<?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-24352050</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:13:03.760-05:00</updated><category term='hey gals have a laugh'/><category term='OLD TIME DRUGS'/><category term='Keep on dancing'/><category term='INTERVIEW WITH GOD'/><category term='Familys are important remember the old people'/><category term='happy Fall 2009'/><title type='text'>Grandmothers-Attic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-7992315359239219646</id><published>2010-09-25T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:36:00.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTERVIEW WITH GOD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING, Worth watching - will make your day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already had the pleasure, you are in for a treat!  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the sound&lt;br /&gt; please click on:&lt;a title="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html" href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;The interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-7992315359239219646?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/7992315359239219646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=7992315359239219646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7992315359239219646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7992315359239219646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2010/09/absolutely-breathtaking-worth-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-6364384234408864012</id><published>2010-02-12T13:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:09:35.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey gals have a laugh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WZK6zt5LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/N6k7baQfIBg/s1600-h/Funny+Stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437420537983657138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WZK6zt5LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/N6k7baQfIBg/s320/Funny+Stuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WY0Uo1LSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4dPxt4ukk04/s1600-h/back+ends+ladys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437420149780327714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WY0Uo1LSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4dPxt4ukk04/s320/back+ends+ladys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WYjvd9rzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/g0h1YGTz4zo/s1600-h/ATT023541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437419864924729138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WYjvd9rzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/g0h1YGTz4zo/s320/ATT023541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINE WORDS WOMEN USE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Send this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Send this to all the women you know to give them a good laugh, cause they know it's true!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-6364384234408864012?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/6364384234408864012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=6364384234408864012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/6364384234408864012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/6364384234408864012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2010/02/nine-words-women-use-1-fine-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/S3WZK6zt5LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/N6k7baQfIBg/s72-c/Funny+Stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-1068710691578264033</id><published>2009-11-02T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:25:28.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy Fall 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"HAPPY FALL Y'ALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one pumpkin to another!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was asked by a coworker, 'What is it like to be a Christian?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coworker replied, 'It is like being a pumpkin.'  God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.  Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed.  Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was passed on to me by another pumpkin.  Now it's your turn to pass it to other pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-1068710691578264033?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/1068710691578264033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=1068710691578264033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/1068710691578264033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/1068710691578264033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-fall-yall-from-one-pumpkin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-1590235395438584759</id><published>2009-10-28T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:08:53.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SuiIk9fy0yI/AAAAAAAAAgM/D0ba7VO4LaA/s1600-h/full+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SuiIk9fy0yI/AAAAAAAAAgM/D0ba7VO4LaA/s320/full+moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397714321968124706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-1590235395438584759?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/1590235395438584759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=1590235395438584759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/1590235395438584759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/1590235395438584759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SuiIk9fy0yI/AAAAAAAAAgM/D0ba7VO4LaA/s72-c/full+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-2765586303540577461</id><published>2009-03-04T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:56:17.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shrek,  Brad Pitt and Jennifer Lopez were all having lunch together.  &lt;br /&gt;  Shrek said, 'I have always thought that I'm the  strongest man in the World, but how can I be sure?   &lt;br /&gt; Brad Pitt said, 'I'm pretty sure I'm the hottest man  alive but I've Never had it confirmed.'&lt;br /&gt;  Jennifer  Lopez agreed. 'I'm told I'm the sexiest of them all, but Sometimes  I wonder.'&lt;br /&gt;  They all decided that the best way to  find out if their beliefs were true was to approach the wicked  Queen's mirror to confirm for them whether Shrek was the  strongest, Brad Pitt was the hottest and Jennifer Lopez was the  sexiest.   They agreed to meet again the next day for  lunch to discuss their findings.&lt;br /&gt; The next day Shrek  walked up with a smile. 'Well, it's true. The mirror told me that  I am the strongest man in the world.' &lt;br /&gt; Brad Pitt  followed and boasted, 'It is true, it has been confirmed that I am  the hottest man alive!!'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jennifer  Lopez walked in, head bent, tears in her eyes and asked, "Who in  the hell is FRAN WRIGHT?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;After  you can control your laughter...&lt;br /&gt; click on 'Forward' and  change to your name~     &lt;br /&gt; Give  your friends a good chuckle for the day:) Have  Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst copy this one , then take my name out and put yours in !!! &lt;br /&gt;Every one will have a good laugh!    And right now we need all the laughs we can get!      FRan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-2765586303540577461?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/2765586303540577461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=2765586303540577461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/2765586303540577461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/2765586303540577461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2009/03/shrek-brad-pitt-and-jennifer-lopez-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-5580591465606211323</id><published>2009-03-02T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:45:31.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the&lt;br /&gt;Best prayers&lt;br /&gt;I think I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY THIS EVEN IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;I started not to do this,   but as I read it...&lt;br /&gt;I understood God to say,&lt;br /&gt;  'You need a miracle tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;  so here goes...Prov. 29:25 You never know&lt;br /&gt;when God is going to bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen when&lt;br /&gt;you least expect them to !!&lt;br /&gt;Change the number in the subject box&lt;br /&gt;when you forward it by adding one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I thank You for this day,&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for my being able to see&lt;br /&gt;and to hear this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because You are&lt;br /&gt;a forgiving and  understanding God.&lt;br /&gt;You have done so much for me&lt;br /&gt;and You keep on blessing me.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me this day for everything&lt;br /&gt;I have done, said, or thought&lt;br /&gt;that was not pleasing to you.I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;from all danger and harm.&lt;br /&gt;  Help me to start this day&lt;br /&gt;with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make the best of each and every day&lt;br /&gt;to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.&lt;br /&gt;Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not whine and whimper&lt;br /&gt;about things I have over which I have no control.And give me the best response&lt;br /&gt;when I'm pushed beyond my limits.I know that when I can't pray,&lt;br /&gt;You listen to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be&lt;br /&gt;a blessing to others.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me strong that I may help the weak...&lt;br /&gt;Keep me uplifted that I may have&lt;br /&gt;words of encouragement for others.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who are lost&lt;br /&gt;and can't find their way.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who are misjudged&lt;br /&gt;and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who&lt;br /&gt;don't know You intimately.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who will delete this&lt;br /&gt;without sharing it with others&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who don't believe.But I thank You because I believe&lt;br /&gt;that God changes people and&lt;br /&gt;God changes things.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all my sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;For each and every family member&lt;br /&gt;in their households.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for peace, love and joy&lt;br /&gt;in their homes; that they are out of debt&lt;br /&gt;and all their needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;  I pray that every eye that reads this&lt;br /&gt;knows there is no problem, circumstance,&lt;br /&gt;or situation greater than God.&lt;br /&gt;Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that these words be received&lt;br /&gt;into the hearts of every eye that sees them&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus'  name.  Amen!&lt;br /&gt;If you prayed this prayer,&lt;br /&gt;change the number in the subject box&lt;br /&gt;before forwarding the message&lt;br /&gt;so people can see how many&lt;br /&gt;other people have done so.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt; Just repeat this phrase and see how God moves!!&lt;br /&gt;God I love you and I need you,&lt;br /&gt;please come into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Pass this message to 10 people except you and me.&lt;br /&gt;You will receive a miracle tomorrow.God will bless you.Know that you are already blessed  &lt;br /&gt;by the person who sent this to you.&lt;br /&gt; God bless America!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-5580591465606211323?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/5580591465606211323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=5580591465606211323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/5580591465606211323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/5580591465606211323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-one-of-best-prayers-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-7947748155986274285</id><published>2008-10-06T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:45:10.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How old is Grandma??? Stay with this -- the answer is at the end.  It will blow you away. One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events.   The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:'        television'     &lt;br /&gt;  penicillin '       &lt;br /&gt;polio shots'      &lt;br /&gt; frozen foods'     &lt;br /&gt;  Xerox'       &lt;br /&gt;contact lenses'      &lt;br /&gt; Frisbees and '       &lt;br /&gt;the pill&lt;br /&gt;There was no: '      &lt;br /&gt; radar'      &lt;br /&gt; credit cards'      &lt;br /&gt; laser beams or '       &lt;br /&gt;ball-point pens&lt;br /&gt;Man had not invented:'     &lt;br /&gt;  pantyhose'      &lt;br /&gt; air conditioners'     &lt;br /&gt;  dishwashers'       &lt;br /&gt;clothes dryers'      &lt;br /&gt; and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and '    &lt;br /&gt; man hadn't yet walked on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandfather and I got married first, . . . and then lived together. &lt;br /&gt;Every family had a father and a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir". &lt;br /&gt; And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir." We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.  We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up&lt;br /&gt;and take responsibility for our actions. Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.  Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.  Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.  Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.&lt;br /&gt;We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. &lt;br /&gt;We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.  And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.&lt;br /&gt; If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk.&lt;br /&gt; The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.&lt;br /&gt; Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;We had 5 &amp;amp;10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.&lt;br /&gt; In my day: '       &lt;br /&gt;"grass" was mowed, '       &lt;br /&gt;"coke" was a cold drink, '      &lt;br /&gt; "pot" was something your mother cooked&lt;br /&gt;      in and '       &lt;br /&gt;"rock music" was your grandmother's&lt;br /&gt;      lullaby.  '       &lt;br /&gt;"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's&lt;br /&gt;      office,  '      &lt;br /&gt; " chip" meant a piece of wood, '       &lt;br /&gt;"hardware" was found in a hardware store&lt;br /&gt;      and '         "software" wasn't even a word.&lt;br /&gt; And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt; No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?I bet you have this old lady in mind...you are in for a shock! Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;   This Woman would be only 58 years old!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NOW IS THIS IN GRANDMAS ATTIC??&lt;br /&gt; I THINK SO, THE YOUNG PEOPLE NEVER HEARD OF THINGS LIKE THIS,,BUT THATS THE WAY THINGS WERE BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE OLD LADY WHO WRITES THIS IS 74 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-7947748155986274285?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/7947748155986274285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=7947748155986274285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7947748155986274285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7947748155986274285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-old-is-grandma-stay-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-82749048520954632</id><published>2008-10-05T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:49:46.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familys are important remember the old people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, you all, I would like you to know,, all the photos in the banner are really relatives, of mine, grand parents, an Very pretty Aunt (I wish I had know her!)&lt;br /&gt;The photos came from my sisters, store of information about our family.&lt;br /&gt;I love to look at them , and wish I had known them all,&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy your relatives who are still here on this earth,, so you can tell the younger ones about them, We all need those kinds of roots.&lt;br /&gt;And these are photos of mine, hope you enjoy them also.&lt;br /&gt;  Grand Mother Fran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-82749048520954632?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/82749048520954632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=82749048520954632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/82749048520954632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/82749048520954632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-you-all-i-would-like-you-to-know-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-6277888199963171363</id><published>2008-10-05T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:42:20.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep on dancing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SOlCgxBE35I/AAAAAAAAATM/q8dwNhFq83E/s1600-h/twooldladyies_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253803570985492370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SOlCgxBE35I/AAAAAAAAATM/q8dwNhFq83E/s320/twooldladyies_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older I get the more I'm liking this way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Click on the D in dancing below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.libertyhigh56.net/special pages/dancing.htm" href="http://www.libertyhigh56.net/special%20pages/dancing.htm" target="_blank"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; ancing   &lt;br /&gt;Hope you keep on dancing!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-6277888199963171363?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/6277888199963171363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=6277888199963171363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/6277888199963171363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/6277888199963171363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2008/10/older-i-get-more-im-liking-this-way-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SOlCgxBE35I/AAAAAAAAATM/q8dwNhFq83E/s72-c/twooldladyies_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-5798410306407330184</id><published>2008-10-05T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:21:43.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a valuable piece of information to keep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familywatchdog.us/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.FamilyWatchDog.us&lt;/a&gt;When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as a small icon of a house. There will be red, blue and green dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots a picture of a criminal will appear with his or her home address and the description of the crime he or she has committed.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that you can show your children these pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school.&lt;br /&gt;This site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted. This is another tool we can use to help us keep our kids safe.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a good thing to know,, we need to keep our chilren saafe,,,, and us , also.&lt;br /&gt; God bless us all, we need it right now!   Fran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-5798410306407330184?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/5798410306407330184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=5798410306407330184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/5798410306407330184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/5798410306407330184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-valuable-piece-of-information.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-7711968214967759109</id><published>2007-05-18T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:05:29.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rk3sNCFTIyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DZyjsBs4EKg/s1600-h/Funny+Stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065964864503227170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rk3sNCFTIyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DZyjsBs4EKg/s320/Funny+Stuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TO MY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend and Sister's Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only as strong as the coffee I drink,&lt;br /&gt;the hairspray I use and the friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;To the cool women that have touched my li! fe. Here's to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Girlfriends Day&lt;br /&gt;What would most of us do without our sisters, confidants&lt;br /&gt;and shopping, lunching, and traveling girls?&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate each other for each other's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY GIRLFRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be a woman:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;2. We can scare male bosses with&lt;br /&gt;the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.&lt;br /&gt;3 Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;5 No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;8. We can congratulate our teammate&lt;br /&gt;without ever touching her rear end.&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to reach down every so often&lt;br /&gt;to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;10. We have the ability to dress ourselv es.&lt;br /&gt;11. We can talk to the opposite sex without&lt;br /&gt;having to picture them naked&lt;br /&gt;12. If we marry someone 20 years younger,&lt;br /&gt;we are aware that we will look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;13. We will never regret piercing our ears&lt;br /&gt;14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence&lt;br /&gt;because they aren't listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all the bright women you know and make their day!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-7711968214967759109?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/7711968214967759109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=7711968214967759109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7711968214967759109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/7711968214967759109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-girlfriend-and-sisters-week-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/Rk3sNCFTIyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DZyjsBs4EKg/s72-c/Funny+Stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-2192546953061673388</id><published>2007-03-08T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:20:10.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLD TIME DRUGS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THe other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''&lt;br /&gt;I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to church on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.&lt;br /&gt;I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.&lt;br /&gt;I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.&lt;br /&gt;I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.&lt;br /&gt;Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, this land would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;~author unknown~&lt;br /&gt;God bless the parents who drugged us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-2192546953061673388?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/2192546953061673388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=2192546953061673388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/2192546953061673388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/2192546953061673388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-day-someone-at-store-in-our-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-117173651013450871</id><published>2007-02-17T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:21:50.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/1600/110456/pc%2Clady%20gun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4283/1175/320/254511/pc%2Clady%20gun.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-117173651013450871?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/117173651013450871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=117173651013450871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/117173651013450871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/117173651013450871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-117173628161594469</id><published>2007-02-17T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:18:01.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Subject: Too Funny        &lt;br /&gt;In church on Sunday morning the preacher started out by asking:"How many of you have forgiven your  enemies?"       &lt;br /&gt;About 50% held up their hands.  &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of the sermon, he again asked:  "How many of  you have forgiven your enemies?"        &lt;br /&gt; About 80% held up their hands.        &lt;br /&gt; Toward the end of the church service, the minister repeated the question and all responded by raising their hands except one small, elderly lady.     &lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Jones? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?",   minister asked.       &lt;br /&gt; "I don't have any", she replied, smiling sweetly.        &lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Jones, that is indeed unusual. How old are you?"       &lt;br /&gt;"Ninety-eight " she replied.         &lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Jones, would you come down front and tell the congregation how a  person can live for ninety-eight years and not have an enemy in  the world?"         &lt;br /&gt;The little lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, smiled sweetly&lt;br /&gt;and said,    "I outlived the bitches"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     FROM ONE OLD LADY TO ANOTHER,,, " I HOPE I OUT LIVE THE BITCHES ,TOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                      *******    (LAUGHING!  LAUGHING!   LAUGHING !   ) ********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-117173628161594469?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/117173628161594469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=117173628161594469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/117173628161594469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/117173628161594469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2007/02/subject-too-funny-in-church-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-116588451398388905</id><published>2006-12-11T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:48:33.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt; Subject: Fw: This is a real keeper, both wise and funny&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Stress&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Management&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; water?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It depends on how long you try to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the heavier it becomes."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; management.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; while and rest before holding it again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden. "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Don't carry it home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You can pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; moment if you can. "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "Relax; pick them up later after you've rested.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Life is short. Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; life:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; you're the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; their maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * If you lend someone $20 and never see them again, it was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; as a warning to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Never buy a car you can't push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; then you won't have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; detour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-116588451398388905?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/116588451398388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=116588451398388905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116588451398388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116588451398388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/12/subject-fw-this-is-real-keeper-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-116085250468316071</id><published>2006-10-14T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:01:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/MAXINE%20%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/MAXINE%20%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-116085250468316071?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/116085250468316071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=116085250468316071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116085250468316071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116085250468316071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-116085044093104289</id><published>2006-10-14T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:27:20.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRAND MA'S A TOUGH OLD COOKIE !!!&lt;br /&gt;A young man shopping in a supermarket&lt;br /&gt;noticed a little old lady following him around.&lt;br /&gt;If he stopped, she stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore she kept staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;She finally overtook him at the checkout,&lt;br /&gt;and she turned to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that you look so much like my late son."&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "That's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it's silly, but if you'd call out&lt;br /&gt;"Good bye, Mom" as I leave the store,&lt;br /&gt;it would make me feel so happy."&lt;br /&gt;She then went through the checkout,&lt;br /&gt;and as she was on her way out of the store,&lt;br /&gt;the man called out, "Goodbye, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him .Pleased that he had brought&lt;br /&gt;a little sunshine into someone's day,&lt;br /&gt;he went to pay for his groceries.&lt;br /&gt;"That comes to $121.85," said the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;"How come so much ... I only bought 5 items.."&lt;br /&gt;The clerk replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but your Mother said&lt;br /&gt;you'd be paying for her things, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust little Old Ladies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-116085044093104289?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/116085044093104289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=116085044093104289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116085044093104289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/116085044093104289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/10/grand-mas-tough-old-cookie-young-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115989884305155161</id><published>2006-10-03T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:07:23.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How true to all us boomers...... Life was GOOD then,, and we all had fun,,,I'd go back to these times in a "New York Minute"  When we lived for the Friday nights at the roller rink!!  Those where the days!!!&lt;br /&gt; Hope you feel the same if you grew up in the 40's , 50's and early 60's!  But we are OLD now and can only&lt;br /&gt; live with our memories,,  but they sure are good memories!!  Keep on ROCK'IN and ROLL'IN!!&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!&lt;br /&gt;  First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.   They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored   lead-based paints.&lt;br /&gt; We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took   hitchhiking.  &lt;br /&gt; As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.    Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.  &lt;br /&gt; We   drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.     We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE   actually died from this.&lt;br /&gt; We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but  we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!     We would leave home in the morning and play all day,  as long as we were back  when the streetlights came on.    No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.    We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the  bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt; We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no  99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell  phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat  rooms.........&lt;br /&gt;.WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no  lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and  the worms did not live in us forever.  We  were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.    We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang  the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! &lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They   actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers  and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.&lt;br /&gt; We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned   HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!    And YOU are one of them!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!  You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.&lt;br /&gt; Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissor! s, doesn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;  Rememer all of this , I sure do,,, from your OLD GRANDMA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115989884305155161?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115989884305155161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115989884305155161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115989884305155161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115989884305155161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-true-to-all-us-boomers.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115741308465955821</id><published>2006-09-04T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:38:04.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not very elegant, to say the least, but it struck me so funny when I read it this morning, I laughed 'til I cried so I just had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.  When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work.  Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand.  With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.  All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."  He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table.  I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.  He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.  It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill.  I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.  Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.  The pleasure was indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.  He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"  I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115741308465955821?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115741308465955821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115741308465955821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115741308465955821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115741308465955821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-not-very-elegant-to-say-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115214445811754651</id><published>2006-07-05T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:07:38.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY!    FUNNY!    FUNNY!!</title><content type='html'>Subject: Just $50                                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;  Morris and his wife Esther went to the State Fair every year, and       &lt;br /&gt; every  year, Morris would say, "Esther, I'd like to ride in that helicopter".                                                                 Esther always replied, "I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is  50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars".                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said,            &lt;br /&gt;"Esther, I'm 85 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might never  get another chance". Esther replied, "Morris that helicopter is 50 dollars and 50 dollars is 50 dollars".  &lt;br /&gt;The pilot overheard the couple and said, "Folks I'll make you A deal.  I'll take the both of you for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;If you can stay quiet for  the   entire ride and not say a word I won't charge you! But if you say  one word, it's 50 dollars".                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  Morris and Esther agreed and up they went. The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard. He did his dare devil  tricks over and over again, but still not a word.                                                                     When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, "By golly, I  did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm  impressed!"                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt; Morris replied, "Well I was going to say something when Esther fell out,                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;but 50 dollars is 50 dollars".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115214445811754651?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115214445811754651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115214445811754651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115214445811754651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115214445811754651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-funny-funny.html' title='FUNNY!    FUNNY!    FUNNY!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115194939828698332</id><published>2006-07-03T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:56:38.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4 TH OF JULY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To EVERY ONE,,, HAVE A SAFE  AND HAPPY FOUTH OF JULY.. FROM GRANDMA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115194939828698332?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115194939828698332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115194939828698332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115194939828698332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115194939828698332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4-th-of-july.html' title='HAPPY 4 TH OF JULY!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115015703511457761</id><published>2006-06-12T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:03:55.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/litlle%20girls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/litlle%20girls.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115015703511457761?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115015703511457761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115015703511457761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115015703511457761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115015703511457761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-115015667536496166</id><published>2006-06-12T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:59:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GREW UP IN THE 50's</title><content type='html'>TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!&lt;br /&gt;First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.&lt;br /&gt;They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.&lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.&lt;br /&gt;As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.&lt;br /&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!&lt;br /&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms.........&lt;br /&gt;.WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.&lt;br /&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!&lt;br /&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissor! s, doesn't it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-115015667536496166?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/115015667536496166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=115015667536496166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115015667536496166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/115015667536496166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-all-people-who-grew-up-in-50s.html' title='TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GREW UP IN THE 50&apos;s'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114955201483263899</id><published>2006-06-05T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:00:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!</title><content type='html'>THE POEM&lt;br /&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long,I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry and get to workFor bills would soon be due.&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,And jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done  My soul could rest at ease....&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time, To spread a word of cheer ,No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes&lt;br /&gt;For in his hands God,  held a book,   It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said "Your name I cannot find,   I once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;But never found the time.&lt;br /&gt;"Now do you have the time to pass it on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114955201483263899?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114955201483263899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114955201483263899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114955201483263899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114955201483263899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-to-think-about.html' title='SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114782440803528674</id><published>2006-05-16T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:06:48.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU NEED A GOOD LAUGH, READ ON!!</title><content type='html'>One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed   in a very sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do  anything you want."   So he tied her up and went golfing.&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;   A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and  ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the   top of her lungs, "Honey, pack your bags. I won the damn lottery!"&lt;br /&gt; The husband said, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff   or mountain stuff?" &lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter," she said. "Just get the hell out."  ****************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;  Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and  the other is a husband.  ***************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;  A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;  First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test.   The optician showed him a card with the letters:&lt;br /&gt; 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.' "Can you read this?" the optician asked.&lt;br /&gt;  "Read it?" the Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."   ***************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;  Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them  "I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in  the convent."   "Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired  chardonnay."  ***************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;  A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.  Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. "Careful," he said,&lt;br /&gt;  "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!&lt;br /&gt; Oh my GOD! You're cooking  too many at once.&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW!   We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get  MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful ... CAREFUL! I   said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking!   Never!&lt;br /&gt;Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your&lt;br /&gt;   mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt   them. Use the salt.&lt;br /&gt;USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"&lt;br /&gt;   The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You  think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;   The husband calmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels  like when I m driving." *********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;   Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='mountain   man'; return true;" title="about:blankmountain%20man" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="file:///C://mountain%2520man" target="_blank"&gt;mountain man&lt;/a&gt;,   was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the  Army  issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all  his hair.   On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;   afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth.  On the third day, the Army issued him a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='jock strap'; return true;" title="about:blankjock%20strap" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="file:///C://jock%2520strap" target="_blank"&gt;jock strap&lt;/a&gt;. The Army has   been looking for Herman for 51 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114782440803528674?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114782440803528674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114782440803528674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114782440803528674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114782440803528674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-need-good-laugh-read-on.html' title='IF YOU NEED A GOOD LAUGH, READ ON!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114748223721320467</id><published>2006-05-12T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:03:57.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hello, from Grand Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, I would like to wish all Mothers a wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; MOTHERS DAY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  It has always been a hard job being a Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and girls do not know it until   THEY get to be MOTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;But , remember,, gals, we grandmothers, hope you all raised children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;just like we raised you.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Wonderful, Caring, Suportive, and  Loving .&lt;br /&gt;So you will have a Happy Mothers Day ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; like us Grandmothers will have!&lt;br /&gt;  Love to you all,   Grand ma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114748223721320467?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114748223721320467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114748223721320467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114748223721320467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114748223721320467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114652622422039150</id><published>2006-05-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:30:24.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD ADVISE!!!   (laughing)</title><content type='html'>HOW TO CLEAN THE HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;1. Open a new file in your PC.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name it "Housework."&lt;br /&gt;3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN&lt;br /&gt;4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN&lt;br /&gt;5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Housework permanently?"&lt;br /&gt; 6. Calmly answer, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly......&lt;br /&gt;7. Feel better?&lt;br /&gt;       Works for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114652622422039150?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114652622422039150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114652622422039150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114652622422039150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114652622422039150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-advise-laughing.html' title='GOOD ADVISE!!!   (laughing)'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114566694780544236</id><published>2006-04-21T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:49:07.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME GOOD ADVISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/good%20morning%20coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/200/good%20morning%20coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  "WORK LIKE YOU DON'T NEED MONEY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN HURT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                     AND DANCE LIKE&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                            NO ONE IS WATCHING."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114566694780544236?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114566694780544236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114566694780544236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114566694780544236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114566694780544236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-good-advise.html' title='SOME GOOD ADVISE!!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114487122178522195</id><published>2006-04-12T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:47:01.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER OR PASSOVER,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/eas12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/eas12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER OR HAPPY PASSOVER TO EVERY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY WITH YOUR FAMILYS.&lt;br /&gt; HUGS AND KISSES ARE JUST LIKE CANDY, SO GIVE SOME OF THEM TO EVERY ONE. FOR THE ONES WHO ARE TO OLD FOR THE CANDY THING!!(LAUGHING) OR BETTER YET GIVE OUT PLENTY OF BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;   FROM GRANDMA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114487122178522195?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114487122178522195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114487122178522195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114487122178522195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114487122178522195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter-or-passover.html' title='HAPPY EASTER OR PASSOVER,,,'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114393900261777910</id><published>2006-04-01T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:50:02.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING IS HERE,, WONDERFUL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SPRING,, I AM SO GLAD THE FLOWERS ARE BEGINNING TO BLOOM. THE TREES ARE WAKING  UP,, IT IS MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I CAN NOT WAIT TO GET MY PANSYS,, I TOOK THE WIRE OFF THE FISH POND YESTERDAY,, I PUT IT ON TO KEEP THE LEAVES OUT. IT HELPS BUT I STILL NEED TO TAKE LEAVES OUT OF THE BOTTOM.BUT, MY FISH LOOK IN GOOD SHAPE, THEY CAME TO THE TOP TODAY TO BE FED, BUT IT IS TO EARLY TO FEED THEM. SO I KNOW THEY DIDN'T FORGET ME OVER THE WINTER..MORE THAN I CAN SAY ABOUT PEOPLE... RIGHT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ALSO, NEED TO BRING MORE THINGS FROM THE ATTIC,, TO SHOW ON HERE.. BUT IT HAS BEEN TO NICE OUT SIDE TO BE INSIDE DOING THAT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE HAD SOME TREES THAT HAD FALLEN , SO FOR TWO DAYS WE CUT AND TOOK THEM AWAY, AND THEY ARE NOT OUR TREES, BUT MY BROTHER-IN-LAWS, NEXT DOOR, BUT THEY FELL OVER ON OUR SIDE..SO,, THAT WAS FUN!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WELL, TAKE CARE,, GET OUT AND ENJOY THE SPRING,,, AND SMILE AT EVERY ONE YOU SEE, MAYBE THEY WILL PASS IT AROUND,,,, AND EVERYONE WILL BE SMILING!!(YOU THINK??)              FROM     GRANDMOTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114393900261777910?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114393900261777910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114393900261777910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114393900261777910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114393900261777910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-is-here-wonderful.html' title='SPRING IS HERE,, WONDERFUL!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114322729357870997</id><published>2006-03-24T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:08:13.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/1600/Zebra%20and%20Buffalo%202006%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1175/320/Zebra%20and%20Buffalo%202006%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE ZEBRA CLOCK,, I WAS TALKING ABOUT A FEW DAYS AGO,,,, CHECK IT OUT,,SO UNUSUAL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114322729357870997?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114322729357870997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114322729357870997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114322729357870997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114322729357870997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/03/zebra-clock-i-was-talking-about-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114322550491329314</id><published>2006-03-24T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:50:10.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE GO VISIT GRANDPA'S CARS, ALSO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HELLO TO EVERY ONE,, HOPE EVERY ONE HAD A WONDERFUL WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NOW A WONDERFUL WEEKEND TO REST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WE , MARIE AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THESE BLOG SPOTS, WELL,(LAUGHING) HER MORE THAN ME, I AM SURE!! THERE ARE THREE OTHER BLOGS WE HAVE , ONE BEING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.//GRANDPACARS.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;WWW.//GRANDPACARS.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt; IF YOU LIKE, BOOK MARK IT, AS YOU MAY WANT TO DO WITH THIS ONE. WE WILL BE ADDING ALL KINDS OF INTERESTING THINGS ON HERE, AND OF COURSE YOU KNOW THEY ARE FOR SALE, THIS IS LIKE A ON LINE YARD SALE. PlEASE EMAIL ME WITH ANY QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE, WE WILL BE VERY GLAD TO HEAR FROM YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SO, I AM WISHING YOU A HAPPY WEEK END,,AND BE NICE TO EVRRY ONE,,,SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FROM GRANDMA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114322550491329314?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114322550491329314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114322550491329314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114322550491329314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114322550491329314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-go-visit-grandpas-cars-also.html' title='PLEASE GO VISIT GRANDPA&apos;S CARS, ALSO!!'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114305472531478442</id><published>2006-03-22T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:13:02.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEBRA CLOCK,, BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT THE ZEBRA CLOCK IN MY PICTURES,,AND THE DESCRIPTION,, JUST FOR THE RIGHT PERSON IN THE RIGHT DECOR, CHECK IT OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114305472531478442?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114305472531478442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114305472531478442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114305472531478442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114305472531478442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/03/zebra-clock-beautiful.html' title='ZEBRA CLOCK,, BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114290156241723672</id><published>2006-03-20T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:39:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING NEW,YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello, every one!!  This is a new blog, my sister Marie and I ( Fran ) will be sharing.&lt;br /&gt;We live far apart, but often think of things the same time, she is my little sister!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have been arists, crafters, well, we have just about tried every thing to do with our hands. Our Mother was a wonderful seamstress, as a young gal, I would show her a picture of a dress, she would say"well, go out and get about a yard and a half of material, and I'll see what I can do"and she would make the dress, no patteren just cut and sew. She was amazing, but the sad part she never showed either of us how to sew, but we have taught ours selves some. Marie makes beautiful Quilts, and I have made baby dresses.I know mother was watcching!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, check in with us here, you may see some thing you like, all things here are for sale, Please shop!!   Allso, let us know what you think of the blog, we would love to hear from any one,, until an other day, take care   Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114290156241723672?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114290156241723672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114290156241723672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114290156241723672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114290156241723672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-newyou-might-enjoy-reading.html' title='SOMETHING NEW,YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24352050.post-114278914412385147</id><published>2006-03-19T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:25:44.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Grandmothers Attic</title><content type='html'>This is a new Blog were you will find all kinds of goodies from our attic. We are grandmothers and sisters and between us we have years of treasures. Check back often to see what we have found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24352050-114278914412385147?l=grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/feeds/114278914412385147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24352050&amp;postID=114278914412385147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114278914412385147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24352050/posts/default/114278914412385147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmothers-attic.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-grandmothers-attic.html' title='New Grandmothers Attic'/><author><name>Fran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZorXExTkSM/SZMY-8foD4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KYhebKRL064/S220/lady_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
