cut, but </span>I put something on it and covered it with a band aid. <span>&nbsp;</span>I wasn&#39;t very worried about it because it seemed to heal just fine. <span>&nbsp;</span>Well, there was one thing that concerned me--whenever I touched the spot that had been cut, I felt something hard inside.&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;</span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span></span></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><span></span>I finally took Lee to the doctor, who after feeling of the spot, said it was just scar tissue and would eventually go away. <span>&nbsp;</span>I kept an eye on it anyway.&nbsp; Eventually the wound became a bit discolored. <span>&nbsp;</span>I think it happened when I gave Lee a bath one evening and was washing his face. <span>&nbsp;</span>A teeny, tiny rock came out of the wound! <span>&nbsp;</span>After that, his forehead healed quite nicely. <span>&nbsp;</span>I still have the rock and tried to take a photo of it to include with this post, but it was just too small.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I guess I could say something about him being hard-headed or having rocks in his head even at a young age, but I won&#39;t.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Praise the LORD, O my soul!<br />While I live I will praise the LORD;<br />I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.<br />Psalm 146:1-2</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Here&apos;s What I&apos;ve Been Doing</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/heres_what_ive_been_doing.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/heres_what_ive_been_doing.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:16:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=heres%5Fwhat%5Five%5Fbeen%5Fdoing</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Look at what I&#39;ve been up to lately...</font></p><p><font size="3"><em>Painting my toenails.</em>&nbsp; I like to do that when the weather is nice enough to wear sandals.&nbsp; In case you can&#39;t tell, the color of the polish is white.&nbsp; White was the in thing when I was in high school, and I still like white.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 438px; height: 299px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/white_toenails1.jpg" alt="white toenails" width="438" height="299" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3"><em>Painting a ceramic bowl.</em>&nbsp; I think the blue is so pretty.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 442px; height: 282px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/blue_bowl.jpg" alt="blue bowl" width="442" height="282" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3"><em>Crocheting lap robes for the local hospice.</em>&nbsp; They furnish the yarn; I furnish the labor.&nbsp; It takes me approximately 17 hours to crochet a lap robe.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 442px; height: 308px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/lap_robes1.jpg" alt="lap robes" width="442" height="308" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3"><em>Crocheting a table runner for one of my sisters-in-law.</em>&nbsp; It needs to be starched and blocked.&nbsp; I sure hope that she likes it.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 445px; height: 313px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/table_runner.jpg" alt="table runner" width="445" height="313" /></div></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Hear the voice of my supplications<br />When I cry to You,<br />When I lift up my hands toward Your holy sanctuary.<br />Psalm 28:7</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Brush Your Teeth</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/brush_your_teeth.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/brush_your_teeth.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 16:22:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=brush%5Fyour%5Fteeth</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">When the kids started brushing their teeth on their own, I got out a three-minute egg timer and told them to brush their teeth until all the sand ran into&nbsp;the bottom.<span>&nbsp; </span>I wasn&rsquo;t always in the bathroom watching them, so I&rsquo;m sure there were many times when they turned the timer over before the sand was halfway through.&nbsp; Below is a photo of the egg timer that they used.&nbsp; I bought it when I was in high school.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 221px; height: 262px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/egg_timer.jpg" alt="egg timer" width="221" height="262" /></div></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"></font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Have mercy upon me, O God,<br />According to Your lovingkindness;<br />According to the multitude of Your tender mercies,<br />Blot out my transgressions.<br />Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,<br />And cleanse me from my sin.<br />Psalm 15:1-2</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Throw Away Those Diapers, Please!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/throw_away_those_diapers_please.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/throw_away_those_diapers_please.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 14:34:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=throw%5Faway%5Fthose%5Fdiapers%5Fplease</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">It was easy to potty train both of our children.<span>&nbsp; </span>At least, that&#39;s the way that I remember it.<span>&nbsp; </span>I was really glad when I didn&rsquo;t have to change diapers anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span>There is only one time that I did things wrong according to the popular child-rearing books of the day.<span>&nbsp; </span>I think Amy may have had a bit of a hard time with a new baby in the house.<span>&nbsp; </span>Anyway, Amy was wearing training pants when Lee was born, but one day she stood there in the middle of the hallway looking at me and wet her pants.<span>&nbsp; </span>I jumped up, swatted her on the bottom, took her to the bathroom, and told her not to ever&nbsp;do that again.<span>&nbsp; </span>And she didn&rsquo;t.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">The rod and rebuke give wisdom,<br />But a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.<br />Proverbs 29:15</font></em></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Divorces Everywhere</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/divorces_everywhere.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/divorces_everywhere.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:35:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=divorces%5Feverywhere</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">&ldquo;I think about all the divorces&mdash;scary.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>That&rsquo;s what I wrote in my diary on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">December 27, 1997</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">.<span>&nbsp; </span>Yes, it made me stop and think.<span>&nbsp; We had heard that a</span> couple we had known in </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Germany</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> had divorced and a single guy who later married was separated from his wife.<span>&nbsp; </span>Friends (with two little boys) of ours that we knew from church were getting a divorce.</span></font></p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">I also wrote that I hoped &ldquo;Bill and I don&rsquo;t have to be away from each other for too long.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>I know that people being in the Army isn&rsquo;t the main reason why couples divorce, but it sure didn&rsquo;t help (and still doesn&rsquo;t).<span>&nbsp; </span>During the time that we were at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, the Army was sending units to </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Germany</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> for six months at a time.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was hard on families, and some didn&rsquo;t survive the separation.<span>&nbsp; </span>With Bill and me being married only seven years and knowing about all the divorces, it frightened me a bit.</span></font> <p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">During his time in the Army, Bill could have been assigned to recruiting duty, but wasn&rsquo;t.<span>&nbsp; </span>I was always thankful for that.<span>&nbsp; </span>Recruiters work long hours.<span>&nbsp; </span>The family usually doesn&rsquo;t live near a military installation and doesn&rsquo;t have the support of other military families.<span>&nbsp; </span>The divorce rate for couples with a husband on recruiting duty was 50 percent.<span>&nbsp; </span>But with Bill being in retention, he wasn&rsquo;t gone from home very much or very long.<span>&nbsp; </span>Whew!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I thank God that our marriage was survived for almost 38 years.<span>&nbsp; </span>I think it has more than survived.<span>&nbsp; </span>It has flourished. <span>&nbsp;</span>I thank God for such a wonderful husband.</font></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Let your fountain be blessed,<br />And rejoice with the wife of your youth.<br />As a loving deer and a graceful doe,<br />Let her breasts satisfy you at all times;<br />And always be enraptured with her love.<br />Proverbs 5:18-19</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Two Great Years</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/two_great_years.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/two_great_years.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 19:08:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=two%5Fgreat%5Fyears</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">It was two years ago today that I&nbsp;retired.&nbsp; The past two years have just flown by.&nbsp; I guess it is because so much has happened during that time, the biggest of which was our move to the north part of Texas that included having a house built here and selling our old house.&nbsp; I&#39;ve enjoyed the opportunity to spend more time with family andd friends and to take life easy in between all the moving.&nbsp; I&#39;ve been able to meet my goal of not setting my alarm clock.&nbsp; (Well, I did twice, but it was to wake up early for fun things.&nbsp; So that doesn&#39;t count.)</font></p><p><font size="3">My husband has been&nbsp;retired for seven months today.&nbsp; Now the retired couple is enjoying life.&nbsp; We hope that we will be blessed with many years of retirement.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>For the word of the LORD is right,<br /></em></font><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>And all His work is done in truth.<br />He loves righteousness and justice;<br />The earth is full of the goodness of the LORD.<br />Psalm 33:4-5</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>More College Courses</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/more_college_courses.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/more_college_courses.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 11:25:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=more%5Fcollege%5Fcourses</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">After I&nbsp;graduated from college in 1968,&nbsp;I didn&#39;t take anymore college classes until the spring semester of 1977.&nbsp; I took&nbsp;a course that was&nbsp;purely for my own pleasure.&nbsp;&nbsp;Next&nbsp;to Fort Hood is Central Texas College.&nbsp; Having a college close to a military installation is good because military personnel and their families can take classes and get degrees.&nbsp;&nbsp;So I enrolled in a course&nbsp;called <em>Freehand Drawing</em>.&nbsp;&nbsp;I learned a lot in that class.&nbsp; I learned it so well that I made an A!&nbsp;&nbsp;I was so happy.&nbsp;&nbsp;The&nbsp;fall semester of that year I took <em>Creative Design I</em> and made another A.&nbsp; I was&nbsp;on a roll!&nbsp; I followed that up with a B in <em>Graphic Media</em> the next semester.&nbsp; It wasn&#39;t an&nbsp;A, but again I learned a lot.</font></p><p><font size="3">It was&nbsp;several years before I took another college course.&nbsp; Eleven years later (1990), my husband was again stationed at Fort Hood.&nbsp; It was his last duty assignment.&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, the college was still there.&nbsp; So in the spring of 1993, I decided to take <em>Introduction to Computer Science and Programming</em>.&nbsp; Many times I wondered if it was a mistake.&nbsp; I struggled immensely with some of the assignments.&nbsp; I <strike>had nighmares</strike> dreamed about them in my sleep.&nbsp; All those codes drove me crazy.&nbsp; But would you believe it?!&nbsp; I ended up with an A.&nbsp; I am very proud&nbsp;of that A because I had to work so hard to get it.</font></p><p><font size="3">The last course I took at the college was in the&nbsp;fall of 1996.&nbsp; I had just been promoted to technical editor&nbsp;in an Army organization called&nbsp;Test and Experimentation&nbsp;Command.&nbsp; I was in training for a year, part of which was to take a class called <em>Elementary Statistics</em>.&nbsp; So back to Central Texas College&nbsp;I went, but this time I didn&#39;t have to pay for the class.&nbsp; I also went during the workday.&nbsp; I struggled with some portions of the class, but&nbsp;thank goodness I had&nbsp;help from other editors in my office who had taken the class in the past.&nbsp; I could also do my homework during work.&nbsp; I guess I&#39;m&nbsp;a bit competitive, too.&nbsp; Three of the other technical editors had gotten A&#39;s in the class, so I <u>just had</u> to do the same.&nbsp; And I did!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Your hands have made me and fashioned me;<br />Give me understanding, that I may learn Your<br />commandments.&nbsp; Psalm 119:73</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Welcome Home!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/welcome_home.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/welcome_home.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:02:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=welcome%5Fhome</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">While we were stationed at </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">, Bill went to an advanced class in recruiting and retention (getting people to re-enlist in the Army) at Fort Benjamin Harris, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Indianapolis</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">Indiana</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">.<span>&nbsp; He was gone for about a month.&nbsp; </span>When the school was over, the kids and I picked up Bill at the airport.<span>&nbsp; </span>When we all left to go home, Amy left one of her Barbie dolls on one of the airport seats.<span>&nbsp; </span>We went back to get it, but it wasn&rsquo;t there.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>It was a sad day for Amy, but a happy day for the family.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana">///////</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">Even the sparrow has found a home,<br />And the swallow a nest for herself,<br />Where she may lay her young--<br />Even Your altars, O LORD of hosts,<br />My King and my God.<br />Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;<br />They will still be praising You.&nbsp; Selah<br />Psalm 84:3-4</font></em></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Past And Present</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/past_and_present.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/past_and_present.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 13:23:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=past%5Fand%5Fpresent</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">My grandmother lived about two and a half hours away from Fort Hood.&nbsp; We would jump in our little Volkswagen bug and&nbsp;go visit her.&nbsp; Below is a photo that I took&nbsp;in 1975 of her with&nbsp;my two children.&nbsp; So it is a great grandma with two great grandchildren.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/greatgrandma1975small.jpg" alt="great grandma 1975" width="398" height="400" /></div></font></p><p><font size="3">And here is a photo that I took during our visit to family earlier this month.&nbsp; It is my mom with her two great granddaughters.&nbsp; I like the idea of &quot;greats&quot; being in the same photo.</font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img style="width: 397px; height: 294px" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/18mar2008small.jpg" alt="greats 2008" width="397" height="294" /></div></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Sing out the honor of His name;<br />Make His praise glorious!<br />Say to God, &quot;How awesome are Your works!<br />Through the greatness of your power<br />Your enemies shall submit themselves to You.<br />All the earth shall worship You<br />And sing praises to You;<br /></em></font><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>They shall</em></font><font size="3"><em><font color="#800080"> sing praises&nbsp;to Your name.&quot;&nbsp; Selah<br />Psalm 66:2-4</font></em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Playing</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/playing.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/playing.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:48:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=playing</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Our house on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood was</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> in a cul-de-sac, which was nice because there was very little traffic and the kids could play outside.<span>&nbsp; </span>They would ride their Big Wheels in the street and driveways.<span>&nbsp; </span>We also fenced in the backyard, and they could play there.<span>&nbsp; </span>They loved dressing up in floppy hats and Bill&rsquo;s old shirts and running around the house.<span>&nbsp; Sometimes they even wore towels over their heads!&nbsp; </span>There was room&nbsp;for a small table in the kitchen, but we put a little kid-size table there instead.<span>&nbsp; </span>The kids would color,&nbsp;do crafts, and have their snacks at that tiny table.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">When Lee first sat up on his own and played with toys, Amy would grab a toy out of his hands if she wanted it.<span>&nbsp; </span>It didn&rsquo;t bother him a bit.<span>&nbsp; </span>He just found another toy to play with.<span>&nbsp; </span>I still remember the day that she grabbed a toy from him, and he didn&rsquo;t like it.<span>&nbsp; </span>He still wanted to play with it.<span>&nbsp; </span>The tug of war began and continued for several years after that.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">Lee always liked to play by himself.<span>&nbsp; </span>Sometimes I would check on him because he was so quiet.<span>&nbsp; </span>I thought he was probably into something he shouldn&rsquo;t be.<span>&nbsp; </span>I&rsquo;d quietly go to his bedroom door, and there he would be playing with his soldiers or other toys.<span>&nbsp; </span>We could never punish him by sending him to his room.<span>&nbsp; </span>He liked it too much.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">Amy and Lee were never mean to each other.&nbsp; (Actually, they could have been when I wasn&#39;t looking, but I don&#39;t think they were.)</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">Amy was what I&rsquo;d call a little mother.<span>&nbsp; </span>She always cared for the kids younger than her, and sometimes bossed them around.<span>&nbsp; </span>Even now she likes to boss people around, but she is a lot more tactful than when she was in grade school. <span>&nbsp;</span>When there is a project to do, she&rsquo;ll jump right in there.<span>&nbsp; </span>She doesn&rsquo;t do anything half-hearted; she grabs hold of it and gives it all she has.<span>&nbsp; </span>The project can be at work, at our granddaughters&rsquo; school, or even for social events--it doesn&rsquo;t matter.<span>&nbsp; </span>On some occasions, she has been known to boss her own mother around!</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/kidsfeb76small.jpg" alt="kids february 1976" width="400" height="393" /></div><div style="text-align: center">February 1976</div></font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">///////</font></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Command those who are rich in this present age <br />not to be haughty, nor to trust in uncertain riches <br />but in the living God, who gives us richly all things<br />to enjoy.&nbsp; 1 Timothy 6:17</em></font></span></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Happy Years</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/happy_years.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/happy_years.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 12:32:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=happy%5Fyears</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">During our six years at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, I kept a diary only part of the time&mdash;from October 1977 through January 1979, and I didn&rsquo;t write in it every day.<span>&nbsp; </span>Here is part of what I wrote on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">November 23, 1977</span><span style="font-family: Verdana">, which pretty much sums up our time there, &ldquo;I was thinking before this, now is the happiest I have ever been in my life.<span>&nbsp; </span>I am taking the art course (something for me), square dancing (something for Bill and I together).<span>&nbsp; </span>Kids are well and good.<span>&nbsp; </span>No big money problems.<span>&nbsp; </span>I am working on [church] newsletter.<span>&nbsp; </span>Bill is an elder in church.<span>&nbsp; </span>He golfs and plays racquetball.&rdquo;</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">We lived in the duplex on </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Fort</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Hood</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> about 5 1/2 years. <span>&nbsp;</span>At that time, it was longest that I had ever lived in one house, and would be for a long time afterwards.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was a good time and a busy time.<span>&nbsp; </span>Having two children at home kept me busy.<span>&nbsp; </span>I found that I was happiest when I did something for myself.<span>&nbsp; </span>I took art classes at the local junior college.<span>&nbsp; </span>Every Wednesday morning, our church had what was called Operation Friendship.<span>&nbsp; </span>We did crafts, and there was a babysitter for the kids.</span></font></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">It was a happy time!</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">///////</span></font></p><p align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice,<br />and to do good in their lives, and also that<br />every man should eat and drink and<br />enjoy the good of all his labor--it is the gift of God.<br />Ecclesiastes 3:12</font></em></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Request From the &quot;Govenor of Arkansa&quot;</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_request_from_the_govenor_of_arkansa.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_request_from_the_govenor_of_arkansa.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:26:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Frequest%5Ffrom%5Fthe%5Fgovenor%5Fof%5Farkansa</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">My husband and I, along with our daughter and two granddaughters, went to Arkansas last weekend to visit family.&nbsp; The trip takes about 8 hours, especially when we stop for lunch and&nbsp;gas and all the other necessary things.&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the funniest parts of the traveling was when we were just inside the Arkansas state line, my&nbsp;husband pointed to all the vehicles going in the opposite direction and said something like this our granddaughters, &quot;Look at all the people leaving Arkansas because you are coming into the state.&quot;</font></p><p><font size="3">Below is the reply from one of our granddaughters.&nbsp; I think it is very creative.</font></p><p><font size="3"></font></p><p><font size="3"></font></p><p><font size="3"><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leavearsmall.jpg" alt="leave arkansas" width="490" height="400" /></div>&nbsp;</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">Praise the LORD, all you Gentiles!<br />Laud Him, all you peoples!<br />For His merciful kindness is great toward us,<br />And the truth of the LORD endures forever.<br />Praise the LORD!<br />Psalm 117</font></p><p align="center">&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><font size="3"></font>]]></description></item><item><title>A Little Boy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_little_boy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_little_boy.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 12:24:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Flittle%5Fboy</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Below are a couple of photos of our son.&nbsp; Like with our daughter, I took a lot of pictures, and won&#39;t put them all on my blog, as much as I&#39;d like to.&nbsp; Lee is not really a baby in the photos, but he is so cute that I couldn&#39;t resist posting them.</font></p><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/bigwheelsmar76small.jpg" alt="big wheels mar 1976" width="388" height="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center">March 1976</div><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/toyboxmar78small.jpg" alt="toy box mar 1978" width="388" height="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center">March 1978<br /><font size="3">///////</font></div><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>The Spirit Himself bears witness with our<br />spirit that we are children of God.<br />Romans 8:16</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>The Birth of a Baby Boy</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/the_birth_of_a_baby_boy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/the_birth_of_a_baby_boy.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 16:03:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fbirth%5Fof%5Fa%5Fbaby%5Fboy</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I was very happy that we had a boy so&nbsp;Bill could have a son.<span>&nbsp; </span>I also wanted to be able to carry on Bill&rsquo;s last name, although it didn&rsquo;t seem to matter too much to him because his parents divorce when he was only 10 months old, and he didn&#39;t know his father very well.<span>&nbsp; </span>I wanted a brother or sister for our daughter Amy.<span>&nbsp; </span>Most of all I wanted a healthy baby.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Here is what I remember about our son (Lee X) being born and my stay in the hospital.<span>&nbsp; </span>I had the baby in a small hospital and received a lot of personal care.<span>&nbsp; </span>My mom came from </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">Arkansas</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> to stay with Amy.<span>&nbsp; </span>On the morning of December 14, I went into the delivery room to have Lee by caesarean.<span>&nbsp; </span>The thing that I remember the most was my arms being spread out and tied down, you know, like being crucified. <span>&nbsp;</span>I guess that&rsquo;s why when I was coming out from the anesthesia that I asked if I was in hell.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was the first time I remember being put completely under; I didn&rsquo;t like it and never have.<span>&nbsp; </span>It took forever for me to come completely awake, or maybe it just seemed that way. <span>&nbsp;</span>My mom and Bill also told me that I had a boy, and I had a hard time believing them.<span>&nbsp; </span>My mom and husband were with me and Lee when we came out of surgery.<span>&nbsp; </span>So Lee was born at </span><span style="font-family: Verdana">9:41 am</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> and weighed 7 pounds and 9 1/2 ounces.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></font><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">I was in the hospital for about one week.<span>&nbsp; </span>When it came time for the nurse to take out the stitches, she said it wouldn&rsquo;t hurt.<span>&nbsp; </span>She lied.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">While I was in the hospital, I was taking antibiotics and pills to dry up my milk.<span>&nbsp; </span>Afterwards I just took the pills, but developed hives.<span>&nbsp; </span>So Bill and I spent about 6 hours of Christmas Eve at the emergency room.<span>&nbsp; </span>While we were waiting, Bill said that the doctor would give me benadryl.<span>&nbsp; </span>He was right.<span>&nbsp; </span>The doctor didn&rsquo;t even completely close the door, and I was in the office less than 5 minutes.</font></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="3">Just before Christmas, my dad and two sisters came down to visit.<span>&nbsp; </span>So we all had Christmas in our little house.</font></span></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana">Below are a couple of p</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"><font size="+0">hotos of Lee, one with his mom and the other with his big sister.</font></span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/leejan474small.jpg" alt="lee jan 1974" width="400" height="392" /></div><div style="text-align: center"><br />&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/coorsmar74small.jpg" alt="coors mar 74" width="400" height="384" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center"><br />///////<br /></div><div style="text-align: center"><font color="#800080"><em><br />If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts </em></font></div><div style="text-align: center"><font color="#800080"><em>to your children, </em></font><font color="#800080"><em>how much more will your Father </em></font></div><div style="text-align: center"><font color="#800080"><em>who is in heaven </em></font><font color="#800080"><em>give good things to those who ask Him!</em></font></div><div style="text-align: center"><font color="#800080"><em>Matthew 7:11</em></font></div></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>It&apos;s Over!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/its_over.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/its_over.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:33:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=its%5Fover</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">We finally sold the house where we used to live!&nbsp; It took almost 8 months, but it&#39;s finally over.&nbsp; The closing went smoothly and the&nbsp;money was wired to our bank account.&nbsp;&nbsp;On Wednesday, we wired&nbsp;money to the morgage company to pay off our new house.&nbsp; What a relief!</font></p><p><font size="3">I think all of our address changes have been made.&nbsp; We had problems with a couple, but they were solved.&nbsp; </font><font size="3">Things here at our new home are settling down, too.&nbsp; I can tell because we rearranged things in the garage and are now able to park both of our vehicles inside.&nbsp; There are a few more things that I want to hang, and I&#39;m still not completely happy with the window treatments in the living room.&nbsp; They need something more, but haven&#39;t quite figured out what it is.&nbsp; We want to buy ceiling fans, gutters, a pool, and patio furniture, but those are things that can wait until we are in the mood.</font></p><p><font size="3">With the other house sold and things calming down here, our phones have&nbsp;not been ringing near as much.&nbsp; Again, what a relief!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>For You, Lord,&nbsp;are good,&nbsp;and ready to forgive;<br />And abundant&nbsp;in mercy&nbsp;to all those who that call&nbsp;upon You.<br />Psalm 86:5</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Who I Am and Why I Blog - Updated</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/who_i_am_and_why_i_blog__updated.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/who_i_am_and_why_i_blog__updated.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:30:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=who%5Fi%5Fam%5Fand%5Fwhy%5Fi%5Fblog%5F%5Fupdated</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">In June 2005, I wrote about why I started blogging and made a list of 100 things about me.&nbsp; I thought it was time to update my list.&nbsp;&nbsp;If you are interested in knowing about the&nbsp;PrimoDonna of 2008, click <a href="/who_i_am_1.htm">HERE</a>.&nbsp; It may take you a while to read all 100 things, so I italized the ones that are updated.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Sing to Him, sing psalms to Him;<br />Talk&nbsp;of all His wondrous works!<br />Glory in His holy name;<br />Let the hearts of those rejoice who seek the LORD!<br />Seek the LORD and His strength;<br />Seek His face&nbsp;evermore!<br />Psalm 105:2-4</em></font></p>]]></description></item></channel></rss>