<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:01:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Lu Jives</title><subtitle type='html'>Home is where changes are made</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-1163119695951521403</id><published>2010-05-07T00:10:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:25:09.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Jori :)</title><content type='html'>Has it really been over a YEAR since my mom has made a post? I knew it had been a long time, but a year?! Wow, time keeps going by faster and faster! You see, when she first started this blog, she came to me for answers.  I was not extremely comfortable with the blogging world myself.  But much more computer savvy I guess, so she turned to me!  I loved it because I would get to first dibs on what she was going to post about.  "Hey Jori, I want to make a post on 'this', let's take a picture of it." Haha I loved it.  Since when does my mom like taking pictures?? I still can't believe she put the picture up of her holding her latest &lt;a href="http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-at-first-sight.html"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got some inspiration(see picture below) and decided I want to make a little post about her. Maybe help ya get to know her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who don't know me, I'm Jori. Hi. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am her youngest daughter of six. Yeah, the youngest. I must get everything I want, right? Haha well I don't think so.  (Even though my siblings would have to disagree with that at many times.)  My mom is just wonderful and would do anything for her kids. ANYTHING. And I don't get any sort of favoritism to that. (Ok, maybe just a little ;).)  But really when it comes down to it, my mom is just an extremely selfless, caring, and loving mom.  There are so many examples of this I could bring up and go so much more into, but I wanna get to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/S-PCX8qw2JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cDYihHPX5KU/s1600/100_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/S-PCX8qw2JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cDYihHPX5KU/s320/100_4688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468428089236183186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do any of you know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that pan, pecans, powdered sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, why could this be laying out on the table on a night such as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you why. It's CINNAMON ROLL making time.  My mom is famous for these babies.  Every Christmas morning. Birthdays, if that's what you want.  Heck, even as her appreciation to members in the ward.  She will make these awesome, delightful, heart-warming pieces of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the occasion this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. well let me tell you wh&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at tomorrow is.  It is clinical presentations day for the respiratory care program at Gateway Community College.  What the heck is that? Well you see, I am a student at Gateway in the respiratory care program.  Its my first semester there. Clinical presentations is where the students get to present a clinical situati&lt;/span&gt;on (their experience working with a patient at the hospital) to the rest of the program and faculty.  Fortunately, I am first semester and so have not yet been to clinical rotations to work at the patients bedside. So us first semester students get to sit back and enjoy what we hear.  Or so that's what they say...I'm sure it's going to be a huge learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, what does this have to do with my mom making cinnamon rolls?? I'm getting there, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical presentations day is from 7am to 4pm and is a potluck breakfast and lunch all day. (Thank goodness!)  When they told us about this at the beginning of the semester and how we are to each bring some kind of food to share...I thought, "...breakfast, cinnamon rolls, man everyone would love me!" Haha.  I just kept that in the back of my head though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as the semester kept rolllin by, my birthday came along.  It just so happened to land on a Thursday this year.  Thursdays were my lab days. 7 - noon.  I had great people in my lab who loved to bring food.  Come on, who doesn't love that? Especially when you have to be at school at 7-in-the-freaking-morning.  My teacher had also said at the beginning of the semester that she doesn't mind if we bring food for the class, or if its someone's birthday and they want to bring birthday cake.  That was my cue.  I would bring cinnamon rolls. Yessss. Sure enough, my mom was happy to make them.  They were a hit! At the end of the day, my classmates were ready to hire her. Seriously. They told me, "Tell your mom, if she will make these again for us, we will bring money for her and pay her." I'm really gonna have to start that for next semester! What a great way to make some extra bucks. Its a win-win situation.  My class is happy, teachers would be happy, I'd be happy cuz they are happy, and my mom would be happy with some extra cash, so that would make me even more happy. So really its a win-win-win-win-extra win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wow. Sorry, I feel like I keep going off on tangents.  But after that first taste of my mom's cinnamon rolls. Almost everyday, my class has been raving about them.  I told my mom all about this, then threw in there..."would you be willing to make them again for the end of the semester?" Sure enough, what did she say? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came time to discuss clinical presentations day again in class and what we should be looking for and are responsible for, I was sure to let my class know that my mom will be making cinnamon rolls.  Oh how much joy that brought the class.  My teacher was especially excited.  (She had been trying to go off sweets. Mind you, when I first met her, she told us she loves desserts and believes they go with every meal of the day. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Donuts were especially her thing. Until she had my mom's cinnamon rolls that is.  Ha when I took them to class for my birthday, she almost failed my because I was taking away her will power. Really, she basically threatened me. Then what'd she do? She had seconds. Oh the power of these cinnamon rolls.)  Everyone is anticipating these cinnamon rolls tomorrow. No pressure mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it is, just after midnight.  I was in the kitchen earlier and noticed that little set-up for cinnamon roll-baking.  My mom had told me she was going to get up at 3 in the morning to make them. ..But I think I hear her getting up now. That little stinker! She gets no sleep. I don't know how she does it. These past few weeks of no sleep for me because of studying is nothing compared to my mom's inadequate sleep.   Anyhow, I better wrap this up so she doesn't suspect that I'm doing this. I wanna make her surprised! And it just so happens Mother's Day is in two days, what a coincidence. Happy Mother's Day Mom!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to show some more appreciation to my fantastic mother.  So mother, thank you.  For always being so willing to do anything that you know will make your children happy. I love you. You sacrifice so much of your time for those that you love.  You are an amazing woman and I hope to be a great mother to my children someday as you have been to me. I love youuu. To the moon and back, and back and back and back. Forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let's start blogging again.  We have the house to ourselves! It's just you, me, and dad.  Let's get down to business, finish our projects, and blog about them! I know everyone here in this world misses your posts.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I somehow managed to delete your previous background..  But I came across this one, I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your favorite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidenote to all of you professional bloggers: Maybe someday soon I'll start a blog of my own.  For a project for school this semester, I kept one about my  progress through the respiratory care program.  It made me realize that blogging  really is not all that hard, and its fun! I've always wanted to, just haven't felt creative enough for it.  So stay tuned. I may be  joining ya'll!  Keep on posting and giving me inspiration, and the sooner I will have to make mine! :) Love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-1163119695951521403?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/1163119695951521403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=1163119695951521403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1163119695951521403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1163119695951521403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-jori.html' title='Love, Jori :)'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/S-PCX8qw2JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cDYihHPX5KU/s72-c/100_4688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-5609185715317203086</id><published>2009-04-30T18:29:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:35:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SgDpUjxNH2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0FzHWlhTCLM/s1600-h/grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SgDpUjxNH2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0FzHWlhTCLM/s400/grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332518498214944610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am writing another tender post. I miss my Dad.  He has been gone five years today.  May 1st. 2004. Occasionally I drive by his house and reminisce time spent there the last few years of his life.  We spent a lot of time there taking care of his yard and cleaning his house. These are great memories for me. Dad took great pride in having a nice yard.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a special time in being able to help take care of Dad., after he got ill.   He was always so kind. Dad was all about love!!!! I had a great Dad. He loved the Lord, was such a hard worker, so organized, loved to serve people and put on a great party, those luaus  are memorable. He was a loyal friend, and was such a tease, Justin has gotten that trait. He always had a story to tell, for most of my life I believed every word. He made sure my childhood was the best. Disneyland every summer, Horseback riding every Thursday, Annual Cowboy Breakfast, steak cookouts, story telling on the sun-deck. We really never wanted for any material thing , he was a great provider.  He was a great man, a great Dad and grandpa. I miss his early 6:00 Tuesday morning phone call, "Are you making  me something good to eat today?"  Oh, how he loved green chili corn bread. He never complained, he was always so positive about life. Even the last day of his life,  we had such a great conversation, expression of love for each other and the family when all along he was in a lot of discomfort, little did we know how much fluid was building inside of his body.&lt;br /&gt;I miss his hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sayings:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take any wooden nickels"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the price of wheat in Shang-hi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Its cuuute"&lt;br /&gt;"Aseeta balancha aseeta papoo"&lt;br /&gt;"I see London I see France, I see (insert name here) 's underpants."&lt;br /&gt;"You know the song of the shepherd's serinade? ... BAAA BAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;"There's a place in France where the naked ladies dance. There's a hole in the wall where the men can see it all." (just imagine his signature peck muscle flexation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Pop-eye the sailor man"&lt;br /&gt;"Now, now."&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few examples  of my witty Dad's humor.&lt;br /&gt;We always knew he wasn't happy when he would say, "We need to have a pow wow."&lt;br /&gt;..... Dad I love you. And I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Let us all remember Lavon or is it LaVaun, or LaVaughn or Vaughn, A. Wright???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I attended the 5:30 a.m. session at the Temple . When I got to the assembly room and sat down, the song Love at Home was playing, and then today just as we were closing the Antique shop at 4:00, "Dancing with my Father" by Luther Vandross started playing on the radio, (Dad passed away at 4:00p.m.) Do you think he was close by today? Now mother and Dad are together preparing a place for us, I wonder how many dogs and horses will be there. I forgot to mention his love for animals, do you think Liz has followed in those footsteps? Love you sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was in a lot of parades, preparing for those events was a big endeavor, I think Lo and I probably have more memories of this.  Gosh, I had such a great childhood, THANK YOU to my wonderful parents. I miss you both dearly. ALOHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfuyEu8aqUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d2S6edk-B8g/s1600-h/luau-invitations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfuyEu8aqUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d2S6edk-B8g/s320/luau-invitations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331050378313771330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-5609185715317203086?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/5609185715317203086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=5609185715317203086' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5609185715317203086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5609185715317203086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-at-home.html' title='Love at Home'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SgDpUjxNH2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0FzHWlhTCLM/s72-c/grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-5482968205494249374</id><published>2009-04-23T15:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:12:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>Is your purse or handbag, a friend.  A true and loyal friend. I found mine last week at Target. You  see I have had friends in the past that were not really me, and they would get returned to the store after a week or two, but this new one meets all my criteria of being loyal. First the size works, its not too deep, easy to find what I am looking for. The color is good for summer, it is soft, not too stiff, it has a snap, not a zipper. It has handles and a strap. very user friendly. Frankly it has everything I look for in a TRUE FRIEND.  And it was under 30.00 dollars, I never spend over 30.00, I would show you my other friends of the past but after Oprah had the show on hording I got rid of them. This new love makes me smile, makes me happy. Do you have a true friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfEe03U-9dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-eAD-tz8v4/s1600-h/100_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfEe03U-9dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-eAD-tz8v4/s400/100_3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328073727710000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfEe1XzZPSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SEYzAOiG5Ls/s1600-h/100_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfEe1XzZPSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SEYzAOiG5Ls/s400/100_3296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328073736427486498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The day after my new friend and I met, I went to work and Jessica Blair and said, "Hello, Oh Lucille, cute bag!"  I knew then that this was a long-lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my daughter Jamie said, "Oh mom you got a new friend! It makes me happy when I see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..If you only knew how many stores I have gone to over the last few months to find my one and only.  I truly have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-5482968205494249374?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/5482968205494249374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=5482968205494249374' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5482968205494249374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5482968205494249374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SfEe03U-9dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-eAD-tz8v4/s72-c/100_3299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-1196255508547626026</id><published>2009-04-02T04:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:26:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SdTYKYpfkEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MLYBSPR2Ct0/s1600-h/red+rose+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SdTYKYpfkEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MLYBSPR2Ct0/s400/red+rose+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320114732758175810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April 2nd. It has been twenty years since my angel mother left this mortal existence, seems like it just happened and that it has been a life time all in one. My mother, Norma Riggs Wright was an amazing women. Health problems, were her Gethsemane, her test in life. She had strength and courage. Oh, how I miss my mother. I miss being able to call her on the phone and have her with a ready answer to my question, for you see she was very wise. My mom knew a lot about everything, from love, to child rearing, homemaking, decorating, gardening, entertaining, the buzz on hollywood, to the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ, she was a smart lady my mother, and I miss her more than I can express in words.  Memories are all I have now, and my memories are tender to my heart. I understand now, why my mother  did some of the things she did. Living life has a way of helping us understand.......  I miss my mothers  smell, her touch, her tenderness, her laugh, her knowledge, her wisdom, her testimony, her humor, her presence. I miss not being able to share my life with her, Jamie was just 2 yrs. old when mother died, the only one who has a lot of memories of her is Jill. I asked Justin not too long ago of his  memories  of grandma, and they are faded; that makes me sad. My mother taught me how to love, we love deep, we feel deep. Sometimes I think that might be a curse, but, no I am grateful because I know  what love is and how to love because of my mother.  There is not a day that does not go by that I don't think of her. I know she is not very far away. I have felt her from time to time over the years, and that is a comfort. I need to take the time and write down some stories of experiences from my life with her so that my family can have her brought to life for them. Just know this, Norma was an amazing, beautiful, culture  refined  woman, she was an angel. I miss her, I love her. It has been twenty years since my mother left this mortal existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-1196255508547626026?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/1196255508547626026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=1196255508547626026' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1196255508547626026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1196255508547626026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-angel-mother.html' title='My Angel Mother'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SdTYKYpfkEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MLYBSPR2Ct0/s72-c/red+rose+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-1284472816956714351</id><published>2009-03-03T17:29:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:32:41.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/Sa3Zpsw8mLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uNgpvPkWhxc/s1600-h/Jesus_Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/Sa3Zpsw8mLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uNgpvPkWhxc/s200/Jesus_Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138846154004658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/Sa3ZjGWVoNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bAemYTO4d5E/s1600-h/obama8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/Sa3ZjGWVoNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bAemYTO4d5E/s200/obama8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138732762636498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who's on the Lord's side who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there that is fed up with the news media, television in general, or talk radio? I have had to just turn it off. I find myself just wanting to watch old classic movies or reading a good book, or looking at decorating magazines. If I have to hear our NEW Pres. of the good ole USA try and sell his socialism plan one more time I think I will scream. I know it is important to be up with current events, but all of this mess with the economy is craziness. Have you noticed how the Ensign this month is all about self-reliance, preparedness, and having the oil in our lamps full. I love the scriptures, only by trusting in the Lord will we find peace. I am so grateful for the gospel, I think as time goes on, all of us, if we ask for it will have many missionary experiences. The signs of the times, as many say, are all around us.  I hope as we all  live each day we pray to be a good influence, I know all of you do, what great examples you all are to me. You can just tell how strong these little spirits that are coming to our homes now are. Definitely saturday warriors! I am excited for Jori, this year she is going to be in the Easter pageant, as a birth angel. She is excited too. A chance to participate in such a great program and feel the spirit so strong each night will be amazing.   Let us all treasure our blessings, we live in an exciting time, the best of times and the worst of times..... now that I have vented I feel better. I am anxious for general conference. Let us stay close.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-1284472816956714351?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/1284472816956714351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=1284472816956714351' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1284472816956714351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/1284472816956714351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/03/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/Sa3Zpsw8mLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uNgpvPkWhxc/s72-c/Jesus_Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-8645403018621636341</id><published>2009-02-25T20:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:17:34.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Life Eat Doughnuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SaYO7FzGNGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2eiXlRnAcXg/s1600-h/buttermilk+donuts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SaYO7FzGNGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2eiXlRnAcXg/s320/buttermilk+donuts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306945619234272354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Mandi and all of us who like DOUGHNUTS which is probably all of the WRIGHT family. Did you know that Brigham Young had donuts as part of his morning breakfast, buttermilk doughnuts,that is.  I would like to share with you  a recipe from the Lion house in Salt Lake City, remember we are taught to follow the prophet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2cups  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2large eggs beaten&lt;br /&gt;51/2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;l1/4 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl stir together all dry ingredients and set aside. Whisk together buttermilk, eggs, and sugar. Add melted butter and whisk again.  Add dry ingredients and gently stir together. Do not use a mixer.  [Remember Brigham didn't have electricity] Dough will be sticky. Start heating frying oil to 375 degrees. (Lard works best.)&lt;br /&gt;Roll or pat dough on a well floured  board about 1/4 to 3/8 inch thick. Cut with 2 1/2 inch doughnut cutter. Form the scraps into a ball and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reroll&lt;/span&gt; and cut. Fry in hot oil. Doughnuts will start to crack when they are ready to turn.  Remove when golden brown.  Drain on paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;While warm sprinkle with granulated sugar as desired. Makes 2 dozen. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.mormontimes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mormonTimes&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  Conclusion, I will be brave and share a deep emotion . I  have always lived with the attitude of when I, when I loose  x amount of weight I will buy  some great clothes, when I this or when I that. I look at pictures of myself  ten or twenty years ago and think, I was not that fat, I wish I looked like that now. I should of enjoyed  life more then.  Of course we should be healthy conscience ,But now that my metabolism has come to a streaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;halt&lt;/span&gt;, I am trying to enjoy life at where I am. A  new season of aging, wrinkles, flab, arthritis pain etc. Thank goodness I have Mandi to keep by eyebrows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;  good and Tara to keep the gray out of my hair, the point is . Be happy with yourselves, where you are RIGHT NOW , life is precious, say positive things about yourself and to your children, Your kids will have better self-esteems  if they know their mother feels good about herself.  For me , my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; have a comfy cozy pillow to hug. So therefore if you want a doughnut, enjoy it, eat it . Life goes by so quickly..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-8645403018621636341?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/8645403018621636341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=8645403018621636341' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/8645403018621636341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/8645403018621636341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoy-life-eat-donuts.html' title='Enjoy Life Eat Doughnuts!'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SaYO7FzGNGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2eiXlRnAcXg/s72-c/buttermilk+donuts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-354205780233614860</id><published>2009-02-10T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:29:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is most important?</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,   Pondering  of what is most important to me , inspired this  change. The sampler on the top left, reads  Forget me not, remember me, watch and pray, the one on the top right says,Good life, if you would live a life discreet Five things observe with care: of whom you speak, To whom you speak, And how, and when and where. The sampler in the middle, Home Sweet Home, brings me to convey this thought. How blessed is a life who has the teachings of the gospel  of Jesus Christ as a road map, what a blessing it is to pray to an Heavenly Father who loves us, and knows us. Must we never to forget to pray. Living our lives through the example of our Savior, brings peace. As we try to keep the commandments and live our lives according to God's plan of happiness , our homes can be sweet, and a place of refuge for those who enter our door. My goal and desire is to live a life as this and for my home to be such a place of refuge.  I love my family, may we be examples to all....Let us all stand for truth, and be steadfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-354205780233614860?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/354205780233614860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=354205780233614860' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/354205780233614860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/354205780233614860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-most-important.html' title='What is most important?'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-3054897158703137949</id><published>2009-02-10T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:29:59.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SZHX27zV1mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CQjTGdAx2KQ/s1600-h/100_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SZHX27zV1mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CQjTGdAx2KQ/s400/100_2978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301255575157724770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-3054897158703137949?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/3054897158703137949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=3054897158703137949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/3054897158703137949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/3054897158703137949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SZHX27zV1mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CQjTGdAx2KQ/s72-c/100_2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-6002960115966213019</id><published>2009-02-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:52:00.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Joy</title><content type='html'>Hi to all, my thought for this week is something I was so impressed with. Our cousin and friend, Joy Arnett , who is so specialwas recently the keynote speaker at her stake Relief Society conference. The topic was finding joy. I reflected for a few days want brings me joy. Of course the gospel and family is #1, if you start to think about it the list could become quite detailed and long. One of Joy's handouts really made me stop and think, I did not attend the conference , just heard about it through Aunt Jeanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be Totally Miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly by John Bytheway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Believe that things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;2.    Think about your problems.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Worry about things you can't change.&lt;br /&gt;5.    Complain about your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Think about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;7.    Relive your bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;8.    Blame everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;9.    Don't take any action.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Put yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Don't set goals.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Hold on to grudges.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Judge other people's motives.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Put deadlines on your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Stay miserable.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Always want more.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Don't learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Postpone prayer.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Avoid good company.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Don't sing.&lt;br /&gt;21.  Don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Gossip often.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Sleep to much.&lt;br /&gt;25.  Don't have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Recycle regrets.&lt;br /&gt;27.  Take counsel from your fears.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Be easily offended.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Wait for life to happen.&lt;br /&gt;30.  Avoid adventure.&lt;br /&gt;31.  Assume that moping will solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;32.  Don't enjoy the good in others.&lt;br /&gt;33.  Don't have a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;34.  Never read a book.&lt;br /&gt;35.  Never reach out of your comfort zone to make someone happy.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your joy in life depends upon your trust in Heavenly father and His holy son, your conviction that their plan of happiness truly can bring you joy. Richard G. Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more to Joy's handout, but I thought this part was especially&lt;br /&gt;good.  For the most part our attitudes determine our happiness and joy. Life can be so hard! I hope we can find something helpful in the above list that will help us all reflect on what is really important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  I have got to show you what my wonderful son Justin did for me this weekend, also I have a few more pictures of some of things in my home that give me JOY and of course a few more changes.  My children are so good to me, Justin has a lot going on in his life, I appreciate him so much for helping me. I have the best kids, I love them so much.  Have a great week everyone hope it is filled with JOY.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYewm7i3tYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yop3QlkuwIw/s1600-h/100_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYewm7i3tYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yop3QlkuwIw/s400/100_2966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397669490144642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyF-6zNQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tpE7ElV-H-M/s1600-h/100_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyF-6zNQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tpE7ElV-H-M/s400/100_2967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399302483391746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyF9OfLcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9fvH10yTr3s/s1600-h/100_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyF9OfLcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9fvH10yTr3s/s400/100_2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399302029094338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Changey Rearrangey, in full form.&lt;br /&gt;      JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyGPFWPJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0gFzvgJYVEE/s1600-h/100_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyGPFWPJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0gFzvgJYVEE/s400/100_2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399306822597778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tan and White, JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head board - garage sale find.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYez0BkQ-tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cgPZalBnGMA/s1600-h/100_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYez0BkQ-tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cgPZalBnGMA/s400/100_2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298401192979790546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyGdeVF_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tbJk1RNEToQ/s1600-h/100_2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYeyGdeVF_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tbJk1RNEToQ/s400/100_2971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399310685476850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzq3lZGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCV0LAfqFMk/s1600-h/100_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzq3lZGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCV0LAfqFMk/s400/100_2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298401186886804578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzq_EQWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uSmdmWbiVc4/s1600-h/100_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzq_EQWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uSmdmWbiVc4/s400/100_2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298401186918187362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby room&lt;/span&gt;, I love baby vintage prints, dolls, most anything old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dresser came from D.I.  a little paint does amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzcMZISI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2EhfN69LZX8/s1600-h/100_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYezzcMZISI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2EhfN69LZX8/s400/100_2972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298401182947549474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby screen is of my children and my grandbabies.&lt;br /&gt;JOY, JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of you, one of my favorite things to do is  going to GARAGE SALES, once in awhile you hit the sales of sales. About 18 months ago or longer, I got a call from Lindsay Jones, "Lucille you have got to come to this sale." It was close to my house, and when I got there , oh my gosh, we had so much fun, we bought a lot of great stuff, a lot we resold and a lot is in our homes. Lindsay you rock. That is such a great memory. JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-6002960115966213019?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/6002960115966213019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=6002960115966213019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/6002960115966213019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/6002960115966213019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-joy.html' title='Finding Joy'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYewm7i3tYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yop3QlkuwIw/s72-c/100_2966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-8955459512952311890</id><published>2009-01-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:31:07.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new season of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX9iNsD6cTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i3MpD2FCbG8/s1600-h/mom,dad,abigail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX9iNsD6cTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i3MpD2FCbG8/s320/mom,dad,abigail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296059674116387122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first want to say thank you to all my eagles for commenting on my BLOG..... It was so fun to read them........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the left is a picture of Randy and I with grandbaby #5 Abigail Jane, so beautiful. Our story began August 20th 1974. We were married in the Salt Lake City temple by Elder LeGrand Richards. I was so young, 19. Yes so young. Randy and I have had quite the journey, I am so grateful for my temple covenants, it is the foundation of my life. I am also grateful for what my challenges in life  have taught me.   The Lord has a way of rounding and smoothing the sharp points of our character , tailored just for us. I love my dear husband, Randy has many talents which I admire, he has been a great supporter for our family, and works so hard. Last June we were called to be Temple workers at the Mesa temple. This has been such a great blessing to me personally and to my marriage, oh how I love the temple. Peace. It has helped me endure Jill moving away and now Jacy. We all have our lives to live where ever it takes us , and just knowing we are an eternal family gives me   peace.  Randy and I work the first shift on saturday morning. We get up at 3:30a.m. and need to be there at 4:30a.m. and our shift ends at 11:20. After our shift we get lunch and then I go to work at Cherry St. Antiques until 4:00p.m. it is a long day but so wonderful. It has given Randy and I time to reflect on what is essential, what really matters, I love it. The Lord reallly knows us and knows what we need in our lives. The important thing is to live our lives so that we will be receptive to what he has instore for us. The gospel really is the plan of happiness.......   Now many of you know I like antiques it is so fun that some of my children and nieces do to, and I like decorating. Jamie has given me the name changey rearrangey, wow is that the under statement. Yesterday Jan. 26th I was true to my name and made a CHANGE. I have posted a picture of the change and also some of the collections that give me joy, remember  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; are that they might have joy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg0pAXzQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xg1Rs_mqgLg/s1600-h/100_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg0pAXzQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xg1Rs_mqgLg/s400/100_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550725497113858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patio table brought inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg1O1RGCI/AAAAAAAAADg/4goKK90pvJc/s1600-h/100_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg1O1RGCI/AAAAAAAAADg/4goKK90pvJc/s400/100_2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550735651084322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This chandelier will be hung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg06cYEjI/AAAAAAAAADY/D5Tgy4LSbpI/s1600-h/100_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg06cYEjI/AAAAAAAAADY/D5Tgy4LSbpI/s400/100_2927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550730177974834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_Fc325I/AAAAAAAAACo/SjIiP1Au-5E/s1600-h/100_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_Fc325I/AAAAAAAAACo/SjIiP1Au-5E/s400/100_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548705908284306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Favorite Room of the House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_QqXvBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YtXWuCM_8GY/s1600-h/100_2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_QqXvBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YtXWuCM_8GY/s400/100_2940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548708917689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_5umh6I/AAAAAAAAADI/tH3Vfg1eWyw/s1600-h/100_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_5umh6I/AAAAAAAAADI/tH3Vfg1eWyw/s400/100_2936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548719941289890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mirror and the buffet were both purchased from Julie Blair.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they didn't come together, they add a lot to the Shabby Chic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg1W6TKuI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ktx8pC3N1x4/s1600-h/100_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEg1W6TKuI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ktx8pC3N1x4/s400/100_2937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296550737819675362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I collect a lot of things. Things that have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_ESkPSI/AAAAAAAAACw/5Fnd28sqqxg/s1600-h/100_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_ESkPSI/AAAAAAAAACw/5Fnd28sqqxg/s400/100_2938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548705596620066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love white on white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_mAwzHI/AAAAAAAAADA/XezxvQyGSgs/s1600-h/100_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEe_mAwzHI/AAAAAAAAADA/XezxvQyGSgs/s400/100_2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548714648751218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collection of Mother verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Long awaited farm sink&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEh1Xw19RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7kh9r6hupvk/s1600-h/100_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEh1Xw19RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7kh9r6hupvk/s400/100_2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296551837560075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after a trip to Globe, I have finally got my farm sink.&lt;br /&gt;Randy even put it in the night we got home!&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saved the Best for last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEh1PB0ljI/AAAAAAAAADw/wae51mRpDDY/s1600-h/100_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEh1PB0ljI/AAAAAAAAADw/wae51mRpDDY/s400/100_2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296551835215369778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My precious grand babies. It doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;Except, I want 50 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grammy Lu's Favorite Things to Collect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;litttle things&lt;br /&gt;mirrors&lt;br /&gt;plates&lt;br /&gt;old frames&lt;br /&gt;match boxes&lt;br /&gt;silhouettes&lt;br /&gt;mothers verses&lt;br /&gt;composition dolls, old&lt;br /&gt;old jewelry&lt;br /&gt;old purses&lt;br /&gt;chandeliers&lt;br /&gt;old urns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this list is good for now, pretty scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SYEWHFCjVdI/AAAAAAAAACI/KagRtuBg600/s1600-h/100_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-8955459512952311890?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/8955459512952311890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=8955459512952311890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/8955459512952311890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/8955459512952311890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-season-of-life.html' title='A new season of life'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX9iNsD6cTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i3MpD2FCbG8/s72-c/mom,dad,abigail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746350715569017136.post-5028109588424430615</id><published>2009-01-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:17:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grammylu jives  has just arrived</title><content type='html'>To all family and friends, well here I am. This is my debut to the blogging world.  Hold on to your seat. Thank goodness I have a patient daughter, Jori  is the one to give credit for my attempt at this new-to-me technology. I feel like our great grandparents must have felt when they went from horse and buggy to the model T, pen to typewriter, or dishpan hands to automatic dishwasher.  ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Like all of you, I want to share  a part of my life with you, the ones I love most! The older I get the more I realize the importance of family history, memories to share and expressing heart felt feelings. Because I have been given much I too must give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746350715569017136-5028109588424430615?l=grammylujives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/feeds/5028109588424430615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746350715569017136&amp;postID=5028109588424430615' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5028109588424430615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746350715569017136/posts/default/5028109588424430615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammylujives.blogspot.com/2009/01/grammylu-jives-has-just-arrived.html' title='grammylu jives  has just arrived'/><author><name>Lucille Jarvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12444650389322548189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yJU5n8zDb8/SX_GXfuyH5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Aby9qH6dUaI/S220/mom,dad,abigail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
