<?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-8200041967529720989</id><updated>2012-02-12T23:33:52.234-08:00</updated><category term='Lonely blog'/><category term='Divinity'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Wendy Doyle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-8110934249080643270</id><published>2011-08-07T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:53:58.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is--want it or not.</title><content type='html'>8 step cleaning method--I LOVE this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. trash removal and trash container cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.high dusting--picture frames, doorframes, vents, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.dustmop, unless carpeted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.cleaning walls, furniture, glass,light switches, doorhandles, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. restroom and sink in rooms that apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. wet mop or vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.restocking: bathroom tissue, kleenex, in my case--candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. double check your work. Don't forget to 'pat yourself on the back' for a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love working this way. 3 spray bottles of different cleaners and a bucket of clean rags. It's easy and effective. I do go back with polish on the items that need it. I could not believe how fast I cleaned the bathroom, dressing room, hallway, and sitting room. It was just over an hour and the rooms still feel clean today even though they are now cluttered. I must say that I'm not missing my carpet at all. It's great that I only have it in the bedrooms because dirty carpet will make a room 'feel' dirty no matter what. So, as you see, I am learning a lot from my new job. I hope to learn even more. I do love doing what I enjoy AND getting paid for it. It sure beats the old job. That job had become very stressful as there was no way you could feel good about a job that could not be completed properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday all. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8110934249080643270?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8110934249080643270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8110934249080643270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8110934249080643270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8110934249080643270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/08/here-it-is-want-it-or-not.html' title='Here it is--want it or not.'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-8251257575811319577</id><published>2011-07-07T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:15:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>Soooo......it's a day off for me. I should be crazy busy getting everything done. Not so! Here it is 8:00a.m. already and I have done...nothing. Oh Wendy! I think I must be tired. That's my 'excuse' of choice these days...and...when that won't work?...'it's too BLASTED hot!, is always good. Life is crazy busy right now. I have about a zillion b-days to remember this month AND a visit with a lovely granddaughter AND working 40+ hours a week AND yardwork AND.....you get the picture. I haven't even started on Bre's b-day, Brady's Briddy took care of, I just owe her money, then Briddy's and Diane's and Chris's is TODAY! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;Let's get organized Wendy! 1. Shower 2. clean house 3. shop for Bre's b-day 4. mow the yard 5. soak feet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Rachel are my 'new best friends' these days. A few years back they gave me a foot massager. Oh, I do love you two! Every night after work I sit for a few with my feet in it. It makes me feel that 'I can go on!' The foot soaks every night are helping a lot to. The not wearing anything but 'flip flops' has made a 'huge' difference. I see a 'pro' pedicure in my future (and not to far in either)&lt;br /&gt;Dennis has been working for the past couple of days on my window air condictioner. I hope he can get it installed soon, BEFORE the humid weather is past. There are only a couple of weeks each summer when 'swamp' cooling just won't 'cut' it and they are fast approaching. I tell him, 'sweetie you really REALLY don't want it to get to the point where I can't sleep because it's to hot. I'll turn into a total b-----' Bless him, he asures me that I already am.&lt;br /&gt;Opps! New plan. Today I work. Darn. Poor Briddy is sick and can't cover her shift. I hope she get's better really quick. So....shower and work. Ain't life grand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8251257575811319577?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8251257575811319577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8251257575811319577&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8251257575811319577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8251257575811319577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-602662299434151394</id><published>2011-07-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:38:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many mouse clicks Wendy...youdon't want to know!</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. I spent 2 hours one afternoon trying to restore this blog. I gave up. I decided it would be much easier to simply create a new one. I just had not gotten 'around to it' yet. I'm posting on Bridget's blog a 'click' something that I didn't mean to and 'whala' I'M BACK! How scary. People like me really shouldn't be allowed anywhere near the 'internet!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-602662299434151394?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/602662299434151394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=602662299434151394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/602662299434151394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/602662299434151394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-many-mouse-clicks-wendyyoudont-want.html' title='How many mouse clicks Wendy...youdon&apos;t want to know!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5025615955774128311</id><published>2011-06-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:42:18.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations....I could get used to this:)</title><content type='html'>My vacation was SUPPOSE to be for 5 days but ended up being 6. [sorry Briddy] I spent last Weds. worring about and taking care of Mom. Briddy covered me at work, bless her. When it appeared that Mom was going to be ok I decided it was off to North Dakota. Thursday morning, woke up late so it was like a scene from "Home Alone" getting to the airport. I kept telling myself, you'll either make the plane or you won't....no stress. Got 'squared away' with 30 minutes to spare...only to be on a delayed flight? Once I made it to Grand Forks....well it was 'party' time and party I did. I had a lovely time with some truly AWESOME&amp;nbsp; family. We had a barbecue, wedding, arts festival, movie and treat night, it just went on and on... I loved every minute. My nephews and nieces are all so fun to be with. Funny, charming, problem solving....the works! The only 'fly in the oiment' was the trip home. ANOTHER delayed flight, this time by 4 HOURS, 'no room in the shuttle' a different ride to South Point and a 2 hour wait for Bryon. [who did AWESOME at Nationals...go Bryon] and a late night ride to St. George. All in All AWESOME! For those of you that havent tried this, Hot pizza and cold beer at a rooftop&amp;nbsp;pizzaria is NOT to be missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5025615955774128311?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5025615955774128311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5025615955774128311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5025615955774128311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5025615955774128311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacationsi-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='Vacations....I could get used to this:)'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3452244343321167541</id><published>2011-06-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:12:10.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...what can I say</title><content type='html'>Good news...my dress IS NOT' dry clean only'. I wonder why I thought it was?&amp;nbsp;I wear a dress so seldom that the one I plan to wear to the wedding is getting a bit 'dated.' That's ok though because it's a 'special' dress. I bought it over 8 years ago to wear to Briddy's wedding. Since then I've probably only worn it about half a dozen times but always for something 'SPECIAL'. It's my 'SPECIAL' dress. I have it on in the picture of Brynna's blessing, Micheal's priesthood ordination, ect. That problem out of the way! Shoe's are another story. I 'hate' wearing heels of any kind these days. How do you find shoes that are 'flats' but dressy? Maybe the ones in the closet that Bre NEVER wears will work. Here's hoping! 3 more days of work then off for fun for a few. I hope to have a 'fab' time.&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked Mom was recovering nicely. If she's still doing well, she should be able to do her exercise therapy tomorrow. It sure is scary when someone you love has to have 'procedures' done. [procedure my a--] One day I will learn to not believe that woman. I just hope it turns out to be worth it for her. I sure love her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also for those who need to know&lt;br /&gt;'Don't start with me...you WILL NOT win' fyi---I ALWAYS KNOW WHEN YOU'RE LYING! And on that 'happy note...Good Sunday all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3452244343321167541?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3452244343321167541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3452244343321167541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3452244343321167541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3452244343321167541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/06/lifewhat-can-i-say.html' title='Life...what can I say'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3296820646657857938</id><published>2011-05-30T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:57:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This 'ones' for you, Briddy</title><content type='html'>Bridget made mention of the fact that I haven't posted in awhile. Thanks for noticing sweetie! Life is pretty busy right now. Mom is totally important, and SHE rarely hears from me. Bad Wendy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So anyway, will be off June first and second for mom's surgery, then back at work until June 8th. Early on the 9th I'll fly out of Vegas for North Dakota. I am really looking forward to seeing the nephews. Their mom would be so proud of each and every one of them. What wonderful men. I should be able to see all but Graeme [sp?] I understand he won't be able to make it. My darling nephew Bjorn says I can 'crash' with him. Obviously!!! I haven't stayed with him before or I'm sure he wouldn't have been so quick to offer:) I'll fly back to vegas on the 12th. I hope to then 'meet up' with Bryon for a ride home. I'll work tuesday through friday and then be off Saturday with the hope of spending some time with the Provo kids. As I said...life is Busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote all week: 'You've got to be freaking kidding me, who'd steal THAT!' classic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3296820646657857938?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3296820646657857938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3296820646657857938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3296820646657857938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3296820646657857938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-ones-for-you-briddy.html' title='This &apos;ones&apos; for you, Briddy'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1782160090260902632</id><published>2011-05-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:39:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My faith in 'Gentleman' kind has been restored</title><content type='html'>Yes I am indeed a fan of the 'tougher' sex once again. After several years of stuggling with boxes and linens at work while the 'male' sex walks on by, doing something close to nothing, I had lost all faith in the term 'gentleman.' However,'the man', gave me a chance to see men in a whole new light. The story goes as follows: He climbs on my roof to take my cooler panels off. He throws me the cooler belt and says, 'you need a new one, oh, and while you're at it, get new wiper blades for your car. The book will tell you what size.' 'Okkkkkk....' So after work I run to 'Home Depot.' Cooler pads were no problem [done that before] but the size on the belt..it was not readable [even WITH my glasses] I ask a associate for help, he is ever so sweet. He even goes so far as to take it out the package just to be sure. [I think HE could read the size on the old belt] Good experience! On to Walmart. I looked FOREVER for the brand of scratch cover I was told to get. FINALLY I see it [right infront of me:[ On to wiper blades. This is where it gets tough. Yes indeed, the BOOK did have my car year. It DID give me a size. Well actually TWO. Oh no. Do I have TWO different size blades, do the come ONE to a package...are there different sizes for different brands? I am sooooooo lost. I see am associate I have dealt with before [electronics, NOT automotive] he was ever so sweet but wasn't sure if I had the right sizes. So here I am , walking through Walmart looking for a 'man' any man, to help me. I kept looking for someone with a girl [so it wouldn't be presumed that I was attempting to flirt], everytime I saw a likely one, either the girl gave me a look of 'dislike' or the guy started speaking 'SPANISH' Damn! And then, like a light in the dark, I saw a familiar face. Oh yes, an old Bishop. He was ever so helpful. I now feel so renewed about the goodness of men and there williness to help a 'lady' in distress. So if ever you're in a store with your 'significant other' and some 'strange' lady keeps staring at you..be nice...let her 'pick his brain'...she probably needs the help AND is SOMEBODYS mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1782160090260902632?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1782160090260902632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1782160090260902632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1782160090260902632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1782160090260902632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-faith-in-gentleman-kind-has-been.html' title='My faith in &apos;Gentleman&apos; kind has been restored'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6099067774650573708</id><published>2011-04-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:37:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day to me:]:]:]:]</title><content type='html'>Birthdays are the funniest thing. I have finally reached the age when a birthday can come and go with little notice on my part. I expected this birthday to be like that. Going to take the day off ,color easter eggs with the girls, and pay little attention to the fact that it was April 23rd. My friends and children had a different idea apparently. There have been several things that are making this birthday 'stand out.' The dozen roses from the northern Utah Doyle's, homemade slippers from Mom, candles and a t.v. series year from Bryon, a card from a favorite aunt, and card from an adorable grandaughter, the list just goes on and on. Such an outpouring of love is very humbling. I love all of you so much too. This is so much more than I deserve. I can't thank you all enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Mom told me the best quote this morning. Yeah, I going to share:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you...if you knew how seldom they do:]'&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and am wishing you a Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6099067774650573708?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6099067774650573708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6099067774650573708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6099067774650573708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6099067774650573708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-b-day-to-me.html' title='Happy B-day to me:]:]:]:]'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2646162573454050328</id><published>2011-04-20T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:37:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard is only half done...</title><content type='html'>Lovely day off...but it's over now...It must have been love...but it's ooooover now...Sorry, spaced for a minute. I love my life. There is ALWAYS something to do. Today, I had a zillions things on my 'to do' list but did about 3. It's ok, no one to answer to but me. I DO love my life. If I want to do something..I do it...if I don't...I don't. Even my money is my own. Does life get any better? Don't misunderstand, I realize some people NEED to be married. I mean, If you're raising kids, it's better if mom and dad live in the SAME house. I don't NEED to be married and loving the fact that I'm not. I even have my retirement planned. 40 cats and a scooter. I can see it now!!! Ain't life grand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2646162573454050328?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2646162573454050328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2646162573454050328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2646162573454050328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2646162573454050328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/04/yard-is-only-half-done.html' title='Yard is only half done...'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2920756513788117074</id><published>2011-04-11T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:18:57.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coral Hills owns me!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm at that time of year when it's eat, work, eat, sleep, eat, work... If you don't believe the eat part..rest assured...I'm getting plenty to eat. Seems I'm too tired to do much else. It didn't help to be on MY Thursday only to realize it was only my Wednesday. Didn't I already have one of those this week? Oh yeah, this is a 6 day work week. Two Wednesdays? How rude! I hope to get back to my little projects soon. For now it's all I can do to keep my head above water. I'm sure some of you know how I feel! The ONLY thing that will save me this week is that I get to work with 'my' girls for what is actually my Thursday and Friday. Look for me,..say about Wednesday...I mean y'alls Wednesday. Ok, now I'm CONFUSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2920756513788117074?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2920756513788117074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2920756513788117074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2920756513788117074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2920756513788117074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/04/coral-hills-owns-me.html' title='Coral Hills owns me!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-7580360875929240359</id><published>2011-03-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:52:04.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy, Glasses and other odd stuff</title><content type='html'>Mom--frantically searching for the glasses sitting on her head-funny! Me-attempting to put on a pair of glasses&amp;nbsp; while already wearing a pair--not so funny. &lt;br /&gt;The candy--oh yeah, good one Wendy. I have a roommate [Bryon] who does not consume candy--he inhales it. So--I buy an Easter candy dish and candy to go in it. After I have filled the dish I put away the rest of the candy for later. [with me so far??] This morning I notice the candy dish looks rather sad. Plenty of wrappers but little candy. Well ok, I'll just get rid of the wrappers and re-fill it. Now for the candy. Where did I put it? NO, no, no--for the life of me, I can't find the candy. Also, I have absolutely no clue as to where I 'stashed' it. This is about the time I started feeling really, really OLD. I bought the candy, I put it away---but where???&amp;nbsp; I have indeed found it but only by accident. I'd given up. I found it while looking for something ELSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7580360875929240359?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7580360875929240359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7580360875929240359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7580360875929240359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7580360875929240359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/candy-glasses-and-other-odd-stuff.html' title='Candy, Glasses and other odd stuff'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-449785152322841651</id><published>2011-03-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:05:27.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'The Bitch is back----'</title><content type='html'>Old &lt;br /&gt;theme song:&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a bitch, I'm a Bitch'&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Bitch is back,&lt;br /&gt;stone cold sober, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;I can bitch, I can Bitch,&lt;br /&gt;It's the way that I do,&lt;br /&gt;the thing that I do---'&lt;br /&gt;New&lt;br /&gt;theme song:&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever' [I can't even be bothered to come up with one]&lt;br /&gt;Lately everything has been 'Whatever'. Washer down at work-whatever. Can't get enough work done each day-whatever, Bre left her dirty dishes again-whatever. I have LOVED the 'new' attitude. However, lately I've noticed the old me creeping back in. [just ask Angie!] Yesterday for instance-I hear her telling Lizzy that she and Jeff have been together for 1 and a half years. Do I 'politely tell her I think she 'might' be 'off' a bit. Oh no, I say something along the lines of--'Yeah, on WHAT planet. If that's true, I'm 20!!!' See what I mean? I've so wanted to tell all who would listen, 'Yes I WAS a Bitch--but the Bitch is DEAD!' I'm very much afraid that instead of me saying that about myself it will be said about AFTER I've drawn my terminal breath!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-449785152322841651?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/449785152322841651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=449785152322841651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/449785152322841651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/449785152322841651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/bitch-is-back.html' title='&apos;The Bitch is back----&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3680426040556421131</id><published>2011-03-24T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:13:31.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hoarding--buried alive!!'</title><content type='html'>When the garage starts looking like scenes from 'Hoarding--Buried alive' it might be time for a 'clean-up'. A 'real' clean-up Wendy, not just moving stuff from one side to the other! I have been promising to 'clean the garage' for a month now. Why? You may well ask. In order to build the third bedroom out there AND get Bryon 'off the floor' and OUT of my entertainment room, I must. The reason I've been 'putting it off?' I'm not kidding about the 'buried alive' stuff. My garage is like the 'Ellis Island' of the 'Dolye estate. a processing area. You know like the song, 'should I stay or should I go?--' Sadly to say, most of the stuff never leaves the Doyle property-never to return. It either gets moved back into the house OR is stored out there indefinitely. [wood working projects-started but not finished-decorations-ect] Yesterday, I 'took the bull by the horns' so to speak, and 'attempted' to CLEAN? it. Sooo---how did it go Wendy? ALL my 'stuff' DOES look better on the other wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3680426040556421131?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3680426040556421131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3680426040556421131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3680426040556421131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3680426040556421131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/hoarding-buried-alive.html' title='&apos;Hoarding--buried alive!!&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5134781539035297960</id><published>2011-03-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:25:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping---Again?</title><content type='html'>Yes , today is a shopping day. It wasn't suppose to be. It was a day for relaxing and cleaning the yard up, but---you know how it goes. I've been looking forward to these two days off since I went back to work. Why???--two words--spring break! Yes, things are crazy at work. So anyway, going to 'take er easy' today, or so I thought. Two days ago we had 'gentlemen callers' at work. AFTER they leave Bridget informs me that I have a tear in the butt of my pants. Oh dear, how embarrassing! Ok, time for a new pair of work pants. The next morning as I 'ready' for work I feel an all to familiar 'pull' in the butt of my pants. Yes indeed, 'another pair bites the dust'. How can that be? Two pair in less than a week? I have a 'new' crew member, one who doesn't know me well--otherwise how do you explain her comment when she learned of my misfortune--'Maybe your butt got bigger!' Oh--do ya think? Wonder she still has a job!!! As with any 'little' job I attempt--this job has GROWN! I now need new pants [two pair] laundry supplies, make-up, and misc. other stuff. This could take all day. The up side is that I've learned from two sources some things that help. Thank you Rachel [the 'queen' of coupon shopping] for making me realize those '10 dollars off' coupons that my credit card companies send out ARE valuable. Probably going to use at least two of those. Also, from 'what not to wear' size doesn't matter--it's 'fit' that counts. Here's hoping for the best. 'Happy shopping all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5134781539035297960?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5134781539035297960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5134781539035297960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5134781539035297960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5134781539035297960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/shopping-again.html' title='Shopping---Again?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-9193459451195813055</id><published>2011-03-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:10:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day--to one and all!</title><content type='html'>Irish Toast-[to be used at dinner]-'May your neighbor's respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you and Heaven accept you!' Another St. Patrick's day, where has the year gone? I know, this is a typical whine of the elderly. It does seem that time is speeding up though and just as I'm slowing down. It doesn't seem fair somehow. Things are pretty quiet on the Doyle front. I need to go shopping today-compete with Irish t-shirt and green beret. Oh well, if people don't stare at you-dressed for a holiday-when will they? I am also old enough now that I don't really care. Yes oh yes, I WILL wear a red hat and purple dress. Nothing like the freedom of age to thumb your nose at the world and say, 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-9193459451195813055?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9193459451195813055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=9193459451195813055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9193459451195813055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9193459451195813055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day-to-one-and-all.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day--to one and all!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5658569850129715910</id><published>2011-03-15T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:47:52.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am STUBBORN!</title><content type='html'>How is it that with all I accomplished today--I DID NOT do the one thing I promised to do??? I must be 'mad' at 'the man' without knowing it. I 'promised' to clean the garage. Not done--it's now 20 minutes to 8:00P.M. However, I DID do all my wash, run Breane to work, iron, wash my car, mow ALL the yards, trim a great deal of them, water, and so on and so on---Why not the garage? I figure it's because he's INSISTING that I learn to handle the scooter, whether I want to or not. NOT! I have offered to give it back to him--but no go. The only person I'm hurting with my stubbornness is me. Until I clean the garage he can't begin on the new bedroom. What is wrong with me? I WANT the new bedroom. I'm looking forward to getting Bryon--off the floor-an into his 'new' room. Go figure!!@! It takes a woman!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5658569850129715910?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5658569850129715910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5658569850129715910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5658569850129715910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5658569850129715910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-stubborn.html' title='I am STUBBORN!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-9109020651165282723</id><published>2011-03-14T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T05:05:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology--Iove it--I think?</title><content type='html'>I love the ceiling fan in the sitting room--I think? He says, 'Wendy, I'm going to wire the light/fan to a remote. That will make it easier for you. You can control the&amp;nbsp;light/fan from anywhere in the room.' It SOUNDED like a good idea so I say, 'you go!' In truth, it is a good idea---unless---the battery in the remote goes dead. It's the funniest thing--you can control the light by puling the chains, even if the battery is dead, provided that the light was 'on' when the battery went out, otherwise---no go! Go figure! The fan simply 'will not' work without the remote. Anyway, it's been about 3 weeks since the battery went dead. Yes, I HAVE been looking for a new one. I knew I&amp;nbsp;could get one at 'batteries pus+' but--at nearly 7 dollars I was hoping to find it cheaper. I look every place I go. It simply is not with the 'AA or AAA's. Last night , at Walmart, I get smart and ask at the jewelry counter. YES! They have one--and at only 5 dollars. It does occur that pretty soon I will have paid for that ceiling fan again--just in the cost of batteries--no matter--for the time being--when I say--'let there be light'--there is indeed---LIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-9109020651165282723?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9109020651165282723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=9109020651165282723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9109020651165282723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9109020651165282723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/technology-iove-it-i-think.html' title='Technology--Iove it--I think?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1818621842817429735</id><published>2011-03-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:46:24.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, what do I think?</title><content type='html'>I've been laughing myself silly for the past couple of days! First, I gave the girls at work a choice. 'Hire one part-time gal, and keep things 'as is' OR hire two part-time gals and everyone gets a 'set' schedule!' Not so very hard is it? BOTH girls had to contact their 'friends?' to find out what they thought. First, 'Jeff thinks, I think, that we should hire one girl.' 'Richard says , flip a coin!' 'SO this is how YOU feel.?' I swear they didn't know. This was indeed very funny UNTIL I caught myself doing the SAME thing. 'Here's the deal sweetie---what should I do?' How very pathetic!!! When did we all decide to quit thinking for ourselves. As Bryon's shirt put's it--'THINK--it's not illegal--yet!' AND that's what I think--I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1818621842817429735?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1818621842817429735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1818621842817429735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1818621842817429735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1818621842817429735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-what-do-i-think.html' title='Please, what do I think?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8998946639046185754</id><published>2011-03-02T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:01:16.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change--the more they stay the same!</title><content type='html'>If you are wondering what that is all about???? Here's the scoop! Thad and I had a 3 bedroom house built to house our growing family. We used all three bedrooms and boy did we need them!! A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;few years back it got to the point that Breane had TWO bedrooms!! This is when the MAN said, 'we should change the front bedroom into a entertainment room.' 'That's what the Man says,--listen what the Man says.' So, we changed it. Yea!! Now, the problem! I now need 3 bedrooms again! What to do? We are going to build a third bedroom, of course! It should be done sometime THIS year. So---- I will have a 3 bedroom house again--The more things change---the more they stay the SAME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8998946639046185754?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8998946639046185754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8998946639046185754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8998946639046185754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8998946639046185754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The more things change--the more they stay the same!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-7973485086519294286</id><published>2011-02-20T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:12:45.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I HATE it when I do something that is TOTALLY stupid!' Did you not SEE Breane put the broken glass in the garbage can Wendy?' Yeah but--&amp;nbsp;' Was it not MINUTES later that you tried to push the garbage down with your hand? 'yeah but--&amp;nbsp;' Have you not cut your hand&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this way before?' yeah but---&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp; I was on trial I&amp;nbsp;woud so LOSE!! SURELY&amp;nbsp;there is&amp;nbsp; somone I can blame here &amp;nbsp;BESIDES me? I'm on washers tomorrow and have NO idea how I'm going to manage it. The cut is between my thumb and first finger and it is pretty deep. In fact I need to wash dishes tonight and haven't a clue how I'm going to manage THAT. Life is difficut enough without doing stupid stuff, poor me!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7973485086519294286?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7973485086519294286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7973485086519294286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7973485086519294286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7973485086519294286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1936792776222649814</id><published>2011-02-15T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:31:05.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie---how can I expain?</title><content type='html'>So, if someone gives someone else a cookie for Valentines why is it such a BIG deal? First, you have to know that the MAN in question, is ALWAYS doing something nice for me, second, we've agreed that it isn't REQUIRED to remember each other simply because it is a holiday, third, the man doesn't know his own BIRTHDAY, forth, I RARELY remember him on a holiday. See, you're starting to 'get the picture!' I was ever so pleased. He brought two. We shared one and I took the other to work. Thank you sweetie, oh, and by the by, I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;Bryon also remembered 'good ol' Mom. He gave me a chocoate heart which I will really enjoy and---I would have LOVED the flower if---he'd remembered to pick it up AFTER paying for it. You ARE your mother's son!!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, an EXTREMELY nice Valentines. I hope all can say the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1936792776222649814?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1936792776222649814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1936792776222649814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1936792776222649814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1936792776222649814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/cookie-how-can-i-expain.html' title='Cookie---how can I expain?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5723133866090849999</id><published>2011-02-10T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:30:43.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two words----Wall Lettering</title><content type='html'>Don't be fooled by the package---Wall Lettering is NOT easy!!!! 3 steps---that's what they say. Yeah right, 3 very DIFFICULT steps. Step 1--remove backing paper--with WHAT. You're suppose to be able to rub it, on the wrong side, and Walla,it's sticking to the transfer paper. Well---MINE didn't. I about rubbed clean through the paper. Ok, moving right along to step 2--put it on the wall. Oh ,but don't forget to measure. You have to remove it about a zillion times to get it straight. Now, step 3--rub&amp;nbsp;over the transfer paper and the lettering will 'by magic' &amp;nbsp;be on the wall. Not so!!! Also, DON'T rub the transfer paper with water until you are SURE the lettering is loose. Wait a minute---isn't that 4 steps---those lying BAS----!!!!!! All that, having been said, the lettering DOES look pretty good, if I do say so myself. [I have&amp;nbsp; to---no one else will!:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5723133866090849999?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5723133866090849999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5723133866090849999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5723133866090849999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5723133866090849999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-words-wall-lettering.html' title='Two words----Wall Lettering'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1298517359134400156</id><published>2011-02-04T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:21:00.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night and no date----</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've been 'stood up!' That's the problem with a 'steady date'--- works&amp;nbsp;great-- unless----he's BUSY! In truth however, he DID have a good reason. It seems one of his rentals burnt down last night and since this one was in Salt Lake----well, you get the picture. I hope that things went well -- or as good as can be expected-- for him today. &lt;br /&gt;As always, life moves on. I've decided to give my 'shower room&lt;strong&gt;' a 'face lift' &lt;/strong&gt;after seeing Mom's kitchen. Also, I don't believe that 'the man' is going to have any time soon to help with projects around here. I'm just going to do &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; wall repairs and paint but it shoud look a lot better. Then later, when he has more time, we'll do it right! The trick willl be to not let him know. I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!!! SUPERBOWL SUNDAY! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[in two more days!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1298517359134400156?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1298517359134400156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1298517359134400156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1298517359134400156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1298517359134400156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/date-night-and-no-date.html' title='Date night and no date----'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-996925451791251043</id><published>2011-02-02T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:33:05.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It looks wonderful</title><content type='html'>Just a&amp;nbsp;quick note to tell all who are interested, that mom's kitchen 'face lift' looks wonderful!!! I can&amp;nbsp;truly appreciate how much work was involved from all we've done around here. Rachel you're mom's 'the best!' Anyone who hasn't seen it---should. It looks 'fab!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-996925451791251043?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/996925451791251043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=996925451791251043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/996925451791251043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/996925451791251043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-looks-wonderful.html' title='It looks wonderful'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8975956195688834640</id><published>2011-01-25T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:31:11.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please?????be HAPPY for me!</title><content type='html'>Back in July I ordered a new Vanity. I was worried because it was a month out and we might? need it before then. [Oh how hopeful/foolish I was!] Anyway, tomorrow I paint the HANGING new powder room door.&amp;nbsp;That's IT, we are DONE!!! Oh happy day. I haven't the COURAGE to mention to him that we haven't even STARTED the shower room. It's sorta sad to see a grown man cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I got a fab. gift this&amp;nbsp; week. Some GREAT GUYS gave me a cabinet. Not just ANY cabinet but one that was made in 1948 for a television. It is beautiful!!! It has been converted into a wine cabinet. Boy, do these two KNOW me. Thanks guys! I don't want to look a 'gift horse' in the mouth but--- You could have FILLED it first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8975956195688834640?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8975956195688834640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8975956195688834640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8975956195688834640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8975956195688834640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/pleasebe-happy-for-me.html' title='Please?????be HAPPY for me!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4073638290098822980</id><published>2011-01-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T07:24:45.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas---who needs them?</title><content type='html'>Didya ever notice----the person who HAS the idea--is RARELY the person who has to do the actual WORK! Case in point---'Honey, I want to replace the&amp;nbsp; door between the hallway and the powderoom!' Ok, we have an idea! To start with, I have neither the tools or the know-how,&amp;nbsp; just the idea, AND total confidence that HE can do it. We go to Lowe's yesterday. I spend 25 dollars for a six-panel door that will fit. This is JUST the door. It has no hardware or even cut-outs for the handle OR hinges. Now it's HIS turn. He has to make cut-outs for the hinges and door handle AND latch. Then he has to install said hardware. THEN hang the door to be sure it fits. Then he has to take the door off and take off ALL the hardware so I can paint it.&amp;nbsp;Little wonder the poor man GROWLS every time I start a sentence with, 'Honey, I have an idea---:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4073638290098822980?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4073638290098822980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4073638290098822980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4073638290098822980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4073638290098822980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/ideas-who-needs-them.html' title='Ideas---who needs them?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-963823467825889103</id><published>2011-01-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:03:26.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Twist to and OLD game!</title><content type='html'>Everyone [who is anyone] knows Janurary is for ORGANIZING! Here's the kicker-I NEVER get it finished. What happens, is that I start out strong and then peter out before anything acually gets accomplished. So,,,, this year I've decided&amp;nbsp;to do things a bit differently. I'm going to ASSUME that I won't get it finished, therefore, I WILL finish whatever litte project I start. What this means is that if I find something that I either want to display OR DISCARD I wiill do it right then and NOT sit it aside to deal with later. Best case...there will be small 'bits and pieces' of my home which actually ARE organized. Has this method worked for anyone....anyone....no?....oh well, I'm going to try it anyway. .....You could AT&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LEAST wish me LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-963823467825889103?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/963823467825889103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=963823467825889103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/963823467825889103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/963823467825889103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-twist-to-and-old-game.html' title='New Twist to and OLD game!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4793148587440422195</id><published>2011-01-06T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:45:31.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potatoes and unusual smells!!!</title><content type='html'>Occasionally I ask myself, 'are you 50+ or a mere teen?' This is often when I have done something really REALLY dumb! [see what I think of teens? oh dear!] Anyway, this has to do with the afore mentioned potatoes. About a week ago Bryon and I went shopping with Bre's money, [I LOVE when that happens:] we picked up what WE wanted and also most of the stuff on her list. One of the things on her list was red potatoes. They were accidently left in the car. It has been 'bittery cold' [at least for US!] so 'no&amp;nbsp;problem!' A coulpe of days ago I remember them so I take them out and sit them on the kitchen table where they have remained until this morning. I pick them up to 'finallly' put them away. The bag is dripping????&amp;nbsp; What???? Oh yeah, if you FREEZE potatoes and then thaw them, guess what? I can't believe I did that! This would also explain the lovely smell I've been trying to mask with 'scented' candles. Who do I know that would pull this stunt? Oh my, NO ONE! Needless to say, I owe Bre a bag of potatoes. Happy Thursday all and remember, DON'T FREEZE THOSE POTATOES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4793148587440422195?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4793148587440422195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4793148587440422195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4793148587440422195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4793148587440422195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/potatoes-and-unusual-smells.html' title='Potatoes and unusual smells!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-5107479456173099048</id><published>2010-12-12T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T05:27:48.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO-HO-HO-hoooooo----</title><content type='html'>Less than 2 weeks to Christmas! Am I streeessed! Nope! Wonder why? I think it might have something to do with all the WONDERFUL things that keep happening. I LOVE this season. Life is good! I was shopping with Bre last night and get a text from Bryon. He'll be home about 9 days sooner than expected. Yipeee! I'm a little worried about his stuff still being a mess in the garage, but hey----I've got a day to get it cleaned up. I've missed him and am SO looking forward to his return! At work the wonderful family we work for decided to 'dole' out Christmas bonus checks AGAIN this year. They are pretty wonderful to us, and so generous.[lets just say--I COULD buy that flat screened t.v. if I really WANTED to.] A co-worker [and friend] invited Briddy and I to his home next Saturday to a Christmas buffet. I was a little disappointed that our annual Christmas party was bowling this year but only because that meant no dressing in my Christmas finery. Now, we have this lovely party to attend. I am still really enjoying Bre's light display and have found a few little gifts for my loved ones. As I said 'LIFE IS GOOD!' Merry CHRISTmas everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5107479456173099048?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5107479456173099048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5107479456173099048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5107479456173099048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5107479456173099048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-ho-hoooooo.html' title='HO-HO-HO-hoooooo----'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8095133629160012172</id><published>2010-12-04T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:32:41.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OW!!!! That HURTS!</title><content type='html'>You are not going to believe this! [I promise!] I have been spending my money 1 month in advance. Yes, I pay ALL my bills, yes, I pay off my credit cards IN FULL each month, yes, I CAN eat but--- By the time everything is paid I'm out of money and have to rely on my Credit cards to get by. Dennis was LIVID when I told him. He's been after me for YEARS to not use Credit cards AT ALL! So--what do I do??? Good question-- I choose THIS MONTH to ween myself. All the bills ARE paid [til NEXT payday] and I am indeed broke but instead of using credit, I'm pulling from SAVINGS and using CASH!&amp;nbsp; Let tell you--THAT BITES! Every time I spend a dime I have to give up some of my hard saved CASH. Santa is going to be a real TIGHTWAD this year. It has been a learning experience however and I DO recommend it. You'd be surprised what you DON"T need when it's going to hurt RIGHT NOW instead of LATER! Oh well, to those on my gift list--sorry I was dumb enough to think it would be a good idea to be fiscally responsible THIS MONTH! Know I love you anyway!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8095133629160012172?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8095133629160012172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8095133629160012172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8095133629160012172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8095133629160012172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/12/ow-that-hurts.html' title='OW!!!! That HURTS!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-2713327498395235067</id><published>2010-12-01T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:08:35.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas lights????</title><content type='html'>I want an 'old fashioned' Christmas in the worst way. Not 'old fashioned' like Victorian, old fashioned like MY childhood. I find myself only wanting 'old fashioned' candy, decorations, ect. I would even get a real tree if I could talk myself into it.&amp;nbsp; With that one however, there was a 'reality' check. Wait, they're messy, I don't have a tree stand AND they can be dangerous. Anyway, I buy 'old fashioned' Christmas lights. you know, the Big ones, like when I was little. [yeah I remember life BEFORE mini lights.] So Breane gets all excited and wants to put them up right away. Ok, it's dark and COLD outside. I tell her, 'you're on your own!!! She doesn't care. She starts to take them out of the package and drops them. Two lights get broken. She yells at me for, [get this] buying GLASS ones. I ask you, 'Is there ANY other kind??? She insisted mini's were PLASTIC. Yeah, in what universe??? Breane darling, ALL light BULBS are GLASS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2713327498395235067?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2713327498395235067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2713327498395235067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2713327498395235067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2713327498395235067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas lights????'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2548806763556983511</id><published>2010-11-30T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:16:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being 'under the weather'</title><content type='html'>I don't even know why we call it that???? Either you're sick or you're NOT! Ok, so I'm a little sick. How's that? Not sick enough to climb into bed and pull the covers over my head but---sick enough to not want to do anything. I took my car for an oil change this morning. They wouldn't do it???? Actually they would have but told me 'it's kinda silly when you do drive it EVERY day and you still have 1200 miles on your last oil change.' So, next spring when I've driven the additional 1200 miles I'll take it back.&amp;nbsp; I leave there and decide to spend the 30 dollars saved on Christmas. I stop at K-Mart. They didn't have much that I wanted but---I'm on the WRONG side of the store when I realize I'm sick. Oh my, the bathrooms are WAY over there and I'm WAY over here. My sprint across K-Mart would make a 6 minute mile look slow. I made it though. Which explains a lot AND oh so very little. That's all you get though. I'm spending this afternoon in my robe wrapping Christmas presents. I LOVE this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2548806763556983511?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2548806763556983511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2548806763556983511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2548806763556983511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2548806763556983511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-being-under-weather.html' title='I hate being &apos;under the weather&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5512743535887897929</id><published>2010-11-24T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:22:56.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it your own self---</title><content type='html'>The man will learn. [I hope]' Honey, the handles on the French doors are loose.' 'You know how&amp;nbsp; to do it, You tighten them.' Ok, how hard can that be? I found the tool and procceded to tighten the handles. As soon as I did, two [count them, TWO] handles fell off in my hands. Oh, wonderful idea Honey! I couldn't even figure out what I'd done wrong. I've learned to 'not mess' with stuff when I don't know what I'm doing, so, guess who got to 'tighten' handles this morning. By the way sweetie, when you say 'tighten' I EXPECT' to have to tighten it, NOT loosen It!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5512743535887897929?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5512743535887897929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5512743535887897929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5512743535887897929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5512743535887897929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-it-your-own-self.html' title='Do it your own self---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-765876055988844088</id><published>2010-10-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:10:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Confused??????'</title><content type='html'>This story has a moral--really it does! So yesterday, I 'hopped' over to the DMV to pay taxes on mine and mom's cars. Ok, first their 'stupid' intercom system was yelling at me to get in the right spot.[yelled at by a machine--how embarassing!!!] First thing I discover is that the reason MY paperwork had not come in the mail, was because MY taxes weren't due until NEXT month. So why do I have a sticker that says 10? They didn't know but---would fix it. I give them my money they give me ----papers? I notice that one 11 is red and one is green. Ok, either mine or mom's car is going to be a 'cop magnet' this year. I don't care, I'm sick of this place!!! I walk two buildings over to get a motorcycle handbook [Dennis is getting me a scooter] and repent of my earlier thought. [maybe it was the 15 minute wait to get the handbook] I decide to go back to the DMV but first---I'll look closely at the paperwork. Oh wait--there are 3 11's. Ok, I guess they moved mom's due month to the 11th too. I'm 'outta here!' So, I call mom and tell her that her car is 'good to go' but can we borrow it. [whole nuther story] also, her month is now the 11. Totaly confused her!!! I get home and am telling Bryon about how the DMV 'screwed up". He says, 'no mom, NEXT year IS 2011.' Oh crap, now it's all crystal clear but--- I've confused Mom. Never, NEVER listen to ME mom. [oh, that's the moral:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-765876055988844088?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/765876055988844088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=765876055988844088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/765876055988844088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/765876055988844088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/10/confused.html' title='&apos;Confused??????&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1775749691673653150</id><published>2010-10-10T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:08:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'At times, one must ask oneself----'</title><content type='html'>Is this WISE???' I was shopping today and decided on a 'Witch' for  Halloween. Now, I've been a "Witch' several times before. As I recall, others do not ALWAYS realize that I AM dressed up. It would make more sense to dress as something that is OBVIOUSLY not me. [A princess perhaps] So anyway, I buy a top for my costume. It's black [of course] and says in BIG letters, 'This IS my costume, I'm a WITCH!' I also purchased an apron that looks like a 'witches' dress. I already had the hair and a hat, plus the nose, so I should be 'good to go!' Maybe, I'll get black tights and a broom. I dare-sent leave my broom on the stoop anymore. Dennis ALWAYS hands it to me with some 'smart-ass' comment about leaving my 'car' on the stoop. Men! He'd better watch it or I'll post 'on facebook' just how LONG it actually took to get the faucet installed. Surely it's not THAT difficut????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1775749691673653150?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1775749691673653150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1775749691673653150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1775749691673653150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1775749691673653150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-times-one-must-ask-oneself.html' title='&apos;At times, one must ask oneself----&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6201088773783917737</id><published>2010-09-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:40:58.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unauthorized' Credit Card Use!</title><content type='html'>So, I get my credit card statement[ONE of them] and it's 'How Much?' Oh drat, SOMEONE has been using my credit card. Just what I NEED--another PROBLEM!! So, I start going over the bill. Ok, this charge is mine--and this one-mine--and this one---mine, and on and on it goes. EVERY charge on it--I AUTHORIZED! How can that be???? Wendy, you are TOTALLY 'out of control!! This is the SECOND time this week that I'll have to take my 'MAD CASH' and put it in the bank to cover MY bills. WHAT am I thinking? The ONLY thing I can say in my defense is that I HAVEN'T dipped into my savings---well, not YET at least. I'm a person living on a budget who thinks she's NOT! Does anyone else have this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6201088773783917737?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6201088773783917737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6201088773783917737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6201088773783917737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6201088773783917737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/unauthorized-credit-card-use.html' title='&quot;Unauthorized&apos; Credit Card Use!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8251413117758715577</id><published>2010-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:16:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the 'Northern Utah' Doyle's</title><content type='html'>Kids, thanks so much for making time to see us. Those will remain some VERY happy memories. My, how the kids have grown. I was so shocked that wee Kaleb would let me play with him. I can't believe how 'laid back' he is. I got such a 'kick' out of Hannah. Rachel gets in the truck and starts it, Hannah is having fun with the sidewalk chalk, she looks up and says, 'bye momma.' How cute. I told her, 'No, no sweetie, you are going too!' [in truth, it wouldn't have taken much for me to hang onto her.] Brynna, always the lady, 'thanks for the juice Grandee!' [soda, juice, what's the difference?] I have an even BIGGER thanks for you! My bathroom floor is almost laid. Dennis didn't have much of a response when I told him that you were both 'underwhelmed' by the amount of work we had done on the powder room. However, I've noticed that it kicked him into 'high' gear! This is WONDERFUL! I may only be a week or two out from having a VANITY again. Oh happy day!!!! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8251413117758715577?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8251413117758715577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8251413117758715577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8251413117758715577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8251413117758715577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-northern-utah-doyles.html' title='To the &apos;Northern Utah&apos; Doyle&apos;s'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3902202836664793259</id><published>2010-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:07:11.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of 'Open Mindness'</title><content type='html'>I was pondering the question of being 'open minded.' Take Theism. If I say, 'What I believe is TRUTH and what you believe is FALSE but I ACCEPT you anyway, am I truly 'open minded?' Wouldn't it be better to say, 'I CHOOSE to believe this and you CHOOSE to believe that and we can be friends.' This way we are equal. Isn't that REAL openmindness? Ok, that's it for my ramdom thoughts. I hope things are good with each of you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3902202836664793259?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3902202836664793259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3902202836664793259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3902202836664793259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3902202836664793259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/question-of-open-mindness.html' title='Question of &apos;Open Mindness&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7831159338846950052</id><published>2010-09-12T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:27:19.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely days off.</title><content type='html'>The worst thing about days off is that they go by so fast!!! I am really enjoying being home. I went to visit mom today. She is in good 'spirits' for what she is facing. It was nice to talk with her and Diane. I've just 'puttered' around today. [and ENJOYED every moment!!] I went shopping this morning. Soda was 'on sale' so we have a fridge full. I need to clean the pantry so I can find a place for the tomatoes. I LOVE doing that. I just enjoy how 'stocked' everything looks for the 30 minutes or so until SOMEONE starts eating. I have the beans cooked for the soup Bre wants to make for her dinner. I've also cooked the chicken for MY soup. I have also managed NOT to wash my car OR mow the yard. Oh well, there's always ---NEVER! Just don't feel like it today.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that I'm a bit 'stressed' about both Hannah and Mom. I just try to tell myself--'It'll be fine Wendy!'--wish I'd listen! I'm not stressed about work cuz bless Briddy, she's got it together. Love that gal!&lt;br /&gt;I just put 'regular bulbs' in the bathroom fixture. Ever so pretty AND plenty of light. Guess the 'new fangled' ones aren't going to work for this fixture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7831159338846950052?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7831159338846950052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7831159338846950052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7831159338846950052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7831159338846950052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/lovely-days-off.html' title='Lovely days off.'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2538045216909858379</id><published>2010-09-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:44:47.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerned for loved ones</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling quite a bit of concern for Hannah and Mom. They are both having Surgery Monday. In both cases it is Heart surgery. Wee little Hannah, with all she's been through, [her hand] and Mom with just not feeling well. It's so hard to see those you love struggle so. I do so love my family. If there is anything that I can do, for either family, please, please let me know. I love you and there is a prayer in my heart for you. FYI Hannah's surgery is to repair a hole in her heart. They will not need to cut her chest to do it. Thank goodness! Mom's is for a pacemaker as her heart rhythm is not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2538045216909858379?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2538045216909858379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2538045216909858379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2538045216909858379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2538045216909858379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/concerned-for-loved-ones.html' title='Concerned for loved ones'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5215793703394813757</id><published>2010-09-01T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:22:08.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My taste----WHAT taste!</title><content type='html'>I was soooooo confused yesterday. I was doing a little shopping with Bre. We were hitting consignment shops and antique shops. Fun huh? Not! I've lost ALL faith in my taste. I need someone by my side to tell me what to like. How sad. Is this just an age thing or self esteem? Although we shopped for over an hour the only thing I bought was a Christmas present for Dennis and that, I'm far from 'sure' about. What do you think? Maybe, I need to start a collection. That might help. Just one little thing where I only pick up the ones I like. Since the collection would be for ME it wouldn't matter what anyone else thought. IF I did that, I believe that I would collect Tea pots, I LOVE Tea pots. You know, I may have to give this a bit of thought. I hope 'all is well' with each of you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5215793703394813757?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5215793703394813757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5215793703394813757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5215793703394813757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5215793703394813757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-taste-what-taste.html' title='My taste----WHAT taste!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7501965694826450160</id><published>2010-08-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:49:34.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours, mine and ours!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when someone asks you a question you can't answer? Did I not have an answer or did I have too MANY answers. Ok, this is how it played out: I'm telling a friend that I had put together a basket to acknowledge a co-workers new baby. I had put a lot of work into the basket. There were gifts for the new baby [naturally], the new mom, and the other children in the family. I was rather proud of it. The friend says, 'I thought you weren't a member of his fan club?' Me: 'I'm not." Him: 'So, why did you do it?' That would be the question! I've decided it wasn't not having an answer, it was too many answers.&lt;br /&gt;1. To smooth strained relations with the co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;2.because I will be shortly acknowledging my boss's new addition.&lt;br /&gt;3. because ALL children are precious.&lt;br /&gt;4.because I'd like to think of my co-workers as friends&lt;br /&gt;5. most important, and least explainable, because I WANTED TO.&lt;br /&gt;Am I glad I did it? You bet! The whole family came in to get the basket and they were so ever so sweet. I hope little R.J enjoyed his gift. What a cutie! I'm getting really excited about acknowledging Dallen's addition. He in China picking up his new daughter. She's 2 and a half and weights 25 pounds. I going to have fun with this. Does anyone know how I can get a box of bubblegum cigars?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7501965694826450160?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7501965694826450160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7501965694826450160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7501965694826450160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7501965694826450160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/08/yours-mine-and-ours.html' title='Yours, mine and ours!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-2349248924617602206</id><published>2010-08-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:35:47.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera, Sera--or something like that!</title><content type='html'>Far as I know, 'the man' is due back in town today. Sooo Wendy, is the sheetrock patch finished? Beats me! I had to stop cuz I din't KNOW if is was finished or not. Therefore, the que sera, sera' what's the next line? Oh yeah, 'whatever will be, will be.' I refuse to STRESSSSSS about much of anything these days. It's all preception anyway. I can't go but a couple of days without getting my 'butt chewed' at work. I could stress and say 'no fair, it's not my fault!' OR I can just take it and try to do the best job I know how. [I opted for the second choice.] I decided awhile back that there is very little worth stressing about, be it, my job, family relationships, car payments, ect. ect.. I've decided 'do your best' is my motto, and if that's not good enough????? QUE SERA, SERA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2349248924617602206?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2349248924617602206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2349248924617602206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2349248924617602206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2349248924617602206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-sera-sera-or-something-like-that.html' title='Que Sera, Sera--or something like that!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7554758243862308168</id><published>2010-08-09T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T06:47:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks Project</title><content type='html'>'Just tell me how and let me do it, I'll learn faster that way." This is what I used to tell my new bosses. [I haven't had one of those in awhile!] Anyway, I've watched Dennis patch several holes in the house. The first one being in the back bedroom. [remember THAT one Brandon?] So I've seen sheetrock patch done several times. Dennis had started a patch in the 'powder room' ceiling before he left town. I've decided to finish it. The other night when I sanded it and applied more mud the kids thought I was painting [because I made such a MESS!]Obviously, I don't have the process mastered yet. Anyway, I think I can do it but I'm a bit nervous. Dennis is sooooo picky about the work he does here. I've decided not to take it beyond the point where he can strip it down and re-do it if he doesn't like it. I find that it is sorta fun to work with it. As much as I appreciate Dennis's help I think he makes me nervous about trying stuff on my own. I'll have to talk to him about that as I'd really like to learn how to do some of this myself. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7554758243862308168?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7554758243862308168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7554758243862308168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7554758243862308168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7554758243862308168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-weeks-project.html' title='This weeks Project'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-8847721020001386421</id><published>2010-08-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T06:31:23.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE to share!!!</title><content type='html'>Do any of you remember Tupperware parties?? Well, I went to a party like that [only soooooo much better] that Bridget and Sheena had recently. I don't remember the company's name but----I am  happy. The 'home' items you can buy are a little pricey but  worth it. I picked out two pictures for the dressing room [when it is finished] they were $24.50 each [plus shipping] but they are BEAUTIFUL! So much better quality than I've seen anywhere in town. I think that if I wanted to, I could still have them hanging in 30 years. I can't tell you the other item I bought as it's a Christmas gift for Brandon and Rachel. It is also a very high quality. I guess sometimes that old saying is true: 'You get what you pay for.' Anyway, if any of you are invited to a 'home accents' party, GO! [provided you've found out from Bridget that it's the same company]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the 'out of town' company. It's been awhile since I've 'put myself out' to have a good time. Weds, evening with them ,Briddy, and the Bradster was wonderful. Last night we all really enjoyed the Brick Oven. There again, Pricey but good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8847721020001386421?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8847721020001386421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8847721020001386421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8847721020001386421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8847721020001386421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-to-share.html' title='I HAVE to share!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2440022664384054858</id><published>2010-08-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:49:27.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Him: #%**@#   Me: Oh my!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, to make this funny, you have to know that Dennis DOESN'T swear. Ok, maybe I should re-phrase that, Dennis doesn't swear around ME! [some gentleman thing] So, I'm on the computer this morning, [checking my bank balances] Dennis is in the bathroom sheetrocking a hole in the ceiling. Suddenly he turns the air 'blue.' Oh my, what could be the problem. I WAS SO SHOCKED by what I was hearing that I started looking for a place to hide. I figured something really, really bad must have happened. When I finally peeked around the bathroom door frame it was to see a very shame-faced man who had forgotten I was anywhere around. I'll NEVER let him live this one down!!!!!! The problem??? The ceiling had gotten wet and he was having trouble with the patch! Boy, does that man NEED a vacation. Or in the words of Eric [70's show] 'No one has EVER needed to get away like I need to get the hell out of here!!!!'[ or something like that:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2440022664384054858?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2440022664384054858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2440022664384054858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2440022664384054858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2440022664384054858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/08/him-me-oh-my.html' title='Him: #%**@#   Me: Oh my!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7743178755983582216</id><published>2010-07-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:39:40.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>If any of you 'locals' aren't feeling quite 'warm' enough, get yourselves a thermometer. I promise, that when you see the needle 'buried' at the 110 mark you'll feel plenty warm. That just happened to me. I glance out of the kitchen doorway, see the thermometer hanging in the garage, see the needle 'buried' and suddenly it is to hot to breathe!! A tub filled with ice water sounds a 'tad' too warm right now. Why is it, that 'seeing' the evidence makes it so much worse? I came in from work, I 'felt' that the house wasn't cool but---when I saw the 'proof' hanging in the garage, I felt SOOOOOO much worse? I should toss that stupid thermometer as far as a weak and heat exhasted person, possibly could. I never even look at the darn thing unless it's June, July, or August. Talk about self-torture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7743178755983582216?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7743178755983582216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7743178755983582216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7743178755983582216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7743178755983582216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/mercy.html' title='Mercy!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6679123086826258016</id><published>2010-07-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:05:51.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'10 degrees off cool---'</title><content type='html'>When Dennis asked, I told him that last night's gathering was,'10 degrees off cool', referring to the heat. So this morning he shows up with a beat-up, rusty, BOX fan.[kid you not!] He says it's to keep my bedroom cool. 'ya--gee-- thanks---that's nice of you.!" All the while I'm thinking, 'what WOULD'VE been nice is a 3-ton AIRCONDITIONER--I HAVE a FAN! Well, this is one of those times that you're glad you kept your thoughts to yourself. I wiped down the fan and sat it on my dresser. Oh my gosh, what a difference. I just got up from a morning nap that actually 'chilled' me. How lovely. So what they say is true, 'never look a gift horse in the mouth.' [whatever that means!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6679123086826258016?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6679123086826258016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6679123086826258016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6679123086826258016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6679123086826258016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-degrees-off-cool.html' title='&apos;10 degrees off cool---&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-211207071130376682</id><published>2010-07-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T05:17:10.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelons:p</title><content type='html'>Hot summer days and watermelon go together like: Donald Trump and bad haircuts. If a person lives in a place called 'Dixie' they can pick a 'good' watermelon from a 'bad' watermelon standing on their heads. Right? WRONG! I've lived in 'dixie' my entire life and in that time have 'only' picked ONE 'good' watermelon. Since I'm not a big fan of 'take the blame' I've decided that it isn't me, it's THEM! By them I mean the watermelons. I can hear it now, 'uh oh, here she comes, ok, all you tasteless, or NEARLY tasteless, guys, front and center, p.d.q.' 'Now, remember, look INNOCENT!' 'Wow, look she took Wally, talk about a guy with no taste, I wish I could be there when she takes her first bite! Ha, ha, got her again!!!!' Yep, this is what happens, I'm sure of it. So when it comes to summer fun, I'll come if invited I just won't bring the WATERMELON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-211207071130376682?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/211207071130376682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=211207071130376682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/211207071130376682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/211207071130376682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/watermelonsp.html' title='Watermelons:p'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7698510817154608503</id><published>2010-07-16T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T05:04:05.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankty, blank, blank----adjustable Shower heads.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I KNOW I'm tall so I feel mighty sorry for those you of only average height. This is about shower heads AND tall people. My roommate of the male gender is about 10 feet tall. Therefore he adjusts the showerhead every time he showers. It's always high and out of the way when I get in the shower. Neat huh? Not if you forget about it and turn the water on. My showerhead spits. You know, one of those 'full body' splashes. The water is always cold. Thanks to the roommate AND the nifty, handy? adjustable showerhead I get the body slash daily. In this heat you wouldn't think I'd complain but---I'd call it a morning 'wake-up' if it didn't always make me grumpy. What a way to start your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7698510817154608503?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7698510817154608503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7698510817154608503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7698510817154608503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7698510817154608503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/blankty-blank-blank-adjustable-shower.html' title='Blankty, blank, blank----adjustable Shower heads.'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6141834826457639303</id><published>2010-07-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:08:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge is FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>I just learned this wonderful fact. Actually, this post is STILL about my bathroom. As I watched Dennis this morning I was in Awe. As most of you know, I had [had being the oppertive word:[]a double vanity. Now, I would have had to replace it with another double vanity. Why? Well, that's the way it was plumbed. I wouldn't have had a clue about what he's doing. Not only is he cutting out the plumbing for the second sink, he has to move the remaining plumbing 10 inches. At this point he has the drain moved but will still need to move the water lines. All of this so I could have the vanity that I wanted. Therefore, FREEDOM to choose. Isn't he WONDERFUL!  Ear mark this post, to remind me that this is what I WANTED when the wait gets a bit to long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6141834826457639303?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6141834826457639303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6141834826457639303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6141834826457639303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6141834826457639303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/knowledge-is-freedom.html' title='Knowledge is FREEDOM'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5074222155652558777</id><published>2010-07-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:38:48.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom drama</title><content type='html'>So Breane needs to get ready for her date. We had just gotten back from swimming. I'm covered in clorine. I tell her, 'just give me 20 minutes, and the bathrooms all yours' ['at least what's left of it'--under my breath] she hears me anyway and gets a good laugh. You can't blame her, the vanity area is REALLY torn up. I haven't the heart to tell her, Dennis is yanking out the ONE remaining sink on tuesday. Who knows how long it will be before we have a working sink in there again. On the same subject, I tell Bryon this morning that we'll have to start washing our hands in the kitchen sink. "washing my hands??'' Oh, good one mom, like I WASH my hands!!!!'' Funny--disgusting but funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5074222155652558777?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5074222155652558777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5074222155652558777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5074222155652558777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5074222155652558777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/bathroom-drama.html' title='Bathroom drama'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-9157275049042249533</id><published>2010-07-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:58:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory issues</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a 'terrible, awful, horrible, no-good day!' Luckly, that passed and today was WAY fun. To set the scene, yesterday morning mom calls and tells me I can bring her house keys back before work afterall as she's not going to the doctor. I say, 'sure thing.' It is not until I'm on my way to her house that I discover that I don't HAVE her keys. They aren't where I thought they were and I haven't a clue where they are. Bad words! I go to mom's anyway and confess. Then to work, which was ok until Dallen talked to me. A couple of things I shouldn't have done. I'm close to tears for the rest of the day. I come home, go straight to bed and pray for a better day. This morning didn't feel much better but I had keys to find and a b-day to celebrate. The birthday was fun but the key thing bothered me [A LOT] So the perfect ending to a fun day, Mom calls, I'd dropped the keys at her place. I STILL feel and idiot but I can live with that as long as she has her keys. There's a lesson here, 'don't trust me with ANYTHING you might actually want BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-9157275049042249533?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9157275049042249533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=9157275049042249533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9157275049042249533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9157275049042249533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/memory-issues.html' title='Memory issues'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-9145138569078325019</id><published>2010-07-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:25:07.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational people--don't you just 'strongly dislike' them?</title><content type='html'>This morning I got a 'quick' rundown on the breakfast clean-up that I've agreed to do on Monday. As I tried really, really hard to listen to Sarah [and absorb] all she was telling me I couldn't help but be impressed with her. [I tried HARD not to be impressed] When I agreed to hire her a year or so ago, it was with deep reservations. She had gone about as low as you can go. She SAID she was turning her life around but---well, I had reservations. Today, she is an independant lady, running her life and getting more responsibilty daily. She now manages the apartment complex where she lives, does a WONDERFUL job with the Breakfast job AND is enrolling at DSC. [that's why I'm covering her breakfast clean-up] These are just the high-lights! It was clear that she'll never be happy just 'staying put', she'll always be reaching for something more. What a great example that was to me AND just what I needed to see. For a brief moment I wished I was enrolling in school. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't REALLY want to go back to school. However, I do  want to do more than just exsist. I hope the motivation I felt while I was with her doesn't fade TOO  fast, at least not before I get at least ONE project finished. That would be super!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-9145138569078325019?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9145138569078325019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=9145138569078325019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9145138569078325019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9145138569078325019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/motivational-people-dont-you-just.html' title='Motivational people--don&apos;t you just &apos;strongly dislike&apos; them?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7926450292630391491</id><published>2010-07-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:47:18.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night in the life of Wendy Doyle</title><content type='html'>3:00a.m. I wake to the sound of water running. First thought: someone has just been to the bathroom. The water continues to run well past the time that would take. 'Ok Wendy, did you forget to turn the water off?' The problem was I couldn't remember turning the water on? 'I best check, no point in wasting water. Get out of bed, check BOTH outside faucets, nope they are not running. Go back to bed, now I hear water hitting the outside of the wall my bed is against. 'Oh it must be rainning. But it wasn't rainning a minute ago. Get out of bed to check, nope, not rainning. Go back to bed, can STILL hear water. 'Maybe Breezy is up and her computer is on. Get out of bed, listen at Breezy's door. Nope, no computer. Go back to bed, still hear water. Get out of bed, check the side of the house. Yep, waters running. 'Oh crap, I have a busted water main!!!' Go back to bed, stress about my water line. Then it hits 'like a bolt from the black night' MY water main isn't on THAT side of the house. Get out of bed, find flashlight, check side of house. Yep, water IS hitting the side of the house. As the water hits me in the FACE I finally realize that my NEIGHBORS back yard watering system is ON and HIS sprinkler is hitting my house! Do you suppose I should tell him or just be a 'shadow in the night' everytime he waters? I think I'll tell him!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7926450292630391491?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7926450292630391491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7926450292630391491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7926450292630391491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7926450292630391491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/night-in-life-of-wendy-doyle.html' title='A night in the life of Wendy Doyle'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6607549474322006443</id><published>2010-07-03T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:47:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations in Heaven---</title><content type='html'>As the holidays come and go I sometimes imagine conversations Thad might have in heaven--'Morning Thad, Happy 4th of July!''Wasn't this your favorite earthly holiday?' 'Seems you've talked often about all the fun celebrations you had as a kid and later with your wife's family. It's a wonder no one was ever blown up!' 'Soooo how did they decorate your grave THIS year, flags, fireworks, PEPSI??' [Thad] 'nothing this year, guess they were busy.' [angel] 'NOTHING, again!' Bless Bridget, if it weren't for her, we'd miss most years. She took care of it this year, AGAIN. I'm going to put some red, white, and blue ballons on it on my way to work. iT'S hard to have a 4th of July without thinking of Thad, he enjoyed it so much. It's fun to see the kids seem to really like this holiday as well. Breezy and I are doing chicken tonight but then Bridget, the Bradster and family are going to join us for a few LEGAL fireworks. It should be a pleasant evening. I hope all of you have a wonderful Holiday. [no I'm NOT a day early, in Utah they don't celebrate if a holiday falls on a Sunday.] So today we celebrate. Hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6607549474322006443?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6607549474322006443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6607549474322006443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6607549474322006443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6607549474322006443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversations-in-heaven.html' title='Conversations in Heaven---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-308947162017474224</id><published>2010-07-02T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T06:28:51.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I told you so'---don't you just HATE that?</title><content type='html'>Alas, my 'contractor' was right. Yet again! He made me shop all week for a vanity mirror. Although there were several I was willing to settle for, he wouldn't let me buy anything. And then I found it,the PERFECT mirror for this vanity. It was at Tai Pan. [sp] Not only was it the perfect size and color, it was ON SALE! The first mirror I was willing to buy was around 75 dollars, I paid 37 for this one. It was a GREAT deal. It's so odd to be buying stuff for the 'finish' work already. It will be weeks or even months before anything actually goes in. He still has to 'move' wiring and patch sheetrock, not to mention tile and I'll have to paint but--- this time it has to be done this way because he needs to know where to move the wiring TO! Even though it's a bit hard to have stuff 'torn up' for so long it's nice to do the 'pay as you go' method so that when I actually start using it, EVERYTHING is paid for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-308947162017474224?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/308947162017474224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=308947162017474224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/308947162017474224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/308947162017474224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-told-you-so-dont-you-just-hate-that.html' title='&quot;I told you so&apos;---don&apos;t you just HATE that?'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4910006806694165134</id><published>2010-06-30T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:55:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True love---and light switches</title><content type='html'>Dennis is CRAZY! No really! He decides that he doesn't like the location of the upper switch in the dressing room. According to him, the previous genius that worked in there, put the switch to high. He decides it needs to 'go away!' He should have known better, few things in this house are as simple as they seem. It turns out that the afore mentioned genius wired that switch to the light in the garage. Huh?? Not the outdoor power, mind you, just the light. So in order to make the switch 'go away' he had to climb into the attic and run a new wire. While he was up there he discovered that the light he's attempting to get rid of is fastened to the rafters. He doesn't know how he's going to cut that loose. Now remember, this is all because he thought the switch was too high. So let me repeat, DENNIS IS CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4910006806694165134?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4910006806694165134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4910006806694165134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4910006806694165134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4910006806694165134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-love-and-light-switches.html' title='True love---and light switches'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5617849383760797579</id><published>2010-06-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:31:48.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvesting! Or not!</title><content type='html'>While Mom was 'out of town' I agreed to keep an eye on her place. One of the things that I 'felt' the need to do, was harvest her garden. [she has a REAL garden] So, I took the ONE tomatoe, a couple of cucumbers, and a TON of zucchini. I was happy with myself because, 'gee, I was helping mom out.' So yesterday she sends Monica out to 'harvest!' I saw what she harvested this morning. I guess I missed something. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believed that cucumber could get so big. I'm thinking dumptruck just to get rid of it. Don't think mom didn't kid me about what a poor harvester I was. Next time I swear, they'll be NOTHING they can harvest for at least a WEEK after they get back. by the by, her zucchini is fab!!! I've been eating it like it was cucumber. I'll have to actually COOK some before it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, I think it is so cute about Brynna's castle. Be prepared, when you DO take her to see it, she'll want to go inside! I'm sure that will be an experience you'll remember! Love and miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5617849383760797579?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5617849383760797579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5617849383760797579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5617849383760797579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5617849383760797579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/harvesting-or-not.html' title='Harvesting! Or not!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3954586597526561680</id><published>2010-06-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:20:59.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There MUST be an easier way---------</title><content type='html'>So my new Dressingroom Vanity was delivered today. Problem 1: Unboxing it. That was a much bigger chore than you would think. I didn't know there was that much cardboard anywhere in the world [and it's all in MY frontyard.] Did I mention that when they say curbside delivery, they MEAN it? So there my 900+ dollar Vanity sits infront of the stoop [on the sidewalk] with a blanket thrown over it. Why? There is no-way on 'god's green/brown earth' I am going to attempt to bring it inside. I just KNOW that I will damage it, and then where will I be? So there it sits until Dennis can come over and help bring it inside. Once inside, then what? It will be stored in my bedroom until he is ready to install it. That could be MONTHS! What was I thinking??? I'm still quite sure that this is all going to be worth it, but----it's going to be a LOOOOOONG few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3954586597526561680?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3954586597526561680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3954586597526561680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3954586597526561680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3954586597526561680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-must-be-easier-way.html' title='There MUST be an easier way---------'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6790755739629886496</id><published>2010-06-22T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:54:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?????</title><content type='html'>It's SHOPPING time! Yea!!! I can't believe that I'd get so excited about shopping. Boy, I MUST be bored. I think it's because Breezy wants to go to two of my favorite stores. I simply LOVE T.J.Max AND Kohl's. [I'll bet Rachel knew I loved Kohl's, afterall all the kids toys come from there.] Wendy, what do you NEED? Oh---nothing. I just LOVE to shop. I may not even buy anything. [riiiiiight!]&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning Dennis yanks [and I DO mean YANKS] out my bathroom vanity. He left the counter and braced it up. I told him, 'you know, I sit on the counter to put on my make-up.?' His response, 'DON'T!!!!!' It seems that I could not only tear it off the wall, I could mess up the plumbing as well. After listening to Brandon and Rachel over plumbing issues, I put a chair in the dressing room to remind me NOT to sit on the counter. I HOPE it works! I don't NEED [THERE'S THAT WORD] PLUMBING ISSUES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6790755739629886496?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6790755739629886496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6790755739629886496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6790755739629886496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6790755739629886496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?????'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4727766278799813517</id><published>2010-06-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:10:39.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lucky!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Spent yesterday working with 3 of my favorite people. Funny how it doesn't seem so much like work when the company is fun. I didn't even mind Breezy and Briddy 'picking on me.' It is fun to see how others see you. Liberty is so good at this job that things just seem to run smoother when she's running the day. I really MUST figure out how she does it. Breezy and I have 1 more day [today] and then we're 'off' for a couple of days. We plan to swim, shop and possibly 'detail' the car. &lt;br /&gt;We will be thinking of Jamie all week and praying that there is some GOOD news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4727766278799813517?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4727766278799813517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4727766278799813517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4727766278799813517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4727766278799813517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5757173460576129731</id><published>2010-06-16T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:21:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned---continued</title><content type='html'>5. Debt IS addictive! Less than 7 months ago I had ONE debt. The house, and I wasn't doing so bad on it. In fact it's worth a BIT more than I owe. So I look at my life and say, 'I can afford ONE more debt. I NEED a new car.'[need is such a relative word!] So now it's TWO debts but I'm still doing fine. Today, I NEED [there's that word again]a new bathroom vanity. To the tune of $956.24. Did it NEED a Granite top?, did it need to have 6 drawers? or did I NEED dovetail joints? No! to ALL of the above. Honesty prevails---I WANTED, all of the above. So, now it's THREE debts---where does it end???? A new debt for what? A place to wash my hands and store a few personal care items. Wouldn't a hose and a shoe box have done as well?&lt;br /&gt;6. DON'T spend your money BEFORE you make it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5757173460576129731?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5757173460576129731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5757173460576129731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5757173460576129731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5757173460576129731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-learned-continued.html' title='Lessons learned---continued'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-198383515559916086</id><published>2010-06-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:29:57.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned-----</title><content type='html'>Lesson one: If you MUST make derogatory comments, they'd better be directed at yourself. Such as, 'I have a very high opinion of myself, and with so little cause.'&lt;br /&gt;Lesson two: it is unwise to straight iron your thinning hair at the SAME moment that the neighbors are burning weeds.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson three: 'The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself...' and John, and Mel, and Dallen, and Briddy.....&lt;br /&gt;Lesson four: Never TRY to be amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson five: to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-198383515559916086?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/198383515559916086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=198383515559916086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/198383515559916086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/198383515559916086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned-----'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3167260417273299823</id><published>2010-06-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:10:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in time---</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those moments when everything is Perfect? All is right in your little world? Today was a perfect moment for me. At the ripe 'old age' of 51 I've FINALLY done it. I can now say that I have given the PERFECT gift. [and it only took me 51 years, Alright!] This was an early birthday gift for Boo. I DID IT, I FINALLY DID IT! Sorry, I had a brief 'flash back!' Now what was I saying? Oh yeah, the perfect gift. Boo LOVES Gone with the Wind. She has seen the movie [more than once] AND read the book [more than once] While I was shopping today [I NEEDED chocolate!] I ran into [not literally] a framed art picture of Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh. I was with Briddy. [love that girl] Briddy says, 'yes get it for her, she'll love it.' [So much for staying in my budget] I was so excited that I couldn't wait for her birthday. [I liked the picture too, so I was covered, if she didn't want it , I DID!] No, the dear girl DID NOT shower me with hugs but I could tell that she was VERY pleased. It now has a place of honor on her bedroom wall and everytime I look at it I'll know that ONCE I gave the PERFECT GIFT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3167260417273299823?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3167260417273299823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3167260417273299823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3167260417273299823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3167260417273299823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-in-time.html' title='A moment in time---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8629810837440672401</id><published>2010-06-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:22:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the 'Menopause Lane.'</title><content type='html'>I  remember a time when I would 'leap' out of bed so full of plans for the day that I couldn't wait to get started. Fast forward to today, where I'm in a 'mood' before I even open my eyes. What happened??? Did my 'cinderella' story have a few to many frogs,is my body giving out, what's up with this? I have FINALLY learned to enjoy the moment because I now know, 'this to shall pass.' But as I slunk out of bed this morning I couldn't help but wonder, 'when?' I'm beginning to think that this age isn't all it's craked up to be. In fairness though it is nice to have GROWN children whose company I so enjoy, the 'grand' children are TRULY 'grand', I can 'come and go' as I please, most of the money I earn goes to take care of me, ect. ect. You know, now that I think of it, my life's pretty darn sweet. I guess you simply have to see things from the 'right' angle. So to all of you, [my special darlings] 'Happy Monday!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8629810837440672401?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8629810837440672401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8629810837440672401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8629810837440672401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8629810837440672401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-menopause-lane.html' title='Life in the &apos;Menopause Lane.&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3802690187502466257</id><published>2010-06-06T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T06:10:42.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook???</title><content type='html'>Boo was bored yesterday so she decided to set me up with a facebook account. My head is going to explode! First, I'm still having trouble with the workings of my new phone and now THIS! If I'm rude or do anything that is an absolute no-no on facebook, please forgive me, I'm OLD! [I KNEW that would come in handy some day] In truth, all of this technology is WAY over my head! [I couldn't even jump up and catch it] I keep reminding myself that it's 'the good old days' BECAUSE it's OVER, but life DID seem a tad less complicated back in the day. Anyway, thanks to you sweeties that agreed to be my friend and please, do be  paient with me until I 'get it!' I am enjoying seeing what several different friends are 'up to' at once. Oh and Boo, I DID read your message I just didn't know what to do with it afterward. Happy Sunday all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3802690187502466257?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3802690187502466257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3802690187502466257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3802690187502466257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3802690187502466257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/facebook.html' title='facebook???'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-873799376580649029</id><published>2010-06-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:10:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Sights</title><content type='html'>Yep, you read it right. Now, sitting at Kortney's  graduation and wondering if teenagers were a whole 'nother species, is one thing, this week was something totally different. I get, that teenagers are going to look odd to me, afterall it's been 30 plus years since I was one. However, the sights I've seen defy description. First, the 250+lb young lady in the STRING bikini, then the OBVIOUSLY pregnant gal in the black MINI skirt AND stilettos, not to mention the fire truck, complete with lights going, in front of MY house!!! Ok, it wasn't ACTUALLY in FRONT of my house, two houses up, in fact, but it LOOKED like it was in FRONT of my house from where I was. This was my worst nightmare when my boys were little. That I'd drive home from work one day and see them sitting in front of the burned out shell that WAS my house, being lectured by the exhasted firefighters. When you live with 3 pyros. you HAVE fears!!! Anyway, I just want Brandon to know that the 'scuttle butt' is that CASEY started the fire and then forgot to put it out. Looks like some of the neighborhood pyros NEVER grew up. [burning weeds----RIGHT!!!!!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-873799376580649029?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/873799376580649029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=873799376580649029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/873799376580649029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/873799376580649029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/bizarre-sights.html' title='Bizarre Sights'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-1637890638639474370</id><published>2010-05-31T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:30:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermorial Day--2010</title><content type='html'>This day has been, well, not what I expected. First, I got a good nights sleep and woke up refreshed. Ok, off to work. My work day started at 8:40a.m. and ended at 5:10p.m. Alittle lonnnnnng. I decided [this morning while I felt refreshed] to bbq tonight. Not the best plan. When I was married Thad ALWAYS got the coals going and THEN I'd bbq. There was a reason!! I've had the steak on the coals since 6:40. It is now 7:23 and the steak is still pink, also, the grilled? potatoes are still crunchy. At this rate I'll be eating this dinner TOMORROW! While I was waiting Joe Eckman dropped by with some freshly caught trout. HOW SWEET! He remembered how much I love them. I haven't yet done ANY of the things I planned to do today. Bryon returns home tomorrow and his room STILL hasn't been cleaned. Oh well, tomorrow is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-1637890638639474370?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1637890638639474370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=1637890638639474370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1637890638639474370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/1637890638639474370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/mermorial-day-2010.html' title='Mermorial Day--2010'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6523679516108314950</id><published>2010-05-30T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:27:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermorial day--almost.</title><content type='html'>My darling daughter Bridget bought some flowers [with Jo's help] so I could 'mark' the graves here that meant something to me. I didn't have any trouble finding Thad's[wonder why?], but some of the others were a bit more difficult. Robyn's I have 'landmarked' so it wasn't to hard. Her's became harder after the pine tree was cut down but now I've 'marked' it based on home locations so I can usually find it. It was a special experience to kneel at her grave and just remember. The years have gone by so quickly. As I looked at the date and again realized that I wasn't even 7 years old at her passing it seemed unreal. Finding Mom and Dad Doyle's was harder than expected. I guess I need to visit it more often. I couldn't believe it had been over 20 years since Mom Doyle's passing. Nathen's was no trouble at all. I seem to have that one firmly 'marked' in my head. I was pleased to see how well 'marked' it was. I believe mine was the 4th 'marking' for it. Although I looked and looked, I could not find Dad's. I was disappointed. I guess I'm just not clear enough on where that one is. I took those flowers back to Thad's intending to put them, with the others, on his grave but changed my mind and put them on Blaine Eckman's instead. He was so good to Bryon at Thad's passing 'and well before' that I felt I should. I simply hope his family doesn't 'go crazy' trying to figure out who else wanted to 'mark' his grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance for a lovely visit with Bjorn today. What a treat. I do so love you. I have often wanted to refer to you as Son but felt that might not be appreciated. Just know I love you sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6523679516108314950?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6523679516108314950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6523679516108314950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6523679516108314950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6523679516108314950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/mermorial-day-almost.html' title='Mermorial day--almost.'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7772856142867020282</id><published>2010-05-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:07:36.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick note</title><content type='html'>Boo is letting me use her computer for a minute. I needed to check my bank statement and check this blog. All is well. I don't have my wireless right now. It seems that the router 'gave up the ghost.' I will be texting this week instead. If you don't want texts from me because you don't have 'unlimited' please let me know. I'd hate to cost anyone additional money. You can text me at [435]619-0677. What did I ever do without this phone. Oh, I didn't get a Droid, I got a Slider. Just so I could learn to text. Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7772856142867020282?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7772856142867020282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7772856142867020282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7772856142867020282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7772856142867020282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-9014615938688641269</id><published>2010-05-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:09:08.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day---</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning [hopefully!] we will be setting up our new cell phone accounts. Boo and I plan to go to Verizon first thing. We are thinking of getting that new phone, druod, I think. Anyway, it's something like that. Talk about a handheld computer. We heard  you could buy one, get one free. [right!!! At $199.00, the second one is free, and I'm 29] I'm alittle concerned about buying the newest technology but Boo thinks that this is what she wants. She does want an I-phone so we'll have to see what this one does. Anywho, I hope to be contacted with my usual number by mid-day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are feeling so sorry for wee little Hannah. We certainly hope that she is handling this as well as can be expected. That's so hard for the entire family. I guess Hannah won't be so inclined to play in the garbage. 'No, no, sweetheart, here's a TOY to play with!' poor little thing. We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-9014615938688641269?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9014615938688641269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=9014615938688641269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9014615938688641269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/9014615938688641269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-more-day.html' title='One more day---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-8121913938907668895</id><published>2010-05-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:21:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Happy Birthday to you--you live in a Zoo--'</title><content type='html'>Truer words were never spoken. [written?] Today [yesterday] we celebrate Bryon's Birthday. Today he wants to spend his Birthday with his friends so we celebrated yesterday. What a Birthday!! He had a Chess Tournament. He directed. He did such a good job setting it up [while he was sick and everything] but the turnout was dissapointing. The chess book I'd gotten him for his Birhtday has NOT arrived, Bridget expected to celebrate today,and Boo needed me to run her around for all her shopping/haircutting/ear piercing. So about 7:00p.m. we get ready to celebrate Bryon. Boo takes Bryon and I to dinner. We were going to Chili's but it was full so we went to Derango's. Dinner was good. We race home to clean-up before Bridget gets there. No go. Dennis follows us into the driveway, and Bridget arrives minutes later. She has a cake. So we sorta sing Happy Birthday, [no candles] eat cake and Bryon opens his cards. Bridget got him a gift card from 'Running World' and mine was from 'Barnes and Noble.' It may have not been much of a celebration but that does not reflect on how much we love Bryon. Our family would be so much less without him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON. WE LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8121913938907668895?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8121913938907668895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8121913938907668895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8121913938907668895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8121913938907668895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-you-you-live-in-zoo.html' title='&apos;Happy Birthday to you--you live in a Zoo--&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3872970611783087907</id><published>2010-05-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:10:03.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son, this is MY blog---</title><content type='html'>and I don't need no 'funny men' around to give it CHARACTER! It's pretty sad when the comments to a blog are better than the POST! Of course, I'm just 'ribbing' you. I think that I speak for all of us when I say,'We hold our 'collective' breathe to see what insightful/weird comment you will make. Where to you get this stuff??? I suppose I'll just have to be 'on my toes' to try and 'outdo' you. This WILL NOT be the post that does it!&lt;br /&gt;Update on the Doyle household: Bryon is getting better, slowly, oh so slowly! [why are men such babies when they're sick?] Boo is 'bored stiff' with my 'old lady' ways, the house is a mess and I have a weeks worth of work on my 'to do' list for today! Yep, things are going along pretty much as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Shel, cool shelf. If it helps, it looked straight to me. I LOVED the 'pocket' idea. You little 'homemaker' you.&lt;br /&gt;I best get started on my day before it's 'behind' me. Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3872970611783087907?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3872970611783087907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3872970611783087907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3872970611783087907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3872970611783087907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/son-this-is-my-blog.html' title='Son, this is MY blog---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3009900179007285757</id><published>2010-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:05:23.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of St. George-Beautification Project</title><content type='html'>I listened to a voicemail on my [Bridget's] phone that went something like this: 'Hello, this is the City of St. George-department of Beautification. Your yard has been red-flagged for broken bicyles, unregistered cars, ect. Please be aware that this call is a warning before fines and tickets are imposed. Thank you!' Ok, it's freakout time. I live in mortal fear of a call like this about my yard. The number meant NOTHING to me because this wasn't my phone where the perpetrators name would have come up. This was a joke that could have gone way too good. I can see me now, outside at 12:00a.m. weeding. 'I've got to lose these weeds before the MAN gets me!' Yeah, it was a pretty good joke. Just remember, 'I know where you LIVE, GABE!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3009900179007285757?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3009900179007285757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3009900179007285757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3009900179007285757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3009900179007285757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/city-of-st-george-beautification.html' title='City of St. George-Beautification Project'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4584360887327737683</id><published>2010-05-11T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:25:18.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Someone left the 'phone' out in the rain--'</title><content type='html'>Sung to the tune of 'Someone left the cake out in the rain--' What do you mean you've never heard that song? The 'Lettermen' sang it? What? you've NEVER heard of the Lettermen? From the '60's? Oh my, I AM old. Forgetful AND old! However, my darling daughter Bridget came riding in on her 'white Steed' and saved the day, again!! She lent me her phone until next Weds. when I can 'port' my current number WITHOUT early termination fees! The number I am using this week is: [435]862-7092. Isn't Bridget the 'bomb.' [or something like that.] Now about the song:&lt;br /&gt;'Someone left the cake out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think that I can take it,&lt;br /&gt;cuz it took so long to make it,&lt;br /&gt;and I may never have that recipe again--[and on and on]&lt;br /&gt;NO, I DON'T know what it means. Come on, the 60's was a TAD early for me. Karen used to listen to it, and listen to it, and---you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I admit Brandon this SHOULDN'T cost me $650. I can only pray!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4584360887327737683?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4584360887327737683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4584360887327737683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4584360887327737683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4584360887327737683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/someone-left-phone-out-in-rain.html' title='&apos;Someone left the &apos;phone&apos; out in the rain--&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-7831371831934612626</id><published>2010-05-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:34:17.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology is going to be 'the death of me!'</title><content type='html'>Imagine this--A day when you could NOT leave your phone outside to get 'rained' on, because---it was connected to the wall with a WIRE! Oh, the 'good ol' days!!!! Yep, you guessed it---my phone got a 'rain' bath. Worse yet, Dennis won't replace it even though it's his fault!!!! How? you may ask! I was expecting a call from him, so I took my phone outside where I was working. Yes, he did infact call. I get off the phone and lie it on the chair. I don't think about it again until this morning. It rained last night, the phone is NOT working, how could this NOT be Dennis's fault? He's playing the innocent but---- This is going to cost me BIG! I was within 2 weeks of changing phone companies. I planned to change to Verizon. I had wanted to take my current number with me. Now, I don't know. I have to pay Sprint until the END of may, [I've made THAT mistake before] but I need a phone NOW! Does anyone know how I should handle this??? Do tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7831371831934612626?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7831371831934612626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7831371831934612626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7831371831934612626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7831371831934612626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/technology-is-going-to-be-death-of-me.html' title='Technology is going to be &apos;the death of me!&apos;'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3277543278483417155</id><published>2010-05-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:16:52.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm covered in GLORY!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe it's 'hard water deposits' and I don't know the difference. For those of you with an 'on site' male, this will mean nothing but---I got my swamp cooler up and running ALL BY MYSELF!!! Well almost! Bryon DID take the panels down for me yesterday, but other than that ME, MYSELF, AND I did it. I took out the old pads, scraped the panels, put in the new pads, turned the water on to it, checked the pump AND motor, oiled it, and WALLAH, cool air! In all fairness, if there had been ANYTHING wrong with it I would have been LOST! And futhermore, if Dennis hadn't taken such good care of it LAST year, there surely WOULD have been something wrong. All that aside however, it does give me a feeling of independence, which I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;Going to grab some lunch and a quick nap, then it's shopping time. This day is going to be GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3277543278483417155?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3277543278483417155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3277543278483417155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3277543278483417155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3277543278483417155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-covered-in-glory.html' title='I&apos;m covered in GLORY!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7814958860834595576</id><published>2010-05-04T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:10:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of IDEAS!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm off for the day. Boo and I plan to go shopping. I can't remember what it is she wants to get but I need Mother's day gifts. The problem is, that my mind is mush.[spring FEVER I guess.] I have in the neighorhood of 6 or 7 mothers that I want to remember. I need ideas for Mom, stepmothers, kids, friends, ect. If anyone has an idea that is useful, cute, fun, ect. please let me know. Shel, if you happen to read this, I'd send you a card but with your move I don't know how to reach you. I hope you have a wonderful Mother's day darling! Ditto to you, Shar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Rachel, I'm sorry that I didn't call you this weekend. It seemed that the days were gone before I knew it. I hope that things are well with both of you and your darling family. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7814958860834595576?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7814958860834595576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7814958860834595576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7814958860834595576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7814958860834595576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-need-of-ideas.html' title='In need of IDEAS!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2447071705028121452</id><published>2010-05-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:39:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe I'm not!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did the title GET you.? Well duh, Of Course you're not Marilyn Monroe Wendy! This is how it played out. I'm 'home alone' and taking a shower. Too much water, too much steam? Who knows! Anyway, I lose my breathe. I feel like I'm getting NO air. [with all the noise I'm making that's probably NOT the case but that's what it feels like] I step out of the shower [leave it running] I'm walking down the hallway trying to get some air and all I can think is, 'you're not Mrilyn Monroe, NO ONE wants to find you NAKED in your hallway!!!!' Luckily no one did! A lesson to be learned here---ok, what it is escapes me, but I'm surethere's a lesson in there SOMEWHERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2447071705028121452?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2447071705028121452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2447071705028121452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2447071705028121452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2447071705028121452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/05/marilyn-monroe-im-not.html' title='Marilyn Monroe I&apos;m not!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2752636541329116925</id><published>2010-04-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:54:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember----</title><content type='html'>'Do you remember that rosebush by the patio. How Mom would weed around it, nuture it, and each spring when it would start to bloom, she'd cut the flowers, she'd ALWAYS have one sitting on the kitchen counter, in a bud vase, so she could enjoy it while she was puttering around the kitchen?' Ok, neither do I! Forgive an old woman for trying to plant memories in her GROWN childrens heads. Now, about the rosebush. This particular bush was a gift from Dennis several 'Mother's days' ago. For lack of a better place, I planted it by the patio. I then ignored it for a couple of years. It offered to die several times. I'm like, 'go ahead, I can buy another one that looks just like you! No one will be the wiser.' Jump ahead to this year--I was too cheap to buy plant fertilizer--I can up with my own--coffee grounds and food scraps--this rosebush LOVES the stuff. [go figure!] It is totally beautiful this year. And yes, I am cutting the flowers and putting them in a vase. I did INDEED weed around the darn thing. The way I figure, if I live another decade or so, the bush continues to love my fertilizer, and my MADE-UP memory will be a REAL one. One can only hope. By the by, Thanks for the pictures on your blog Rachel, it's nice to know, your family is 'safe and sound, back in 'good ol' Provo!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2752636541329116925?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2752636541329116925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2752636541329116925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2752636541329116925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2752636541329116925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember----'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8542928538706388701</id><published>2010-04-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:31:00.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't see the Mall--Where's the Mall, Boo????</title><content type='html'>We are home for tonight at least. Boo was having a difficult time with such a big diet change, so we decided to come home a day early. Bryon and I plan to do a day trip tomorrow. Back to the Mall- we went to Ely Nevada on purpose. However, when we got there the trains were only running weekends. It is a rather small town, with little to offer in the way of shopping. We are looking at the map, Eureka is only 83 miles away AND it's printed in much BIGGER letters. We decide that it is probably a MUCH larger town. We head out, with visions of all the cool shopping we are going to do. We don't even mind the 1000 foot climb. I kid you not, if you were to blink, you'd miss Eureka. We are diving along happily when we realize that we just PASSED Eureka. 'I didn't see the mall-Where's the mall Boo??' Yes indeed, that IS what I said. Luckily they did have a 'Best Western' [not a very good one, mind you] so we ended up staying the night. Only two places to eat so we ate cold cereal and veggies in our room. The motel DID have a spa pool that Boo made use of. When we pulled out at 8:45a.m. this morning the sidewalks were still pulled up. Do I reccomend a trip to Eureka? Not hardly!!! We did a lot of driving, Miss Eva was such a lady, and had a lovely visit with Brandon, so 'all in all' it was a pretty good time.  Love to all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8542928538706388701?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8542928538706388701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8542928538706388701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8542928538706388701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8542928538706388701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-see-mall-wheres-mall-boo.html' title='I don&apos;t see the Mall--Where&apos;s the Mall, Boo????'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6996605048630694740</id><published>2010-04-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:29:38.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy-fun-day off</title><content type='html'>I've had the craziest day! I had a 10:00a.m. appointment with my insurance agent[cancelled], and 11:00a.m. hair appointment. My hairdresser gave me a wonderful idea for Serenity's birthday gift. I had to run out and get that AND stuff to take to her party, I'm making a berry dessert for Dennis to try, AND I managed a one hour nap. How good am I? While I was at the hairdressers my insurance agent came by with a birthday gift for me. It was waiting on my doorstep. First you must know that this agent carries my LIFE insurance AND he knows about the road trip next week. So what did he give me? You may well ask!!! An ACCIDENT kit. What???? No really, it's a Farmers Insurance ACCIDENT kit. If it weren't so darn cute I might? be offended. It is darling. It has a form to fill out an accident report, a card about what you should do when you are in an accident, a flashlight, whistle, tapemeasure, pen and some emergency food. This is all contained in a cute pouch that fits in the glove box. However---I can't help ut wonder---does my LIFE insurance pay him a 'kick-back' if they have to payout on me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6996605048630694740?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6996605048630694740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6996605048630694740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6996605048630694740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6996605048630694740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-fun-day-off.html' title='Crazy-fun-day off'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-853520166265025495</id><published>2010-04-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:21:13.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and whimpering!!!</title><content type='html'>So----Hi all!! I haven't posted this week cuz I was too busy whimpering and whinning!!! How's that for a wasted week. We are looking forward to the visit from the 'Northern Utahn's' at the end of the week. I can't wait to see the grandkids. They have grown so much. Also, being able to celebrate Serenity's birthday will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Work has been 'crazy busy' so I am really looking forward to 'hitting the road' next week. We still don't know where we are going, we just know we ARE going! It should be an adventure.[to quote Shel] Picture this: 'two lonely females without a plan between them, taking off to parts unknown with only a SLIGHT idea where any given road will take them. Day 4 will arrive and it will be, 'so how do we get home from HERE!?' If any of you receive a call from ANY of the 48 states [not counting what's not part of the MAINLAND] from me, please, PLEASE pick-up. I'll probably need directions!!! Hugs to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-853520166265025495?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/853520166265025495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=853520166265025495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/853520166265025495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/853520166265025495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/04/alive-and-whimpering.html' title='Alive and whimpering!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6425997842163440579</id><published>2010-04-03T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:30:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The HIGHER Standard WILL prevail-----NOT!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I MUST ask-why is it, that when two apposing standards colide--the LOWER standard prevails??? I ask because the 'roommates' and I have different standards when it comes to cleanliness. Mine is SLIGHTLY higher than either of theirs. So we live with MY standard and everyone is happy, right? [maybe in the movies!!!] I find that as time goes on my standard is getting lower and LOWER! I NEVER thought I'd see the day when the kitchen didn't get mopped in a 'month of sundays, or my 'watercloset' had a RING! I can't decide why it is that Bryon and Boo get it THEIR way. Does anyone out there have the answer, this is driving me NUTS! I try and I try but my motivation is no-where to be found. It's like, 'why bother? it'll be dirty again in MINUTES.' I just want ya'll to know that when you leave my house and have to scrape the 'gunk' off the bottom of your shoes, 'IT ISN'T MY FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That having been said: I want each of you to know that I didn't 'do' Easter this year. No, you were NOT singled out to be ignored, I simply didn't do ANYTHING this time around. The girls and I are coloring eggs tonight but that's it. It's been years and YEARS since I didn't 'do' even one basket. It felt kinda weird, in a nice sorta way. Anywho, hope you all have a wonderful Easter and know I love you whether you got a card or not. [I'm guessing not!] Hugs to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6425997842163440579?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6425997842163440579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6425997842163440579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6425997842163440579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6425997842163440579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/04/higher-standard-will-prevail-not.html' title='The HIGHER Standard WILL prevail-----NOT!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5178609832067018245</id><published>2010-03-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:12:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead cat in the garbage can!</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd write the UGLY truth about the 'dead cat on the sidewalk' saga. As B's and I were headed off to work Saturday morning there was a cat on the side of the lawn. It looked familiar to both of us. We didn't know who it belonged to. The cat seemed to be feeling- well, not so good. We both felt sorry for it. I was like, 'oh, someone's kitty isn't doing so good!' We leave for work. When we get home that night it is laid out on the sidewalk DEAD! I guess it REALLY wasn't feeling well. I made some effort to find out if one of the neighbors owned it. [not much,  cuz I had to walk PAST it everytime I went outside.] I decided to leave it 'as is' so whoever owned it would find it. [that AND the fact that I wasn't ABOUT to touch it.] Next morning it was STILL there. B's asked if I was  going to take care of it. NOT HARDLY! I call Dennis-not available-damn MEN everywhere!!! B's talks me into holding the bag while SHE puts the cat in it. Ok, I guess I can do that. It was worse than expected!! I'm sorta holding the bag-looking the other way-she throws the cat AT the bag-by pure luck it went in! So now we have a DEAD cat in a bag. What to do? I'm late for work, so it's, 'just put it in the trash can!' Isn't that TERRIBLE! I have someone's PET decomposing in my TRASH can. I feel EXACTLY like Brandon said, 'if a random animal MUST die, please, PLEASE do it somewhere ELSE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5178609832067018245?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5178609832067018245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5178609832067018245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5178609832067018245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5178609832067018245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead-cat-in-garbage-can.html' title='Dead cat in the garbage can!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-2379404415627368511</id><published>2010-03-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:27:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families---ya gotta love um!</title><content type='html'>Went to visit mom yesterday. My sister Heidi was already there. We were visiting and the subject came up of mine and Heidi's first surgeries. It was ever so funny. The three of us had such a laugh. We were all thinking of the SAME incident BUT you'd never know it. We each had different parts that had stood out to us. It made me think how wonderful it is to have others that were there in ours pasts that we can remember stuff with. [even if we don't remember it the same.] Families---THE'RE THE GREATEST! Here's to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2379404415627368511?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2379404415627368511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2379404415627368511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2379404415627368511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2379404415627368511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/families-ya-gotta-love-um.html' title='Families---ya gotta love um!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200041967529720989.post-4175193034128029861</id><published>2010-03-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:29:55.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutter Monster</title><content type='html'>Help!!! I've been invaded! The 'CLUTTER MONSTER' HAS TAKEN UP RESIDENCE!   I think that I'm getting a handle on the monster, I turn my back, and----oh my! How do you all handle this? I KNOW that less stuff is the answer, but--- what to discard? Bre has come up with an answer that works for her. I can't do it though. Have ONLY 100 items. I have that in my CLOSET alone. I think that I need Heather. She seems to have a good handle on 'what to keep and what to let go of.' So, if the next time you 'drop by' and can't find me for all my CLUTTER just know that Heather said, 'No way, Aunt Wendy, you're on your OWN!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4175193034128029861?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4175193034128029861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4175193034128029861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4175193034128029861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4175193034128029861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/clutter-monster.html' title='Clutter Monster'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2994056934508734063</id><published>2010-03-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:26:40.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life is such a gas! What a week!! The HIGH points were: Dennis's b-day, St. Paddy's day, paint day[again], 3 CRAZY work days,  [this one was 91/2 hours], Oh wait---today is a NEW week. I hope that doesn't mean that this one will be CRAZY too. I truly LOVE working with both daughters. I don't know why girls I raised are so cool, but there you have it. Maybe it's like the saying goes. 'It takes a village to raise a child.' I must have had a GREAT village. &lt;br /&gt;I stopped by and saw Mom for a few this morning. What a WONDERFUL mother I have. I went by today especially because it was Karen's birthday and I thought mom might be sad. I think maybe she was,  not that it showed. Of course it must help some to know that her daughter was a amazing woman. Mom must be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks to-do list. Work four more crazy days, meet with my Farmers agent about insurance, dentist appointment for Bre, Check out shop on the paint job, get tomatoe plant in the GROUND, water, clean house, ect. ect.  I suppose it's just THAT time of year when I'm simply crazy busy. Oh, I almost forgot my stepmom's b-day is next monday. I think I'll get her a gift card for some paint supplies [she's an artist] so the list just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Missing  the grand babies. Their pictures are so darn cute. It would fun to see them. I MUST plan that in. Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2994056934508734063?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2994056934508734063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2994056934508734063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2994056934508734063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2994056934508734063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-week.html' title='What a week!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-5856266510410445946</id><published>2010-03-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T05:00:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Paddy's Day All!</title><content type='html'>I, with considerable company, am a 'adopted' Irish today. I have alittle more right than some. I mean, Thad's heritage IS Irish Catholic. I figure my marriage to him gives me some right to claim that heritage. Anyway, this is one of my favorite holidays. Bre and I have SUCH plans. First, we have some awesome food we plan to make today. Do you kids remember 'corn beef hash'? Well, we're NOT making that. [Angie BEGGED me not to.] We do have a booklet full of Irish recipes so we plan to have fun. Also, Bre has a dentist appointment and we plan to shop for flowers for the yard. I may even try my hand at balloon filling again. I hope? to get SOME housework done and we are having some of our favorite people over for 'food and fun' tonight. [I spoke to be the one to make the 'lime green' jello. It's a cool recipe though] Anywho, I hope ya'll have a truly AWESOME day. Love to each of you. My family [extended included] is the best. [even if we're NOT Irish!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-5856266510410445946?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5856266510410445946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=5856266510410445946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5856266510410445946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/5856266510410445946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-paddys-day-all.html' title='Happy St. Paddy&apos;s Day All!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-4245412260282449117</id><published>2010-03-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:54:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more NEW things---well--MAYBE a new bathroom</title><content type='html'>I'm TOTALLY off new stuff! Why? You may well ask! I just worked a 8 hour shift and then buzzed home to clean Miss Eva. Now, I don't MIND washing a new car, it's just that the little Miss refuses to STAY new. Every time I wash her I find a NEW little mark of use. How can that be? She's just a baby!! I try so hard and yet try as I might that little lady just keeps getting OLDER! I'd swear off letting ANYONE ride in her if it weren't for the fact that MOST of the use marks are on the DRIVERS side. What to do? NO MORE NEW STUFF!!!! I mean AFTER my new bathroom of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's what's up down in 'good ol' St. George [was George REALLY a Saint?] Mom's plumbing is now IN! We are waiting to see how it works BEFORE filling the hole and cementing it. Mom's got some SERIOUS health issues. She will be under Dr. Price's WATCHFUL eye for the forseeable future. They are looking at Kidney trouble. [She needs THAT like a hole in her head!] She remains Upbeat and sweet, beyond words, as always! What a gal!&lt;br /&gt;The painting is NOT done. Saturday just would not come together. Between the weather and Dennis needing to get the wiring in, it just didn't happen. I've promised ANOTHER day to him. I hope to finish it on Thursday. [NOT using weds. THAT'S my PARTY day! can't WAIT!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anniversary of Thad's death has come and gone. This makes 12 years now. Kids, that man would be so proud of all of you, as am I!!! I love you Tons! Dinny and Mom remembered yet again. How very sweet they are. They gave us a HUGE basket filled with fruits and veggies. It don't get much sweeter than that.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis celebrated a b-day today. I got him a HUGE cookie [private joke] and some ballons. I bought that kit at Wal-mart and filled them myself. What a 'big girl' I'm getting to be. Be proud! Later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-4245412260282449117?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4245412260282449117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=4245412260282449117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4245412260282449117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/4245412260282449117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-new-things-well-maybe-new.html' title='No more NEW things---well--MAYBE a new bathroom'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-17387849293227442</id><published>2010-03-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:18:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful what you wish for---or who you TELL!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm telling Dennis that I need to pick-up some 'odd' jobs to make up for the money I'm NOT making at Coral Hills. [it's been pretty slow!] I didn't even think he heard me, the next thing I know, he's offering me a job to paint a ceiling. Ok, how hard can that be? I've seen the ceiling and have an idea of it's size. I give him a bid. [PLEASE don't hold me to THAT bid!!] I go take another look at it tonight. HOW, did I miss the fact that part of it is 12 feet HIGH! AND he wants it painted 4 times. Twice with primmer and twice with paint AND he wants it done by THIS weekend. Oh my! I thought the 25 dollars I made for DEEP cleaning Bre's bedroom was hard work. Maybe I should just get a second job, it would likely be EASIER! We also went to buy the parts for Mom's plumbing job tonight. 66 dollars and change. I guess I AM painting a ceiling this week. It's ok though, I don't mind helping Mom out, besides we spent some time checking out the bathroom displays while we were out. THAT'S going to be a GREAT project!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-17387849293227442?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/17387849293227442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=17387849293227442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/17387849293227442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/17387849293227442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/careful-what-you-wish-for-or-who-you.html' title='Careful what you wish for---or who you TELL!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3143387138439047518</id><published>2010-03-04T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:59:33.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Breane!!</title><content type='html'>In my last post I was talking about 'Money being the root of ALL evil', well, I have proof!!!! Bre asked me if she owed me any money for the rest of the month. I tried HARD to think of a reason she did. No dice, but---as I'm thinking so very hard I realize that I had charged her for rent TWICE in the past month. Oh my goodness, she hadn't owed me over 200 dollars, she'd only owed me 75. [she's even paid twice for her cell phone.] I'm telling you, I felt so GREEDY! She was a total sweetheart and we agreed, to more money until April 16th. [talk about 'paying forward']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick word about Kaleb-he's in the hospital in Provo. I hope they're taking really good care of our 'little guy' My love to they family there. We will be thinking of you and praying for his QUICK recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise-if you'll talk to me--I WON'T ask for money. This means everyone. I'm so ashamed of myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3143387138439047518?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3143387138439047518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3143387138439047518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3143387138439047518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3143387138439047518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-breane.html' title='I love you, Breane!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7401947102917151313</id><published>2010-03-03T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:39:22.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The root of ALL evil---</title><content type='html'>Going to the bank today was pretty fun. My entire check, into savings, the 235.00 Bre owed me, into savings, Bryon, standing alongside me, paying 540.00 into MY savings. [there was enough in my checking to cover this months bills already] WOW, life IS good, and then it hit---neither of my room-mates owes me ANY money. Damn, I NEED more MONEY! [could this have ANYTHING to do with the new GRANITE vanity I want to buy for the NEW dressing room.?] You should HEAR the plans. Once we get mom's plumbing problem solved we should be able to start with THAT room. I'm getting new lighting, a new vanity, tile floor, full lentgh mirror, it's going to be SOOO cool. Also, the doorway from my bedroom to it, will be walled in. I can hardly wait TO START but---Mom MUST come first, I mean MY drains actually DRAIN! Anyway, I hope ALL your plans are HAPPY ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7401947102917151313?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7401947102917151313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7401947102917151313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7401947102917151313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7401947102917151313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/03/root-of-all-evil.html' title='The root of ALL evil---'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-7738930691399523694</id><published>2010-02-25T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:07:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a BLAST! I LOVE days like that! My hair was done by a gal I've only had do it once before. I think that I might have a new hairdresser. She seems to really have a 'feel' for it. Anyway, that got done and then it was 'off to Mom's.' We went to get her 'blood draw.' I asked if she felt like lunch from 'Panda Express.' She did, so we did. We ate at her house and just 'chilled' for a couple of hours until her doctor appointment. She let me make a'fire.' How very brave of her!! That was fun as I haven't done that for awhile. There is a 'nac' to making a fire and I knew that. They have made it pretty easy so 'no worries!' Dinny called to check-up on us. Geesh Di, I THINK mom is safe with me! Actually, I thought it was pretty cute how she worries! After mom's appointment I grabbed a 'hot &amp;ready' pizza for the family and then it was off to home. I was just getting settled in when Briddy called to see if she could come visit. How fun!!! She stayed for awhile and we had a lovely visit. I had such a great day that there is NO WAY I want to work today. Oh well, I must pay those bills somehow. I mean I don't owe another payment on Miss Eva until March 21st. but--- the day WILL come. Hugs to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-7738930691399523694?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7738930691399523694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=7738930691399523694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7738930691399523694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/7738930691399523694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/best.html' title='THE BEST!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-8770727102779909783</id><published>2010-02-24T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:55:13.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dennis!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning Dennis calls. I discover that he will be home a day ealier than I thought. I knew that if he 'ran true to form' the first words out of his mouth would be: 'how's your mom?' Trust me, when he asks, I had BETTER know. [talk about a 'son-in-law' wannabe!] So, I decided that I had better check on mom yesterday afternoon. She was fine, but--could use a little help today with appointments. Dennis you're the BEST! Now I get to spend time with mom today. I'll bet she wouldn't have asked if I hadn't gone over. I have a hair appointment in 45 minutes or so, and then it's just mom and me. This is going to be so good!!! Oh, by the by, Mom IS having some issues with her plumbing. I hope WE can get it fixed. If not, we may be asking for help/advice, so be warned. &lt;br /&gt;Off I go! Love to ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-8770727102779909783?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8770727102779909783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=8770727102779909783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8770727102779909783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/8770727102779909783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/thanks-dennis.html' title='Thanks Dennis!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3759089819409701067</id><published>2010-02-22T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:23:44.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Crazy??</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have a day off. Yeah! I think that I'll take down the Valentine's decorations and 'put up' the St. Patrick's. [I'm justified now that I FINALLY got Brandon's and Rachels gift sent their way] People will start asking my kids, 'Is she CRAZY?' and they'll say, 'Yes, WE think so!' I suppose that it's just that I don't have anything better to do. I mean, I don't get 'out and about' the way I should. [would LOVE to see those grandkids but--] So, I'll just stay here and decorate to my hearts content. I told Bryon to pay attention to the fact that the box his brake pads came in was green. I bought the pads and Dennis made HIM put them on the 'flash mobile.' Anyway, about the box--It was green--therefore he can consider himself 'St. Partick'd.' How cheap am I? Well, you 'cut' where you can. I love you all tons and tons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3759089819409701067?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3759089819409701067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3759089819409701067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3759089819409701067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3759089819409701067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I Crazy??'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-3466769482554662541</id><published>2010-02-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:51:17.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Brandon!!</title><content type='html'>Son, I can't remember your cell phone #. I need you to know that Dennis will be in Provo tomorrow. [Monday 22nd] He will be at 'Sportman's Warehouse' [on University, I think] at 7:00p.m. I would like you to go by there at that time because he agreed to bring your Valentine's remembrance up with him and that is the time when you can pick it up. He'd bring it to you except that he's going to be pulling a trailer and your streets are narrow. I hope you read this so that you can get it. [I'm already a week late!] I just wanted you kids to know that I DID think of you AND that I do LOVE you. Kiss the family. Oh also, your home phone line has a full voicemail so I couldn't leave a message. Have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-3466769482554662541?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3466769482554662541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=3466769482554662541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3466769482554662541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/3466769482554662541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/attention-brandon.html' title='Attention Brandon!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-6413792972431289767</id><published>2010-02-17T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:20:29.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Hi all! I haven't had much to say so, for once, I kept quiet. I was AMAZED that my NEW car took 3 hours to clean. I HATE to think how much time it will take when it's NOT new. In my defense, I DID clean the interior as well as washing and waxing. But 3 HOURS!!!?? Geesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2,800.00. This is what the Federal Government seems to think I deserve for being gainfully employed, a homeowner, and had a minor child during the year. I've always taken the money and wisely?? spent it, but I've never GOTTEN it! How can I be intitled to MORE than I actually PAID! I'm sure I'll be singing another tune next year when they decide that I have very deep pockets. Is it just me, or is the tax system a BIT unequal??? The City of St. George has already decided that my deep? pockets can afford an additional 10 dollars a month on my mortgage. This because I should pay an unreasonable amount in property tax. I like this city and all, but good heavens my tax is MORE than 2 mortgage payments a year. How do they justify this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-6413792972431289767?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6413792972431289767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=6413792972431289767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6413792972431289767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/6413792972431289767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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-8200041967529720989.post-2310055977923656690</id><published>2010-02-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:29:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED BRAIN food!!!!!</title><content type='html'>'Oh, this is so cute! Kaleb is getting so big!!!' So says Bridget while looking at the computer. I'm on the other side of the kitchen thinking, 'Kaleb??? Kaleb who?' When the light FINALLY clicked to the ON position, I felt like the Worst Grandee ever. How!?? do you forget your own Grandsons name??? Or, in the mail yesterday, when I received some cards painted by Grandma Anna. I actually WONDERED why she sent duplicates. UNTIL I offered some to Bridget. OF COURSE, she sent extra so I could share!? Well duh!!! Guess What Wendy???? It's NOT all about YOU!!! My brain is turning to mush before my very eyes. [I prefer to believe that over, 'I ain't never been the sharpest knife in the drawer!']  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, [please] I have the day off and intend to enjoy it! After I drop Bre at work, I need to get an oil change, shop for food for the superbowl gig, finish my Valentine's shopping, decorate for said Superbowl and possibly do some actual WORK around here. [probably not though] It should be a fun day. [just between you and me, Bryon gets SOCKS for Valentine's--I'll teach him yet to quit using his socks for SHOES!! You should see them--can we say BLACK!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200041967529720989-2310055977923656690?l=wdoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2310055977923656690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200041967529720989&amp;postID=2310055977923656690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2310055977923656690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200041967529720989/posts/default/2310055977923656690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdoyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-brain-food.html' title='I NEED BRAIN food!!!!!'/><author><name>wendypepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622624380407466162</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></feed>
