<?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-33911641</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:51:39.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought.....</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing my thoughts and observations.......just in case you were wondering.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>832</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3444420526369113536</id><published>2012-02-09T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:10:18.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been awhile since I have posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is the same - not worse - not better. I am working on getting assitance for her care. It is a process - but she needs way more than I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's uncle passed away after a 15 year battle with cancer. His funeral is this weekend. Please be in prayer for his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam tried out for football for next season - he was so excited - he loves it. He will have weight traning next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori doing well in college - still working on getting a car. I know it is frustrating for her not having one - but she has done real well attitude wise handling the inconvenience of it all. Thankfully her work has adjusted her schedule, she rides in with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog had puppies - six total - three lived. I truly believe she had them too soon - she had them last Friday - and by my math that was about two weeks early. I will post pictures of the puppies real soon. They are cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3444420526369113536?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3444420526369113536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3444420526369113536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3444420526369113536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3444420526369113536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/02/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4324977640799068629</id><published>2012-01-24T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:02:33.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REJOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How awesome is this verse. Imagine God rejoicing over you...over me with singing! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4324977640799068629?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4324977640799068629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4324977640799068629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4324977640799068629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4324977640799068629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/rejoice-lord-your-god-is-with-you-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-9174796479606783923</id><published>2012-01-24T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:56:46.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past Sunday - after morning church services - I went to the grocery store for mom. How one little lady goes through the groceries is beyond me! She was going home with me because we had some bad storms coming through and we were planning on going to PM Services (did not because she was not in good shape!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was in the back of the house - I knocked - yelled out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoooooo&lt;/span&gt;.....I saw her getting ready - taking rollers out of her hair. Thought she knew I was there. I brought in the groceries, was putting them away - she came in the kitchen -saw me from the back - thought I was someone else -stealing her groceries - and whacked me on the head with her hairbrush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-9174796479606783923?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/9174796479606783923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=9174796479606783923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9174796479606783923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9174796479606783923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/whack-this-past-sunday-after-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3892449714307893859</id><published>2012-01-23T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:51:12.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SICK CAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori's car is completely gone. She is working on getting another one. I wish I could help her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for her. I am so thankful she was safe when the engine finally blew - and we were able to get home before it was too late and too dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3892449714307893859?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3892449714307893859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3892449714307893859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3892449714307893859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3892449714307893859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick-car.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3090604494980760078</id><published>2012-01-23T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:50:17.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOM OF THE YEAR....NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was very distracted in November and December - more so than usual. We were getting hit from every angle - mom was pretty bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not stay on top of school grades - we have faltered - it is recoverable. But I have failed Sam and his teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just move on from here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam you are smart! Let's get moving in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3090604494980760078?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3090604494980760078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3090604494980760078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3090604494980760078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3090604494980760078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/mom-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-9204707541796682757</id><published>2012-01-20T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:05:39.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLEANING OUT THE JUNK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit 2011 was just a rough year all the way around. But mid - December I decided I needed to clean out the junk. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned out closets, drawers, the garage, the attic, you name it - it has been cleaned - well, not Sam's room...his is a hard hat area - and I will be tackling that one soon... ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong Christian man here at work said this to me and it stuck...he speaks plain - with no fancy words - just tells you like it is. He said "I have learned that if you have a freight train running through your mind - it is hard to pray and give God everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. I have started cleaning out my mind and heart. How? I have changed what I watch on TV, what I listen to on the radio, even what I read - even if it is the magazines at the check out counter, filter emails and what I read online. And oh what a difference it has made. I was numb to the world around me for so long - insensitive to things that used to offend - like the world - I was glossing over things. And I felt so far away from God. Further than I ever had been. My worship and spiritual growth was hindered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is my life all peaches and cream? No, we are still struggling in so many areas, but I have a sense of freedom and peace that I havent' had a in a long time. I am God's child - He loves me - He know my needs - and my pain. I am closer to Him. I read His word and learn something every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, please forgive me when I glossed over things, avoided your truth. Lord, fill me with You, I want to see your face and your eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-9204707541796682757?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/9204707541796682757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=9204707541796682757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9204707541796682757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9204707541796682757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/cleaning-out-junk.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8562980058233222078</id><published>2012-01-20T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:43:21.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A memory from mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becky, I remember when you were little and you loved your Mrs. Beasley doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8562980058233222078?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8562980058233222078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8562980058233222078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8562980058233222078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8562980058233222078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/bookshelf-memory-from-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-959062773626962005</id><published>2012-01-20T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:40:03.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Tori and Sam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note from your mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you both. As I was driving in today I realized you both made me laugh so hard last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to call you daughter and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-959062773626962005?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/959062773626962005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=959062773626962005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/959062773626962005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/959062773626962005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-tori-and-sam-note-from-your-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3511599775834136490</id><published>2012-01-10T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:40:23.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3jzM0TcWZ4/TwyvUWK-jPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jVGj7aAMAlM/s1600/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696120392800701682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3jzM0TcWZ4/TwyvUWK-jPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jVGj7aAMAlM/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCIrb2GX-4A/TwyvT9N9PeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8JvYaUnULdg/s1600/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696120386102312418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCIrb2GX-4A/TwyvT9N9PeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8JvYaUnULdg/s320/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU4Chw8jxxs/TwyvTgR_ziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/evzXOrE1fbw/s1600/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696120378334629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU4Chw8jxxs/TwyvTgR_ziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/evzXOrE1fbw/s320/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam on his first semi-formal dance...with sister Tori giving him the ride....&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3511599775834136490?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3511599775834136490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3511599775834136490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3511599775834136490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3511599775834136490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/sam-on-his-first-semi-formal-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3jzM0TcWZ4/TwyvUWK-jPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jVGj7aAMAlM/s72-c/IMG_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3993637601009664130</id><published>2012-01-10T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:33:22.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WgSpaOwxCw/TwyuHeypJSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8PFmbxhzlP4/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696119072264627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WgSpaOwxCw/TwyuHeypJSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8PFmbxhzlP4/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas Message that was and is still on a recipe on my fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3993637601009664130?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3993637601009664130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3993637601009664130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3993637601009664130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3993637601009664130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-message-that-was-and-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WgSpaOwxCw/TwyuHeypJSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8PFmbxhzlP4/s72-c/IMG_0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6913216771446915928</id><published>2012-01-10T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:07:09.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning Beep, warning bell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is so wandering at work today - tons of things twirling around....I guess I am not being a good employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the forklift driver in our warehouse beeping the horn to let others know he is coming...or it beeps with a ding when backing up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we had the sounds of beeps and dings to warn us with just some of what hits us? Would we turn to God if we knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not - we would try to fix it ourselves -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why we don't receive beeps and dings.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6913216771446915928?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6913216771446915928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6913216771446915928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6913216771446915928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6913216771446915928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/warning-beep-warning-bell.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6768162669374979594</id><published>2012-01-10T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:45:31.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't forget about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said...."Becky, I remember you today. Now don't forget about me when I can't remember later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6768162669374979594?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6768162669374979594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6768162669374979594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6768162669374979594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6768162669374979594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-forget-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6036011997412841500</id><published>2012-01-10T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:19:08.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it Day or is it Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has her Days and Nights totally mixed up. I am so tired. She will sleep from 9-12 at night and then is up all night. It is virtually impossible to keep her in bed and keep her awake during the day - especially when I am not there. But I guess if she is sleeping during the day I know she is safe and not getting into trouble. Ha ha. I have called her doctor to see if there is something...I don't want her a zombie - but if we both don't get some sleep soon - we are both going to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alzheimer's - I have said it before - I hate this disease. Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Regans&lt;/span&gt; daughter called it The Long Goodbye....trust me - it is. Dad died 10 years ago this year from complications of the same disease. I have lost three aunts to the same disease - I don't see the purpose of it - I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom knows my face -but doesn't know me. I don't know what year she is in right now - but it is certainly not 2012. She talks of her parents and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her purse...she loves her purse - I hate it at time- she misplaces it all the time. Empties it out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; it is in her hands - then we spend a lot of time looking for something she thought was in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Sweater - she loves loves loves her wool sweater -she sleeps in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is eating better -I have to sit right beside her so she will eat. I have found she eats better in front of the TV. Go figure. I grew up with the TV off at meal time. Right now her favorite foods are home made Chili, BBQ (Always BBQ - she used to hate BBQ), regular Chips A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoy&lt;/span&gt; and Wavy Lays. I should write the companies above and tell her story - maybe we could get samples. She also likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pillsbury&lt;/span&gt; Grands biscuits and crescent rolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience - I need to be more patient - Lord please forgive me when I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church - we took her to church Sunday night - she loved it - going to try to get her in the routine of it. Nothing more powerful than God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Other happenings.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken hit after hit. Please pray for our family. I realized today this is the first time I am not actually working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; jobs in I can't tell you when. Steve is looking for part time-weekend or after hours work - pray that door opens. However I am willing to clean houses, etc if needed for the extra income - I know God will provide in His Time - may I remember that at all times! Compared to what so many other families are going through - we are blessed. But my friend DC - put it best - but many of us are just a paycheck or two from losing everything. And she is right - there really is no Middle Class anymore. Sorry to sound so whiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori qualified for another semester of scholarships. I am so proud of her. She works hard all the way around. Now Tori - not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; you -but you don't need a boyfriend! Just focus on yourself and education! (help me out here fellow moms!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is doing well in school and continues to grow. Boy can he eat. He is going to be a big guy. I am so proud of him too. He enjoyed football and loves his coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Limbo - I am pretty sure we will be going back home. We have been absent for two long. Not good! I so love attending church and enjoying the fellowship of everyone. They are like family to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...enough for now...I may post pictures of Sam's first semi-formal dance later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6036011997412841500?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6036011997412841500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6036011997412841500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6036011997412841500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6036011997412841500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-day-or-is-it-night-mom-has-her.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4406484045040804006</id><published>2012-01-03T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:59:17.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me a party animal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve I was in bed by 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night - I went to bed at 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4406484045040804006?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4406484045040804006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4406484045040804006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4406484045040804006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4406484045040804006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/call-me-party-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7077391766662752129</id><published>2012-01-03T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:57:23.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took mom to get a perm - that was a hoot - she at first didn't want to go - but her hair needed to be done. At first she was very ill and grouchy - and I was receiving sympathetic glances and smiles. Then she turned to sweet mom - calling everyone sweetie or honey. Oh brother (so unlike my mother all the way around!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of Alzheimer's - I just don't see the purpose of it. The mind is a complex machine -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7077391766662752129?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7077391766662752129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7077391766662752129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7077391766662752129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7077391766662752129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/took-mom-to-get-perm-that-was-hoot-she.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6387093620258382243</id><published>2012-01-03T08:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:55:00.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I a quitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after careful thought and sheer exhaustion - I cannot work the H &amp;amp; R Block Job. I need to get mom situated - it was just too much. It wasn't fair to H &amp;amp; R (though they were more than willing to work with me), my regular job, mom and my little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will provide. Steve is looking for a part-time job. I will try to clean houses on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like a quitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6387093620258382243?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6387093620258382243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6387093620258382243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6387093620258382243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6387093620258382243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-quitter-well-after-careful-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5524017555821184919</id><published>2011-12-30T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:34:36.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS GOING TO BE A GOOD YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM CLAIMING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5524017555821184919?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5524017555821184919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5524017555821184919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5524017555821184919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5524017555821184919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-is-going-to-be-good-year-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8083384937990980514</id><published>2011-12-30T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:35:07.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.wg.uproxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/charlie-brown-lobster-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 519px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn.wg.uproxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/charlie-brown-lobster-dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8083384937990980514?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8083384937990980514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8083384937990980514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8083384937990980514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8083384937990980514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2014421630726191045</id><published>2011-12-28T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:31:01.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part-Time Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been praying for extra income - I will be working part - time at H &amp;amp; R Block during tax season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for balance, energy and strength. Pray that Steve, Mom, and Kids adjust accordingly. God opened this door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrapped up my last week of my at home bookkeeping job that I have been doing for three years - I was sad for awhile - but it will be nice to not have to "work" at home once I have been at work all day. Just swapping one job for the other I suppose - but it won't be at home. We will still deliver books/magazines for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray we get just a little stable financially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2014421630726191045?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2014421630726191045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2014421630726191045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2014421630726191045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2014421630726191045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/part-time-job-well.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8225459521996675716</id><published>2011-12-28T14:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:27:53.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me - you will agree - I live my own reality TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8225459521996675716?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8225459521996675716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8225459521996675716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8225459521996675716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8225459521996675716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/drama-if-you-know-me-you-will-agree-i.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5488665335406864578</id><published>2011-12-23T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:03:39.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pineridgecc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/christmas-nativity-scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pineridgecc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/christmas-nativity-scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To all my friends and family - I am blessed to know you. Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5488665335406864578?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5488665335406864578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5488665335406864578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5488665335406864578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5488665335406864578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all-my-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6879594838400908669</id><published>2011-12-22T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:56:43.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a coworker ---- FRIEND who lives and works in Florida. She has been facing major health problems. She is courageous and has a will that cannot be matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself Sue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6879594838400908669?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6879594838400908669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6879594838400908669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6879594838400908669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6879594838400908669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/sue.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6097415736857170802</id><published>2011-12-22T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:55:45.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is getting worse. It is sad. I am discouraged beyond belief. Though I must admit the past two days have not been that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dusted my entire house last night - she was going to town with the Endust and feather duster. Whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she knows me as her daughter - I am just someone who takes care of her. Last night after work I went to her house - took her some groceries and dinner - she said, "&lt;br /&gt;I am going with you!" She packed her little bag was out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was entering invoices and running reports for my last few weeks of in home bookkeeping - she stood over my shoulder the whole time - I couldn't thnk - then my internet/computer crashed - I was so impatient and ill tempered. It is no excuse - but she forgets when I am short with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is literally like having a toddler - watching every step or move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said many a time - this is for a season. God has a plan - I just wish I would put my words and thoughts into action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6097415736857170802?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6097415736857170802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6097415736857170802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6097415736857170802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6097415736857170802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5475677497601903241</id><published>2011-12-22T08:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:46:31.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/sick_computer1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/sick_computer1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My computer at home...or I should say my internet is down. Everyone is going through withdrawal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5475677497601903241?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5475677497601903241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5475677497601903241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5475677497601903241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5475677497601903241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-computer-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2953199457523940467</id><published>2011-12-19T09:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:23:21.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Where does it come from? I know I just dusted. Geesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2953199457523940467?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2953199457523940467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2953199457523940467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2953199457523940467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2953199457523940467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/dust.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5119338174419325355</id><published>2011-12-19T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:20:42.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day she will have a new car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tori she has had a lot of car issues of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs a car desperately. I am praying God opens that door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5119338174419325355?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5119338174419325355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5119338174419325355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5119338174419325355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5119338174419325355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-day-she-will-have-new-car.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2992964045374852221</id><published>2011-12-19T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:20:07.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patches of Memory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a good weekend. Well, as good as can be expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to do Christmas Cards - we sat at my kitchen table - she painstakingly signed her name, or Mom, or Aunt Martha on about 20 cards - she would get frustrated if she made a mistake - I said - that's okay - here is another one. I hope those folks who receive her card will treasure it......I want to tell them to save that snippet of handwriting for years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate quite a bit. For a little woman she has a huge appetite at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny...Saturday morning I went over and cooked her breakfast...she said "I already ate!" I said "really? what did you eat?" She said "I hate chips a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoy&lt;/span&gt; cookies - chocolate covered cherries and peppermint sticks..." Ha ha ha. She did end up eating breakfast - loved my canned biscuits. Ha ha. I told her I would give her the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking her home this morning she saw a building on what used to be a country store...she said "your daddy used to go there to buy bread and milk...I would tell him he was going out of his way and paying twice as much...but he wanted to support the little man who ran that store." (That is so my dad - once he took breakfast to a Union &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;protester&lt;/span&gt; at a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; - and dad picketed with him - I was so proud - he stood up for what the believed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a good weekend for her - but last night was rough. She had been with me - wanted to go home - I took her home - washed some dishes and clothes. Then left...I was tired - went to bed as soon as I got home. Phone rang a short while later - it was mom - she wanted to come "home" (my house) I went and picked her up - she had packed up her entire bedroom and bathroom in garbage bags - ready to move. Sad and sweet. We only brought one bag - the one with PJ's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2992964045374852221?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2992964045374852221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2992964045374852221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2992964045374852221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2992964045374852221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/patches-of-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4206442862208001674</id><published>2011-12-16T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:46:23.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to write to vent... I may delete this post later. I don't mean to poor mouth or sound pitiful - because goodness knows - there are so many people hurting for different reasons. And to even say anything I feel selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is hurting. I am tired and I am drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on getting help for mom - it is such a process - doesn't seem fair or balanced. One place has called me back - they seem to have a sweet spirit about them- so I am going to follow them through the process. I don't know if it will lead to home care or a nursing home - I am so sad about it . She needs way more than I can provide. I hate Alzheimer's disease - please tell me the purpose of this disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hurting financially. There is no money for Christmas. Heck we barely make it now. This is getting to me more than I thought. Truth be known we are hanging on by our fingernails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori's car is not working - we thought we had another car - but that didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other arrows and darts have been thrown our way - and I have passed my breaking point. I had a breakdown at work - how unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4206442862208001674?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4206442862208001674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4206442862208001674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4206442862208001674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4206442862208001674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-to-write-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7486805075976064951</id><published>2011-12-13T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:11:18.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray Tori can have her car issues solved! She is sad and discouarged - with a dash of attitude thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she has had other things happen that seem to be getting to her. She is such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori - I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7486805075976064951?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7486805075976064951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7486805075976064951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7486805075976064951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7486805075976064951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/okay-friends-pray-tori-can-have-her-car.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5537122827784481712</id><published>2011-12-13T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:09:34.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy does it get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lately, life's arrows have been thrown are way in a speed that would make the best marksman stand amazed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three car wrecks in August has resulted in me finding car insurance for all of us. Good grief. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A signifcant loss of income has hit us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom is getting worse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor Tori has had car problems from every where - I hate that I can't help her right now - my heart aches for her. I feel like I have failed her somehow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money for groeceries and bills would be nice. ha ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ex Husband &amp;amp; child support - I will not bash - but I will let you fill in the blanks. Hmmph.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church - we are still in church limbo I hate it. I need to settle. To serve. To have a Sunday School Class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bible - I am reading more - and boy can I tell if i don't. I have so far to go - but feel a little more at peace than I used to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgiveness - I need to forgive. I need to ask for forgiveness from people. There are those around me who need to forgive - I don't think they will see happiness if the don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blessing..this may sound silly. If you have AT&amp;amp;T - invest in Road Side Assistance. It is awesome. $2.99 a month. We utilized it on poor Tori's car - it is money well spent. Thank you AT &amp;amp; T!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please pray for a financial miracle for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5537122827784481712?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5537122827784481712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5537122827784481712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5537122827784481712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5537122827784481712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8419306881329606939</id><published>2011-12-01T12:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:12:40.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unique-baby-gear-ideas.com/images/babyfootprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.unique-baby-gear-ideas.com/images/babyfootprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Memory of Joshua and in honor of his wonderful mom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8419306881329606939?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8419306881329606939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8419306881329606939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8419306881329606939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8419306881329606939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-memory-of-joshua-and-in-honor-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3930338801717329414</id><published>2011-12-01T12:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:09:25.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my Baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 19 and I am so proud of you and all that you already accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3930338801717329414?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3930338801717329414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3930338801717329414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3930338801717329414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3930338801717329414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-my-baby-girl-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3779440035747977103</id><published>2011-12-01T10:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:24:22.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have said it before will say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3779440035747977103?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3779440035747977103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3779440035747977103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3779440035747977103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3779440035747977103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-said-it-before-will-say-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7573460196124555347</id><published>2011-12-01T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:23:55.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pity party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forgive me but just allow me to vent via this blog for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have so much to be thankful for. But I am so tired of worrying about groceries, gas, car issues and such. We are so struggling. I know we are not alone in this boat - but goodness it sure feels like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has kept us busy......read what happened last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been up all night with mom. She went to bed about 9:00 - I went to bed around 10:00 - she woke up at 12:40. So I did get a couple of hours of sleep.But she never went back to sleep until it was time to get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she woke up so confused - it was unreal. She started pounding on walls, screaming "nurse, nurse" - the tv was on - she started knocking on it thinking it was a window- yelling "help help". I tried calming her down - she sat down for a minute - took her shoes off - I thought she was going back to bed - but oh how wrong - she came over and started hitting/beating me in the head with her little Reebok Tennis Shoe. Unreal! It is hard to fight her off because I don't want to hurt her. She stopped - but then she took the glass of water that I keep by the bedside for her - and poured it on my head. All doors and windows were locked - but I tried keeping her in one room to isolate any damage to the house.She finally went to sleep at 4:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blasted tired, discouraged and sad. I need some good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7573460196124555347?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7573460196124555347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7573460196124555347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7573460196124555347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7573460196124555347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-pity-party.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-732299947786920806</id><published>2011-11-23T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:24:41.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words to Live by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few scriptures I have read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 16:33 - In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:19 My God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus. (notice he says NEEDS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 72:12 He will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 132.15 I will abundantly bless her provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deut 31:8 The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-732299947786920806?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/732299947786920806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=732299947786920806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/732299947786920806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/732299947786920806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/words-to-live-by.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5514349930637257440</id><published>2011-11-23T12:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:18:58.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is an awesome, wonderful, mighty God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5514349930637257440?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5514349930637257440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5514349930637257440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5514349930637257440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5514349930637257440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3506626965938922480</id><published>2011-11-23T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:18:35.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful for glimpses into my mom's childhood and teen years - explains so much about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful for friends who love you no matter what and because they want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful for a messy 13 year old boy who despite his allergy to soap and water - loves his mom and will leave me notes to say I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a soon to be 19 year old who knows the value of hard work and a good work ethic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the husband who lays out my towel in the mornings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the ringing phones at work - means I have a job. (though boy do I fuss at times!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my washing machine. Thinking this morning - how lovely the water sounds when it is filling the tub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for Dollar Tree -where you can buy foil pans, paper plates, misc stuff without breaking the bank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3506626965938922480?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3506626965938922480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3506626965938922480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3506626965938922480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3506626965938922480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1863579739418252186</id><published>2011-11-17T11:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:06:55.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay - one story is too funny not to tell...last Saturday I take mom to get her hair done. Beauty shop/salon - going to for years - went to school with most of them and if I didn't - their kids and mine do.... sooooooooooooo, we walk in ...and real loud.....mom says "I have to poop!" okay....I get her quiet - take her to the ONE little bathroom they have by the sinks.....she comes out....and says real loud "Becky it won't flush -it is stopped up. You have to fix it." I am about to die I just want to crawl underneath the couch that has been there for about 40 years. I thought to myself - my life has reached a new turning point. Unstopping public commodes. And I said it last week, surely God will say "Becky this jewel for your crown is for that one time in the beauty salon...." It may be the only jewel I receive. ha ha ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1863579739418252186?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1863579739418252186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1863579739418252186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1863579739418252186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1863579739418252186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-one-story-is-too-funny-not-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6440667510681729160</id><published>2011-11-09T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:01:51.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't go breaking her heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is hurting...she and her fellow are not together. Though I am sure she does not see it right now - it is a good thing. They were not right for each other at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6440667510681729160?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6440667510681729160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6440667510681729160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6440667510681729160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6440667510681729160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-go-breaking-her-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3140780660648878637</id><published>2011-11-09T13:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:59:29.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church Limbo.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in church limbo. I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3140780660648878637?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3140780660648878637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3140780660648878637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3140780660648878637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3140780660648878637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/church-limbo.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7296032447545244983</id><published>2011-11-09T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:58:51.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I face some changes in my life. I am so hurting and worried. Wondering where God is in all of this. Wondering if He sees me, hears me, or even if He loves me. It seems we are being hit from all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to avoid a pity party - for the first time in years - I am genuinely worried about Christmas. I know presents aren't important - but I so enjoy giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7296032447545244983?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7296032447545244983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7296032447545244983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7296032447545244983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7296032447545244983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/change.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-576120787743633129</id><published>2011-11-07T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:50:18.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOOTLOOSE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I had one of those rare Saturday afternoons where we went to a movie - we saw Footloose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-576120787743633129?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/576120787743633129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=576120787743633129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/576120787743633129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/576120787743633129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/footloose.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2882264727608762281</id><published>2011-11-07T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:37:17.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letting her wander.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - it drives me insane - but all doors are locked, all windows are locked....mom wanders at night if she doesn't sleep - she can't hurt herself. I have snacks ready for her in the kitchen, pillow and blankets for the couch and the TV on low - but no bright lights - so she can just rest there if needed. I hear every movement, every sound, I can't relax when she is up and moving. But I have learned if I try to get her to lay back down - she gets mad - so I am working around this night time thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really it is so hard for me to relax. You want to know how I know how many times she gets up in the middle of the night? Washcloths. Everytime she gets up she washes her face with a fresh washcloth - last night - five washcloths....when I got up this morning - she was sleeping on the couch - fully dressed with purse in her lap. I will take a picture.......sound asleep - straight up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2882264727608762281?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2882264727608762281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2882264727608762281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2882264727608762281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2882264727608762281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/letting-her-wander.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1422506996121310198</id><published>2011-11-07T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:33:30.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was kidnapped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend mom was worried I had been kidnapped by a cult....took us forever to get her calmed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1422506996121310198?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1422506996121310198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1422506996121310198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1422506996121310198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1422506996121310198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-kidnapped.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4974836183090227776</id><published>2011-11-03T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:25:03.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terrible Lunch....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night - I cooked hamburgers on the grill -man they were good. Also made scalloped potatoes, baked beans and peach cobbler. I cooked enough - so everyone would have it in their lunch today. Everything was so good. Everyone loved it last night -mom ate every bit of hers. I took her home this morning - and placed a plate for her lunch in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called her - I said "Hi mom, whatcha doing?" She said "Im trying to eat this terrible lunch that girl fixed for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4974836183090227776?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4974836183090227776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4974836183090227776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4974836183090227776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4974836183090227776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/11/terrible-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5429214031984811722</id><published>2011-10-31T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:08:35.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I am very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a horrible horrible weekend. I am tired, sad, and so discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this disease. I hate what it does to the person and the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no good in it. To go through it with Dad and now again with mom - it doesn't seem fair. I so miss my dad - I try to think how he would handle all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's world we have inventions and discoveries that we marvel at. We have people winning awards for discoveries, treatments and cures. Why can't we find someting that is for the mind? The one thing that controls the whole body? People have heart transplants, liver transplants, - they can live with one kidney. But you can't live without your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a blog today - the questions they pose for caregivers are challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine you not knowing what day, what month, what year it is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine you not knowing who the person in front of you cooking your meal is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine you not remembering that all of sisters are gone? Or your husband - and you set the table for him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine you not being able to think of the name for "shoes" or "shirt" or "milk".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am a caregiver...this week I am one with a resentful attitude. I love my mother. But I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can you help a caregiver?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you prepare a meal?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you sit with the patient so the caregiver can go to a movie or to dinner? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you take the patient out to eat or for a drive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you pray? Do you pray?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I am not asking for anyone to do these things for us - but look around you - caregivers and patients of all ages and problems are around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a caregiver I must learn to be patient, forgive myself when I am not or when I make a mistake-and boy do I make them. I need to treat mom as I want to be treated - with respect, love and gentleness. To baby her when needed, to be firm when necessary. Sleep when she sleeps (it is exactly like having a toddler - never wake up an Alzheimer patient - she slept 10 hours last night - I couldn't sleep worrying about her waking up). I need for her to excercise - walk more - she seems to do better if we walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5429214031984811722?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5429214031984811722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5429214031984811722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5429214031984811722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5429214031984811722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-am-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3930587495297778537</id><published>2011-10-27T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:00:24.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.........................NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got up at 1:00 ready to get up - I told her "Mom it is 1:00 - go back to bed." she said..."No Becky it is 3:00 in the morning..." I said, 1:00 or 3:00 go back to bed" - she huffed. She was up and down all night and felt the need to share her being awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3930587495297778537?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3930587495297778537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3930587495297778537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3930587495297778537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3930587495297778537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8710124975277326978</id><published>2011-10-14T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:40:29.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I am tired and sad. Mom had a rough night last night. I don't even have the words to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after I think about it - I will find the humor in some of it - but right now I am struggling with guilt, anger, exhaustion, feelings of failure and no telling what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hate hate Alzheimer's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8710124975277326978?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8710124975277326978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8710124975277326978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8710124975277326978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8710124975277326978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-am-tired-and-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4055569709851036644</id><published>2011-10-13T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:27:19.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom and the nasty house......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work - I go to mom's - praying she is in a good state of mind and that she doesn't want to come to my house and that I don't have to make her come to my house. (Is that selfish or what? I was so tired from the night before - she was up all night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - YEAH! She was in pretty good shape. She doesn't want to leave - I decided she will be fine. But she ruined the moment.....&lt;br /&gt;"Becky, I stayed at a house last night - it was the nastiest house I have ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and it is not nasty!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4055569709851036644?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4055569709851036644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4055569709851036644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4055569709851036644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4055569709851036644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/mom-and-nasty-house.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1228707402640744526</id><published>2011-10-12T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:23:28.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired today. Mom was literally up all night every hour on the hour. I think she has her days and nights mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally hate this disease. I was thinking last night - her memory was really bad - it must feel like hell on earth to be trapped inside your mind. There are somethings she remembers so clearly - but there are times she can't remember five minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first picked her up - she was very mean mom!&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later - still mean&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later - pitiful mom&lt;br /&gt;4 hours later - sleepy mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the hours...WIDE AWAKE MOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1228707402640744526?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1228707402640744526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1228707402640744526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1228707402640744526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1228707402640744526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4531368564765613915</id><published>2011-10-12T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:18:47.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More like mom........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I am more like my mom than I want to think......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was putting together in the crock pot beef stew for tonights dinner - I brown my meat before hand with a little oil and flour - makes it a tad thicker. Mom spent the night (though she didn't sleep - another post!) she was s watching me - she said "You make your stew just like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had me to thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen cabinets/drawers are pretty much arranged like hers. (though now in her Alzheimer state - she rearranged everything last week- and it absolutely messed me up!) Even how my refrigerator is arranged is like hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started keeping paper plates/cups/forks on the cabinet for the kids to use for sandwhiches instead of messing up dishes and such everytime they grab a snack. She has always done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more things that I get from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how we are different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I group canned goods by the food- no mixing peas with the corn, etc. She does not.&lt;br /&gt;I fold towels tighter - she does not&lt;br /&gt;She color codes her clothes - I don't know if this is on purpose - but she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...kind of a weird post...but mind is everywhere today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4531368564765613915?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4531368564765613915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4531368564765613915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4531368564765613915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4531368564765613915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-like-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-641549464847705384</id><published>2011-10-11T10:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:28:33.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom and Deputy Williams.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just a bad day for mom - she called me about 20 times! I was going over to her house right after work to pick her up - I told her that - but I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up some medicine - while in Wal-Mart - I get a call again - it is mom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said (thankfully I was really patient or I thought I was anyway) without her saying a word...."Mom I am at Wal-Mart - I will be there in a few minutes - then we are going to my house to cook pork chops, ok?" Well a male voice came on the other end (I almost passed out)..."Mam, pork chops sound good, but this is Deputy Williams from the Sheriff's office - your mom in trying to make calls today had called 911 about 12 times and we wanted to check on her...she is fine......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him - told him I was on my way to pick her up and take her home with me. He just laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-641549464847705384?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/641549464847705384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=641549464847705384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/641549464847705384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/641549464847705384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday-was-just-bad-day-for-mom-she.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5272200016968400069</id><published>2011-10-11T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:34:24.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praying......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had more good days than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori would listen to advice...I may be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5272200016968400069?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5272200016968400069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5272200016968400069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5272200016968400069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5272200016968400069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/praying.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8723390152123108712</id><published>2011-10-06T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:25:21.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can she read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kylee&lt;/span&gt; (she is a poodle - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; mix - with dashes of other things I'm sure!) is so funny. She brings much laughter to our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does have a few faults....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sheds - and how! Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chews bed covers - poor Sam - his comforter looks like it has been in a closet with a moth or two for months on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chews shoes - don't even think about leaving a shoe out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chews books! And let me tell you - she's selective. She will pull one off the shelf! Or she will pull a magazine from the rack. She has no shame...yesterday it was a magazine -and all this morning - I still kept finding pieces of paper all over the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8723390152123108712?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8723390152123108712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8723390152123108712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8723390152123108712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8723390152123108712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-she-read-our-dog-kylee-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2950835258406750651</id><published>2011-10-05T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:36:07.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Skittle Lady....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I worked the concession stand at Sam's game last night. We don't mind at all - we actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one lady who works - she seems to only sell the candy.....I left with nacho cheese on my shirt, jeans. I cooked cheese sticks - and disinfected cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the Skittle lady...I want to be her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but maybe I am not meant to sell the candy - maybe I am meant to be behind the scenes and away from folks...now that is food for thought!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2950835258406750651?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2950835258406750651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2950835258406750651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2950835258406750651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2950835258406750651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/skittle-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6010668516359721072</id><published>2011-10-05T08:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:33:12.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversations with mom......... ( I have shared with several folks - but I want to remember - too funny - I laugh to keep from crying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation with mom last night...,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky Bring me some tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom I just left your house - brought you groceries and such. Made you a sandwich and fruit. Will bring you Tylenol tomorrow. Take the generic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like generic. You didn't come over. Bring Tylenol on your way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I am home, I am not getting back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Becky if you have a cold - you need to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - Monday - M - O- N- D-A-Y (spelled it out yelling into phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky, that woman who lives with Steve called me wants me to come to dinner. I just don't like her. (Steve is my husband for those who may not know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in therapy one day. ha ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6010668516359721072?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6010668516359721072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6010668516359721072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6010668516359721072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6010668516359721072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversations-with-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1324057203200231920</id><published>2011-10-03T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:37:26.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She maybe forgetful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still remembers my phone number.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still remembers she like Hostess Chocolate Donettes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still remembers she likes Coffemate creamer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sill remembers she likes Ponds cold cream......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1324057203200231920?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1324057203200231920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1324057203200231920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1324057203200231920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1324057203200231920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-maybe-forgetful.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7321130858237422550</id><published>2011-10-03T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:00:30.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Handling pressure.....handling stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I readily admit I am not good at it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is happening of late...mom, Tori's wreck, finances, job stress, every day life...but it just seems we have had so much hit us that it is hard to handle. Hard not to be discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with feeling guilty -because we have so much to be thankful for....I recently learned from a friend that a mutual friend of ours has a hard time balancing life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is not just me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7321130858237422550?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7321130858237422550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7321130858237422550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7321130858237422550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7321130858237422550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/10/handling-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6340509799874013039</id><published>2011-09-30T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:16:20.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;UGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cleaned carpets last night. Yuck! We are not dirty/nasty folks - where does the dirt come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6340509799874013039?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6340509799874013039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6340509799874013039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6340509799874013039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6340509799874013039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/ugh-i-cleaned-carpets-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2659709165320047331</id><published>2011-09-29T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:32:40.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Becky, who is your favorite football player of all times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM MILLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO CARDINALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657804672286157410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvG3b1eWyNc/ToSPX4QpamI/AAAAAAAAAME/1dJKrOB46s4/s320/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2659709165320047331?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2659709165320047331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2659709165320047331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2659709165320047331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2659709165320047331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/becky-who-is-your-favorite-football.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvG3b1eWyNc/ToSPX4QpamI/AAAAAAAAAME/1dJKrOB46s4/s72-c/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7002847782786040962</id><published>2011-09-29T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:30:06.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeym27pieRI/ToSOy6GrjMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8GIq2xCA8-Y/s1600/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657804037126065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeym27pieRI/ToSOy6GrjMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8GIq2xCA8-Y/s320/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little lady takes up about 80% of our time lately. She's a mess! She is eating Mexican in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7002847782786040962?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7002847782786040962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7002847782786040962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7002847782786040962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7002847782786040962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-little-lady-takes-up-about-80-of.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeym27pieRI/ToSOy6GrjMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8GIq2xCA8-Y/s72-c/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6800212866082150752</id><published>2011-09-29T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:26:42.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tori had an accident last Friday night - I received the call - 11:42 PM Sept 23. The worst call you could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully she is okay. Her car totaled - she went underneath a pick up truck. Shudder! Air bags deployed - not so much as a scratch on her. She is less than 5 ft tall - a total miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pic of her car. We are blessed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657803192326742866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2y60jaKHTuU/ToSOBu-041I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dHpG9p4OiG8/s320/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6800212866082150752?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6800212866082150752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6800212866082150752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6800212866082150752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6800212866082150752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/tori-had-accident-last-friday-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2y60jaKHTuU/ToSOBu-041I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dHpG9p4OiG8/s72-c/IPHONE%2BPHOTOS%2B-%2BSept%2B2011%2B00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6988911679910226522</id><published>2011-09-07T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:28:07.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;#60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night Sam played the entire game - two positions. Nose Guard and Center - he was never off the field - he was worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They lost 38-40 - it was a long hard game. But he did so good. He was already analyzing what he could have done differently and better. He wants to please his coaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was exhausted....he passed out when he got home. Did his homework this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am very proud of #60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6988911679910226522?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6988911679910226522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6988911679910226522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6988911679910226522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6988911679910226522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/60-last-night-sam-played-entire-game.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7250526740669205790</id><published>2011-09-06T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:14:12.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool Weather.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature this week is in the 70's. Last week we were near triple digits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels wonderful outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7250526740669205790?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7250526740669205790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7250526740669205790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7250526740669205790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7250526740669205790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/cool-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6102276516500176560</id><published>2011-09-05T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:15:05.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Kenmore, Mom, and a Flat Tire!&lt;br /&gt;and every day life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been without a washer for well over a month .... trust me when I say ... I will never ever take a washing machine for granted. It is a necessity not a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money as usual has been tight - finally saved up some money to buy a "cheap" new one or a good used one....we headed out on Saturday - each stop we made was a closed door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new 'sister' / best friend Carla - called me - and told me about one close to her house- we sped out there and there it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Now, we only gave $50 for it. Praise the Lord! Steve hooked it up and it works! I love the sound of a washing machine - the spin cycle, the rinse cycle....choosing cold water, warm water, all of it. I am so proud of it. Now I must confess there was a man looking at it - I was in a panic - I could not let him have this machine. He went to his car or something...I ran in there (this is like a consignment store) and claimed it. Whew. I was ready to dive and tackle I tell you! There was a teenage boy there who helped Steve load it up in truck - he wanted us to buy him a Mountain Dew and gum...so we did. God put this machine there. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been more "loopy" and confused mom - and I have decided I rather deal with mean mom any day of the week...the other is just too darn sad. Yesterday she was over here with us ...and she couldn't place me...she knows me...but doesn't know I am her daughter. Sad. She did manage to eat a good meal and a lot of dessert (woman loves sweets) we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; - and took her home. Some funny moments....how can I put this delicately? Gas....she talked about and demonstrated how bad she had gas....she got so tickled at herself. She would laugh so hard. Too funny. Last weekend I rolled her hair - we had a fun time together - I dried it and would take the dryer and blow all over her....and she would just laugh laugh. All this time I have been without a washer - I have been washing clothes over her house - she hates folks using her washer - so I would just leave my laundry there - and she ended up washing clothes for me - which was nice for me and good for her I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later yesterday I figured out why God sent us the $50 washing machine - because I had a flat tire (I am in desperate need of tires - they are terrible!) - while at Walmart - I just asked if they could patch it...they could not...there were not one...not two..not three but four nails in the blasted tire and they said it was split. Of course! So....$92 dollars later I had one new tire (tire cost was $75 - but tax and fees - took it to $92 - I am not understanding the fees) You will probably see collection cans at local gas stations to make up for the shortfall..ha ha ha ha. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just kidding - God provided and protected - because I could have had a blow out while driving and such. &lt;/span&gt;My goal -is to try to buy one every two weeks or so. By the time I finish buying them it will be time to rotate. ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every day life observations......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And has anyone noticed the price of hotdogs and bacon? Really is there a shortage of pig? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We visited our old church yesterday - it was nice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tang and Manwich...Sam is into both.. What a combination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tori's heart is hurting ....I hate that someone is hurting her...but she will be stronger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dust...where does it come from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a new mop. Two mops actually. A wet mop and a dust mop. I am up town!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve is delivering our book route today. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tori is enjoying college. I am so proud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam is doing well in football. I am so proud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is literally 30 degrees cooler than last week - I have our windows open. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6102276516500176560?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6102276516500176560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6102276516500176560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6102276516500176560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6102276516500176560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/09/kenmore-mom-and-flat-tire-and-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2485300894822934046</id><published>2011-08-25T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:50:50.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today it is hard for me to be positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for having the feelings I have when so many others are sick, homeless, alone - I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide what God is teaching me...what am I supposed to be doing?  I think I am failing miserably at all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am discouraged.  And oh so sad.&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/33911641-2485300894822934046?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2485300894822934046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2485300894822934046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2485300894822934046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2485300894822934046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-it-is-hard-for-me-to-be-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2267245506391403077</id><published>2011-08-25T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:28:01.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;KRAZY KITCHEN KAOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I played with the spelling...had to make it fit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night was nuts in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all - I had a little fender bender. And I am still not 100% convinced it was my fault. Hmmmmmm. I had a rough day at work - I wish I had the words to adequately describe and explain how many times my phone rings - it is unreal. Top it off with emails and live chats - it gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Backy to Krazy Kitchen Kaos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone had something to say last night - and I mean everyone! Mom was with us - she was like a toddler....I kept tripping on her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sam decided his arm was fractured - though he was moving it, swinging it, etc.....he needed some TLC and some tylenol and a cool cloth. Plus he has a horrendous cold - which kept him home today - he feels terrible. Naturally he was STARVING last night too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tori was working on school stuff - looking up things - so every few minutes - she was calling me to the computer and had something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ignored three phone calls from friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Steve was stressed from work - and he was STARVING. He wants an IPHONE 4 - and he can can upgrade - so he is talking abou that - but that is something we can't spend the money on right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The dog was under my feet at every turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had BBQ chicken, peas, fried potatoes and peach cobbler - and boy did everyone eat. Except me - I was too wiped to eat. And I felt so nervous and exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt guilty - it is like I couldn't handle all that needed to be handled - I am in need of a vacation or some time away. I am burned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2267245506391403077?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2267245506391403077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2267245506391403077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2267245506391403077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2267245506391403077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/krazy-kitchen-kaos-okay-i-played-with.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2051497842182712676</id><published>2011-08-24T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:03:42.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sam played in his very first game last night - he is on defense - and did really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was so excited and so very proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love you Sam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2051497842182712676?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2051497842182712676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2051497842182712676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2051497842182712676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2051497842182712676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/60-sam-played-in-his-very-first-game.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-956791192216733704</id><published>2011-08-23T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:49:29.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And Diane thought she was in accounting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Diane is now a nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a phone nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a pretend phone nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening mom was giving me fits - I had already talked to my friend Diane about "pretending" to be a nurse and call mom. Well.....she had to put her acting skills to the test last night...she was met with rave reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to my moms yesterday - she is in a mood...a tizzy. She won't eat - won't take her med. So I send Diane a text - go ahead and call her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nurse Diane" calls mom - reminds her to eat and take her medicine. Mom says....“Who are you again?” “I’ll take it before I go to bed.” “I’ve been eating all day.” “Hufffffff, okay I’ll eat and take it.” But the second she gets off the phone - she said "I have to take my medicine - give me my plate - I have to eat...." Diane was dying with laughter after she got off the phone - of course I couldn't laugh until I left. I am learning a few tricks along the way to deal with mom - each day is an adventure. If I don't laugh - I would cry all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the sign of true friendship? I am sure there are many. Well, one of them is your friend pretending to be a nurse so your 81 year old mother will take her medicine and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-956791192216733704?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/956791192216733704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=956791192216733704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/956791192216733704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/956791192216733704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-diane-thought-she-was-in-accounting.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2894719457221409156</id><published>2011-08-23T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:43:28.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Observations.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#60 - That is Sam's number in football - tonight he starts. He is so excited. The only bad thing - he has a cold and was feeling washed out this morning. I can't wait until tonight. He should play next week too. I am so proud of him - he is a good sportsman - kind to others. But still competitive. I am so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 29 - Tori's first day as a college freshman. Wow. I am so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2010 - The last time I received a child support payment on time - I have received money since- but not much. Very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alzheimer's - Still hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Pencils - Sam goes through 2 a day - at the end of the day - they are little nubs of about 2 inches and in his jeans pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk - Mom herself drinks about 2 gallons a week - we drink 2 1/2 gallons. Glad to know we support our local dairy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Dressing - This is what I say to Steve....."pardon me - would you like some lettuce with your dressing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Strips - and I kid you not - Sam ate 10 of them last night - plus 4 pieces of Texas Toast and two helpings of corn. Talk about growing boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony tail holders ---they multiply - I find them in every room of the house. That's my Tori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundraisers - They are coming - they are not my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - Thinks I am her nurse...and that is sure is nice of Steve and his wife to allow me to stay with them. Too funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankets - Mom slept with 5 of them last night - and I thought I was cold natured. Whew. When I went to her house last night - she had her heat on - it was 95 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15 - mom has a huge yard - but that is all she pays her yard guy - and he takes it. They are like Driving Ms. Daisy. I kid you not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise - sure would like one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend - DC - I have a neat and funny story to share later. Blessed to know her. She is a sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend - CL - she is out of town this week - we stay in touch by email - but I miss her! She is a sister to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and coworker - SB in Florida - she inspires me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These awesome ladies keep me in check - help me through so much - what a blessing&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/33911641-2894719457221409156?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2894719457221409156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2894719457221409156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2894719457221409156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2894719457221409156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/observations.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6912988095053242343</id><published>2011-08-22T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:10:07.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SLICK MARTHA HORN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom had a rough rough week last week. It was discouraging and very frustrating for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then I found out something.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some reason - when she leaves her house - I am no longer her daughter - I am her nurse..so this weekend she spent the night at our house...I was giving her medicine and she whispered...."You know there are two little pills that I am supposed to take every day...well I haven't been taking them - I hide them...but don't tell the other Becky." I didn't say a word.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those little pills she hides - calm her and such. I found her stash....and I had one friend call her and pretend she was a nurse to let her know she should take these pills..and another (DC) said she will do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those pills are nothing short of a miracle...she still has rough moments - but nothing like last week. She will rest, she will eat and stays relatively calm. Whew. Now I know why we had such a bad week. She didn't take them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is slick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am laughing!&lt;/div&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/33911641-6912988095053242343?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6912988095053242343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6912988095053242343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6912988095053242343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6912988095053242343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/slick-martha-horn-mom-had-rough-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-652201168234945582</id><published>2011-08-19T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:21:24.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWufynifON4/S-qroGxVKYI/AAAAAAAAANU/P4sQxPC8JAk/s1600/alzheimer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWufynifON4/S-qroGxVKYI/AAAAAAAAANU/P4sQxPC8JAk/s1600/alzheimer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I HATE HATE HATE THIS DISEASE AND ALL THAT IT DESTROYS!&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/33911641-652201168234945582?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWufynifON4/S-qroGxVKYI/' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/652201168234945582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=652201168234945582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/652201168234945582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/652201168234945582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-hate-hate-this-disease-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWufynifON4/S-qroGxVKYI/AAAAAAAAANU/P4sQxPC8JAk/s72-c/alzheimer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2704936178890039674</id><published>2011-08-19T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:16:58.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the week started out okay. Pretty good actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it went downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a rough rough week. I am so tired, so sad, so discouraged. A decision will have to be made soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve had a bad accident - thankfully he was not hurt - no one was hurt. But it really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washing machine is still out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four cold sores ...ugh...I know they came up because of stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need that financial miracle. The basics seem unattainable at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I tell myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry? Not to stress? Not to be sad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control - He loves me. All this is happening for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my letter of pity - I write it so I can look back later and see how God provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a prayer. Please please God help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2704936178890039674?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2704936178890039674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2704936178890039674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2704936178890039674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2704936178890039674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-me-okay-week-started-out-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6112867234060733445</id><published>2011-08-16T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:04:43.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2254273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2254273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to that person on the other end of the phone, or behind the counter, or the one serving your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He or she is barely making over minimum wage, has a family and is probably stressed with 5000 phone calls.&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/33911641-6112867234060733445?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6112867234060733445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6112867234060733445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6112867234060733445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6112867234060733445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/be-kind-to-that-person-on-other-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-804924180578498852</id><published>2011-08-15T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:11:00.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41eKoQORnFL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41eKoQORnFL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copied the above image....go ahead and cheat and read a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But go see this movie .... more importantly...READ the book. You know a book? Actual paper - where you flip pages..mark your spot when you stop by a bookmark or folding a corner back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome Movie...Awesome Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve took me to see this movie and gave me the book for my birthday this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-804924180578498852?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/804924180578498852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=804924180578498852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/804924180578498852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/804924180578498852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/copied-above-image.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8960823319933336740</id><published>2011-08-15T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:35:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME, KEYS,PIZZA, MOM, AND A DUMPSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it - life is an adventure. Especially mine of late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took mom with me to deliver books - she helps count books along the way - good for her. Good for me...I don't have to worry about what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what time we start, no matter what time she last ate...she always wants to eat before we start. So, I go to Little Caesar's pizza....she enjoys it - quite impressed the pizza is only $5. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy the pizza sitting in the car - we head to pick up our books. I plan to throw away our trash - so I gather all of it up - pizza box, napkins, drink bottles, etc.... and toss it in - and then I hear the clink - I threw my keys in the dumpster. Great - germ phobic me knows what has to be done. I get a chair from the warehouse (where books are located) - and also grab a broom. I use the broom to poke around inside the dumpster - didn't want any critters. Fortunately - this isn't a food dumpster - most of it is paper and cardboard. (I am so thankful I don't have to worry about foreign DNA! ugh!) I climb into the dumpster - find my keys..I look up - mom is standing right beside the dumpster holding her little brown purse. She is worried I won't be able to get out! There really is no elegant lady like way to climb out of a dumpster or into one for that matter. Just as I have thrown my second leg over the top - another driver for another magazine pulls up - laughing - he said he wished he had a camera. I just burst out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still go into bathroom and wash up the best I could. And I had hand sanitizer in the car...well yesterday...it was leg sanitizer, arm sanitizer...body sanitizer!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8960823319933336740?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8960823319933336740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8960823319933336740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8960823319933336740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8960823319933336740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-keyspizza-mom-and-dumpster-lets-face.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3677974359936432454</id><published>2011-08-11T10:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:06:46.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why Prozac Was Invented......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The below post about the washing machine is one reason why it was invented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tori has had car issues all week - she has my mother's little truck. I ask her this morning...."Tori do you have gas? Are you good?" She's good she says - all total - she has put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;$30 in the tank. I get to work - typing away - and my phone rings...she is out of gas on the highway..I have to borrow a gas can from the warehouse here and go rescue her. She is ever so patient sitting there. Without her emergency flashers on the highway! Her logic - she didn't want every truck driver or man stopping to help her. In some way she made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her scholarship/school money was limbo - we were sweating it. Between us we had to scrape (literally) half the balance. I was a faxing fool...but last night - she got the call - just pay the half and the scholarship should be in. She will get her $ back. Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bless her heart...money is so tight...she sold some old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; of mine that I had given her...neither of us are jewelry folks so she could have the money - it didn't bother me - I am not the senitmental type when it comes to jewelry - but leave my books alone- but she got a good bit..so that was a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to my washing machine saga..it went out mid load - so for almost two days water and clothes were in there....I had to threaten death and divorce to get my hubby to drain - which he said took him all of 10 minutes. (Good thing I called last night to let him know I was on my way home - because I had to squeeze out the laundry -but left the water...so it was obvious that he just finished draining before I walked in the door.) And he did the dishes. The whole house knew what happened with mom and the washing machine -so I probably could have gotten anything done last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be in prayer...we need a washing machine - and still really do need a financial miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3677974359936432454?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3677974359936432454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3677974359936432454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3677974359936432454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3677974359936432454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-prozac-was-invented.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6918662325654081517</id><published>2011-08-11T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:38:39.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Mom, Tide, and the Washing Machine......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My washing machine has gone out. Caput. No money to buy one. I am praying one falls from Heaven...sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night - I take my happy self to moms to wash clothes. Now even before Alzheimer's my mom has had this thing about her washing machine - she doesn't like people using it...and I mean no one using it. Could be Mr. Kenmore himself - and she wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had no choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take laundry to wash - she pitches a fit. Told her tough - we are just gonna have to deal with it. I forgot detergent - she doesn't have any or she had hidden it somewhere - so I need to go buy some...while I am gone - she puts all my laundry on the patio. I come back - take it back in - and start load #1. I stretch out on the couch - plan on listening to a Focus on Family Podcast (I so need it - because I am so in the flesh and grouchy -mouthy - I don't care if she does have Alzheimer's-I am about to lose it at this point)..she calls my name....."Becky, your laundry is done." Hmmmm..Already? She had stopped the machine - and pulled all the laundry out - dripping wet. ARRRRGGGGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooo at this point I am mad....I grab the laundry - put it back in the macine - take a chair in the utility room and park myself right by the machine - this is where I sat for about an hour. Now that will bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left - both of us aggravated and mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can laugh......last night I was furious. She probably doesn't even remember it today.&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/33911641-6918662325654081517?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6918662325654081517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6918662325654081517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6918662325654081517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6918662325654081517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-mom-tide-and-washing-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1009380271823497499</id><published>2011-08-09T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:07:23.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another observation from my drive around Memphis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe "Cross Your Heart" is too subtle...maybe they should call it - "Just put it all in girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1009380271823497499?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1009380271823497499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1009380271823497499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1009380271823497499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1009380271823497499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-observation-from-my-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5387510524472845581</id><published>2011-08-09T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:22:49.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far so good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three of school and I have survived packing Sam's lunch and getting him up. And he is hard to wake up! Football has been hard - he goes from loving it to hating it. It is safe to say he won't have a career in football.. ha ha. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade - that is unreal to me....hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been different not having Tori head off to school...oh, I know she will start college soon and will still be at home - it is in my mind how she has grown so quickly. I just want to hold her for another day. She has been home in the evenings more the past few nights - and I like it. I like hearing doors and drawers shut a dozen times, like seeing her light on in her room and just knowing she is home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a rough Sunday but a good Monday. She gets lonely - the loneliness turns to sadness - that is a major battle each day for her and for me.&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/33911641-5387510524472845581?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5387510524472845581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5387510524472845581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5387510524472845581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5387510524472845581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-far-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5973493904686776846</id><published>2011-08-08T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:49:12.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be overwhelmed with life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be sad as Alzheimer's traps moms mind......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not be exhausted....working 6-7 days a week is taking a toll....I don't know how much longer I can hold out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be discouarged...no child support in what seems forever....back to school shopping was hard this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate moments of clarity and brief memory from mom.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To apprecaite our jobs and our home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have healthy, happy, kids......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate and be in awe of The Cross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I appreciate and cherish these things and so many more daily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5973493904686776846?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5973493904686776846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5973493904686776846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5973493904686776846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5973493904686776846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4904179528749238844</id><published>2011-08-08T10:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:28:37.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Observation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are folks always so grumpy and ill on Monday? &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/33911641-4904179528749238844?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4904179528749238844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4904179528749238844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4904179528749238844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4904179528749238844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/observation-why-are-folks-always-so.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5867199395613388798</id><published>2011-08-03T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:27:30.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Move over Betty Crocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is in the house! She made a casserole and brownies yesterday. And she swept, mopped and dusted! And did laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5867199395613388798?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5867199395613388798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5867199395613388798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5867199395613388798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5867199395613388798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/mover-over-betty-crocker.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2108872859239517262</id><published>2011-08-03T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:20:40.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is that....sniff...smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into Sam's room this morning - to wake him up for this first day of school - technically registration - and there is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; smell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his shoes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2108872859239517262?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2108872859239517262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2108872859239517262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2108872859239517262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2108872859239517262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-11019211237069188</id><published>2011-08-02T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:32:38.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONE WAY TO GET YOUR SON BACK ON THE RIGHT SLEEPING TRACK.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have him practice football in full pads in August in Tennessee. (I really think they should do morning workouts-seems to be it would be safer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sam's sleep pattern has been all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; out all summer - staying up real late - sleeping late - which in all honesty, I don't mind because I know where he is at all times. He is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; around the neighborhood when I am not there. And then when I am home - I know where he is at. Works out nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School starts tomorrow - I was worried about how he would adjust.....well football took care of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pray for safety for him and all football players......it is hard on them...it is hot hot hot hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-11019211237069188?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/11019211237069188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=11019211237069188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/11019211237069188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/11019211237069188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-way-to-get-your-son-back-on-right.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-7478868705266589072</id><published>2011-08-02T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:28:45.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ARE ACTUALLY WEARING THAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive all over Memphis once a week - and you should see what I see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am some beauty queen - but really - do these folks not look in the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to modesty? Decent covering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say...excuse mam...you may want to tuck and hide... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-7478868705266589072?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/7478868705266589072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=7478868705266589072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7478868705266589072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/7478868705266589072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-actually-wearing-that-i-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4387717356559810413</id><published>2011-08-01T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:56:32.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Better late than never....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures from prom, graduation and Sam's Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4387717356559810413?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4387717356559810413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4387717356559810413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4387717356559810413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4387717356559810413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-late-than-never.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8814166540230677873</id><published>2011-08-01T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:55:41.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjVfo2xyJt0/TjbaSh2IxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/4-4hbikEeJY/s1600/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635931995558692146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjVfo2xyJt0/TjbaSh2IxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/4-4hbikEeJY/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam's 13th Bday party - this group of boys can eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZi48t1kURU/TjbaSTQRj3I/AAAAAAAAALk/SJn0QlJ0Nek/s1600/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635931991641788274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZi48t1kURU/TjbaSTQRj3I/AAAAAAAAALk/SJn0QlJ0Nek/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve's youngest- Davin graduating - He is so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wEFaZnxFTE/TjbaR-CTdrI/AAAAAAAAALc/05gFkjeC27A/s1600/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635931985946048178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wEFaZnxFTE/TjbaR-CTdrI/AAAAAAAAALc/05gFkjeC27A/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah Davin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33911641-8814166540230677873?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8814166540230677873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8814166540230677873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8814166540230677873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8814166540230677873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/sams-13th-bday-party-this-group-of-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjVfo2xyJt0/TjbaSh2IxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/4-4hbikEeJY/s72-c/DSCN0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4139979256988698378</id><published>2011-08-01T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:48:04.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23HB4uNhJvE/TjbX0cvgq6I/AAAAAAAAALU/DsPd8GOsiw8/s1600/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929279769389986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23HB4uNhJvE/TjbX0cvgq6I/AAAAAAAAALU/DsPd8GOsiw8/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tori and Sam after Tori's Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9invFRgrk8/TjbXz3Sfk4I/AAAAAAAAALM/cbaNSzeEalg/s1600/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929269715571586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9invFRgrk8/TjbXz3Sfk4I/AAAAAAAAALM/cbaNSzeEalg/s320/DSCN0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your's truly and the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdpwVIz513o/TjbXzVRYS4I/AAAAAAAAALE/UJkZ-n5xNdQ/s1600/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929260584094594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdpwVIz513o/TjbXzVRYS4I/AAAAAAAAALE/UJkZ-n5xNdQ/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Graduation - aren't they great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VC9rcnrptQ/TjbXy7TwNFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XW3AaNTAVRE/s1600/DSCN0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929253614728274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VC9rcnrptQ/TjbXy7TwNFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XW3AaNTAVRE/s320/DSCN0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori - I'm so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iYYGi3mANk/TjbXyg7yyGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KwgE17ep2zA/s1600/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635929246534912098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iYYGi3mANk/TjbXyg7yyGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KwgE17ep2zA/s320/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33911641-4139979256988698378?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4139979256988698378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4139979256988698378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4139979256988698378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4139979256988698378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/tori-and-sam-after-toris-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23HB4uNhJvE/TjbX0cvgq6I/AAAAAAAAALU/DsPd8GOsiw8/s72-c/DSCN0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-5512464936402461548</id><published>2011-08-01T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:26:37.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how long I slept from Friday night until Saturday. I have never ever done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the stresses of life took it's toll and my body needed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-5512464936402461548?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/5512464936402461548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=5512464936402461548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5512464936402461548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/5512464936402461548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/08/16-hours-that-is-how-long-i-slept-from.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3083222953539877238</id><published>2011-07-29T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:55:38.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/18/article-1244003-07E5DF17000005DC-570_306x423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/18/article-1244003-07E5DF17000005DC-570_306x423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the wine....this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3083222953539877238?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3083222953539877238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3083222953539877238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3083222953539877238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3083222953539877238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/07/minus-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-4381924084963634800</id><published>2011-07-28T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:07:45.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matthew 11:28 - NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself as I read this verse today...why don't I do this as often as I should?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-4381924084963634800?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/4381924084963634800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=4381924084963634800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4381924084963634800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/4381924084963634800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/07/matthew-1128-nlt-come-to-me-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-1143406744018641163</id><published>2011-07-19T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:38:11.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alzheimer's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have so rough these past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we are going through this a second time - I just don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-1143406744018641163?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/1143406744018641163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=1143406744018641163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1143406744018641163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/1143406744018641163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/07/alzheimers-i-hate-it-things-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2650545142907884071</id><published>2011-07-10T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:21:42.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a good week and weekend.  Yeah!   Tori or I have been over there each night - taking or cooking dinner - and the difference is obvious.   She ate better all week. I took her to the store and Arby's today - she loves Arby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is home - we left Friday night for Nashville - - stayed overnight --picked him up Saturday.  He ran to me and picked me up!  ha.  It is so good to have him home - he hugged on me all day yesterday - and said this morning "I am so glad to see you and be home.  I missed you, I missed home, I missed my bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday after picking up Sam - we did some sight seeing around Nashville - it was fun - we tried to do "free" stuff - it was sooooooooooo hot!  But it was good to get away from the normal every day life of things.  (While we were out of town - a friend visited mom and took her dinner - thanks CL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori, bless her heart, is working a lot.  She needs to buy tires - I wish we could help her - we are still struggling - I need tires myself.   They are so expensive.  I long for the days of $100 set of tires and they last about 100,000 miles - or so it seemed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment - it so hot - I am so grateful for air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray that we see some financial relief...soon.  God continues to provide and I know He will always do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2650545142907884071?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2650545142907884071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2650545142907884071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2650545142907884071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2650545142907884071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/07/lot-to-be-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6372521993652935245</id><published>2011-07-05T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:48:00.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fourth Of July.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a weird one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has gone to Nashville to visit his dad. The Fourth of July is like Christmas to Sam....he loves...loves his fireworks...I hated that he wasn't home. He is so much fun. I did buy him some fireworks to enjoy when he returns. (we are going to get him this weekend -I miss him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori pretty much worked the whole time - she hung out with friends as should an 18 year old girl. But I love her so. I need to plan a mother-daughter day here real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I worked all day Sunday - we missed church - I was so sick with pain in my right side. Because of me being sick - we got such a late start delivering books -but he did most of the work - I am grateful - because I felt that bad! My side is still bothering me. Ugh. I laid on a heating pad most of Sat night. I didn't get any house and yard work done the whole weekend. Or bookkeeping - I will be playing catch up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom did not have a good weekend at all. I am still stressed and tired. I hate this! She is not eating right - and that is a lot of our problem right now. I am mulling ideas over in my mind right now on how to make sure she eats. Steve and I talked - looks like I am going to be going&lt;br /&gt;over there each night and prepare something or take something to her. When she doesn't eat I am sure it is messing up her blood sugar and she is more out of it than usual. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;' feel good - which again I attribute to lack of eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds more like a whining post -but just needed to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6372521993652935245?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6372521993652935245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6372521993652935245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6372521993652935245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6372521993652935245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-3195274076438611788</id><published>2011-06-30T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:55:00.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, Sam was sitting in the recliner....I looked at Sam and had to do a double-take...."Sam what is that?!" He looked and me and said "What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or even how I noticed it...but he had this real thin - light fuzz above his lip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. When did this happen? He was 4 years old yesterday with curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even notice it....but a few minutes later...I caught him stretching and looking in the mirror and rubbing above his lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this alone I will need therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-3195274076438611788?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/3195274076438611788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=3195274076438611788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3195274076438611788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/3195274076438611788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-night-sam-was-sitting-in-recliner.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-9097885849159462105</id><published>2011-06-27T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:44:02.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week Sam is supposed to go visit his dad. I know it is important for him to spend time with him - I don't begrudge that. I normally enjoy the break - but this time I just don't want him to go - I have no peace about it. Please be in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-9097885849159462105?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/9097885849159462105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=9097885849159462105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9097885849159462105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/9097885849159462105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-week-sam-is-supposed-to-go-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-8441011343080150295</id><published>2011-06-26T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:16:41.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must admit - I miss teaching children's choir.  I pray God opens that door again one day.  But Realistically I know I don't have time.  Mom is my ministry right now.  But I miss it so!  I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a child singing behind me in church today...and thought...there is some talent!  Sweet little girl too.  Real shy.  I teach her in children's church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have many good friends.  DC is like a sister, but I also have a new friend, who is become so much like a sister - I can call, email or text my feelings to her just as I can DC and feel comfortable and not judged - does that even make sense?  My new friend is CL.  I need to get my two sisters together soon!   They will love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still praying for the miracle....I know it is in all God's timing.  Utter Dependence and Obedience is what He wants from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-8441011343080150295?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/8441011343080150295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=8441011343080150295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8441011343080150295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/8441011343080150295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-must-admit-i-miss-teaching-childrens.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-2502036519337150584</id><published>2011-06-26T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:12:41.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a real rough week for mom.  I hate Alzheimer's - to have two parents that have suffered from it...it is hard..I am sure harder for them....but I still hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night - Mom wanted to spend the night...I went and picked her up. She forgot her pajama pants - so I loaned her a pair of Tori's.  My mom is real skinny....but she looked so funny in the hot pink money pj pants her pink flowered night gown.  We had a good laugh....she danced around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks every day is Sunday...except for when it is Sunday...then she thinks it is Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch yesterday - she ate a Hamburger Steak with Gravy and baked potato plus a salad...she really enjoyed it.  Then we went to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over again today....we went to the store again.  Man that woman goes through the groceries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-2502036519337150584?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/2502036519337150584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=2502036519337150584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2502036519337150584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/2502036519337150584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-has-been-real-rough-week-for-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33911641.post-6898338422981992260</id><published>2011-06-15T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:10:40.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday mom needs to be told what day it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt; she wants BBQ and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="logout.g"&gt;Sign out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33911641-6898338422981992260?l=beckysjustathought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/feeds/6898338422981992260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33911641&amp;postID=6898338422981992260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6898338422981992260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33911641/posts/default/6898338422981992260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysjustathought.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyday-mom-needs-to-be-told-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>B.R.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
