<?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-7036278161057909757</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:03:16.170-07:00</updated><category term='barn'/><category term='funny'/><category term='cry'/><category term='surfing'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='beach'/><category term='retirement'/><category term='elections'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='excuses'/><category term='the past'/><category term='events'/><category term='fair'/><category term='library'/><category term='woman cave'/><category term='icy weather'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='job'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='family'/><category term='girl'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='age'/><category term='driving'/><category term='2008'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='farm'/><category term='friends'/><category term='worry'/><category term='voting'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='grandparent'/><category term='reading'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='being mean'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='free meal'/><category term='success'/><category term='school'/><category term='closings'/><category term='granddog'/><category term='building'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='bargains'/><category term='The Shack'/><category term='book fair'/><category term='church'/><category term='baby'/><category term='house'/><category term='missing'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='fun'/><category term='fear'/><category term='snow'/><category term='scrapbook room'/><category term='thankfulness'/><category term='serving'/><title type='text'>How You Live</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not who you are, but how you live!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1515444077094671777</id><published>2009-03-22T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:21:42.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman cave'/><title type='text'>My Woman Cave</title><content type='html'>My woman cave, I mean my scrapbook room, is almost finished.  I just need to hang a few more things on the wall.  I really enjoy going into it to scrapbook, and then just leave everything out when I am ready to go back in the house.  Here are a few pictures that I took of the room.   After looking at the pictures, I am not too pleased with them, but I am too lazy to go take more pictures.  I'll take more some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScbimZq1_XI/AAAAAAAAADM/7AHMGZ4gQBk/s1600-h/P3150008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScbimZq1_XI/AAAAAAAAADM/7AHMGZ4gQBk/s200/P3150008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185559510941042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScbimkO8qvI/AAAAAAAAADU/_neSeeUrUgI/s200/P3150005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185562346728178" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Scbim9PUNgI/AAAAAAAAADc/mGQeE5WzypQ/s200/P3150003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185569059157506" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-1515444077094671777?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1515444077094671777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1515444077094671777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1515444077094671777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1515444077094671777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-woman-cave.html' title='My Woman Cave'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScbimZq1_XI/AAAAAAAAADM/7AHMGZ4gQBk/s72-c/P3150008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6852469121965504389</id><published>2009-03-18T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:37:20.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book fair'/><title type='text'>Lights. Camera. Read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScDqH0SPqaI/AAAAAAAAADE/OL51vY-kTPQ/s1600-h/P3020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScDqH0SPqaI/AAAAAAAAADE/OL51vY-kTPQ/s320/P3020107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314504980312336802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The book fair was a success.  It is a lot of work, but then you realize how many students get new books, it is worth it. The theme this year was: Lights. Camera. Read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScDqHxtRUoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iioLT7cPK4I/s320/P2270097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314504979620385410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScDo9ZyRyTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sYpY8o_tKMk/s320/P2270101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314503701888616754" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6852469121965504389?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6852469121965504389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6852469121965504389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6852469121965504389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6852469121965504389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/03/lights-camera-read.html' title='Lights. Camera. Read.'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/ScDqH0SPqaI/AAAAAAAAADE/OL51vY-kTPQ/s72-c/P3020107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-9100110891181561597</id><published>2009-03-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:20:18.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Miss Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Sb-pHPBPt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/VDr4aYJTDlQ/s1600-h/img067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Sb-pHPBPt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/VDr4aYJTDlQ/s320/img067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152027076409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Sb-p-CCyrvI/AAAAAAAAACk/8DCZ9W1TRio/s320/B%26K-K++2-1-08.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152968486039282" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Sb-rwBIf6XI/AAAAAAAAACs/3BrwV7fImBA/s320/KKB_2173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314154926746626418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure miss her.  Her being my lovely daughter.  She is in sunny southern California, except it is warmer here than there today.  Don't you just love God's sense of humor?  I know God and Brook are taking good care of her, but I still miss her.  When my friends are hanging out with their daughters and going and doing things together, then I really miss her.  She will be here the first week-end in April.  I can't wait. Oh, yeah, I miss him too.  Both of the hims.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-9100110891181561597?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/9100110891181561597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=9100110891181561597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/9100110891181561597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/9100110891181561597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-her.html' title='Miss Her'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/Sb-pHPBPt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/VDr4aYJTDlQ/s72-c/img067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4080323692802238071</id><published>2009-02-26T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:07:10.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Uncommon heroes</title><content type='html'>Finally another post.  I am not sure anyone reads this, but if they do, I am sure they or should I say he/she is not impressed at how often I write.  &lt;div&gt;I listen to KLOVE every morning, while getting ready and on my way to work.  Last week they had a call-in for uncommon heroes.  I don't know if I have any living heroes in my life, maybe one or two, but I do know someone that I am very impressed with.  I will not mention any names, but if she reads this she will know who it is about.  I have known this woman for many years and in fact taught her children.  I spent several years being out of contact with her.  I have been around her again the last couple of years and am very impressed with what she is allowing God to do in her life.  She has the spirit and joy that makes others want to be around her.  She leads and works with adults, children, and those less fortunate.  I saw her in Walmart one day helping a girl buy school clothes.  She gave of her time and energy to help this girl be ready for the school year with new clothes and supplies.  I have noticed other things that she does above and beyond without wanting any recognition.  So keep it up, you are a role model to the rest of us.  Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4080323692802238071?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4080323692802238071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4080323692802238071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4080323692802238071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4080323692802238071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/02/uncommon-heroes.html' title='Uncommon heroes'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-2312710533016017325</id><published>2009-02-01T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:53:32.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Why do you go or not go to church?</title><content type='html'>I get really bad about not going to Sunday School and Sunday night church.  If I miss a Sunday or two, then it just gets harder to get back in the groove of going.  I was just thinking of excuses I hear from people not choosing to go to church.  One I have already used, others might be in no particular order:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;only day to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;best day to play golf, fish, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will be called on to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am as good as any of those people down there at that church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't like the preacher, teacher, leader, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't sit still that long  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have you ever used any of these excuses, or any others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about why you go to church?  It is harder to come up with a list for this, makeup because negative excuses are easier to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;superstitious - if I go my week will go better (true, it does)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fellowship - important to spend time with other Christians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just because I think it makes God happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Why do you go? Any other excuses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-2312710533016017325?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/2312710533016017325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=2312710533016017325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2312710533016017325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2312710533016017325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-you-go-or-not-go-to-church.html' title='Why do you go or not go to church?'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4178395233318958795</id><published>2009-01-31T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:54:34.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>I'm on Facebook</title><content type='html'>I finally entered the world of facebooking.  I hope to connect with some old friends and stalk er, I mean keep up other friends.  I hope I do a better job with facebook than I do with keeping up with this blog.  &lt;div&gt;I get ideas of things to blog, but by the time I get around to blogging, I forget.  It must be an age thing.  Speaking of age, I took the real age survey, which came out to me being 30 years old. Yea, right, I haven't felt 30, since I was 26.  So I took it again later the same day, and then I was all of a sudden 40.  I think I will quit while I am ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4178395233318958795?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4178395233318958795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4178395233318958795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4178395233318958795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4178395233318958795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-on-facebook.html' title='I&apos;m on Facebook'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1722073533901376844</id><published>2009-01-29T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:10:12.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt; by William P. Young.  If you have never read it, I would encourage you to do so.   Be sure to have plenty hankies handy.&lt;div&gt;We had 3 days without school due to an ice storm, so I had plenty of reading and scrapbooking time.&lt;div&gt;http://www.theshackbook.com/&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/7036278161057909757-1722073533901376844?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1722073533901376844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1722073533901376844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1722073533901376844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1722073533901376844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-5068265418008453036</id><published>2009-01-26T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:57:41.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icy weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closings'/><title type='text'>Isn't It Funny?</title><content type='html'>Today our area was hit by an ice storm.  They list on tv all of the schools, events and business that are cancelled or postponed due to the weather. Is it just me, or is it funny when one of the first things that closes is driving school?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-5068265418008453036?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/5068265418008453036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=5068265418008453036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5068265418008453036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5068265418008453036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Funny?'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-5748728057231138248</id><published>2009-01-19T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:31:07.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's a Small World</title><content type='html'>The expression that it is a small world is really true at times.  I got an invitation to a wedding from a friend's daughter in town.  As I was filling out the RSVP, Dennis, said that they were registered at a store in Marietta.  I looked closer at the name of the groom.  His last name is Kirk, as in Teresa Kirk from Marietta.  I called her, and sure enough it is her nephew.  It was fun going to the wedding and the reception and getting to visit with her some.  Then her mom told me that Denise fixed her hair, and asked for my email address.  Maybe this will be another connection from the past.  It really is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;small, small&lt;/span&gt; world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-5748728057231138248?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/5748728057231138248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=5748728057231138248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5748728057231138248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5748728057231138248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4160303221002940653</id><published>2009-01-04T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:47:02.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>08 WAS GR8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess it is time to reflect on the past year. In most respects it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weddings: daughter in February, son in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirement: retired from teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Job: kind of a new job, still at school but as a library assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma ( working on the title - still leaning towards grammie): Toby's wife's daughter, Tallie also Toby and Stephenie have one on the way in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbook room: build own personal room for scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord blessed me in more ways than I can imagine possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 was gr8 and I hope 09 is better than fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4160303221002940653?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4160303221002940653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4160303221002940653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4160303221002940653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4160303221002940653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/08-was-gr8.html' title='08 WAS GR8'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6271065170284346936</id><published>2009-01-01T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:29:43.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>We spent Christmas with Kara-Kae and Brook in California. Great fun! It was a long drive out there and back, but well worth it.  Christmas Day was very cold. I think it was warmer in Oklahoma that day.  I loved the beach, and being able to walk to it was great.  I think I will probably have to get over my fear of flying, because Dennis isn't real hip on the idea of driving again.  We are talking about going on the train, possibly, next trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6271065170284346936?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6271065170284346936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6271065170284346936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6271065170284346936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6271065170284346936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-happy-new-year.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-8170897937371861926</id><published>2009-01-01T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:30:06.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>It's a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toby and Stephenie are having a girl! Taelyn Brook Ringwald - doesn't she sound cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-8170897937371861926?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/8170897937371861926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=8170897937371861926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/8170897937371861926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/8170897937371861926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4977404405915313710</id><published>2008-12-04T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:19:25.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>te te dup</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wote a littl pume te te dup te te dup It's a merr Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my refrigerator, yes on my refrigerator, and every time I walk by it makes me cry. Of course that wonderful poet is now 24 years old, and living half way around the world in a foreign country. Ok, maybe a few thousand miles in California, same difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4977404405915313710?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4977404405915313710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4977404405915313710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4977404405915313710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4977404405915313710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-te-dup.html' title='te te dup'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1209821668296217309</id><published>2008-11-28T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:58:35.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I have so much to be thankful for and have had such a good year. I will save that for the end of the year though. I am thankful for Dennis and how good he treats me and makes me feel so special. I am thankful for Toby and Kara-Kae and how proud I am of them. I am thankful for my daughter-in-law and son-in-law and how happy they make my children. I am thankful for Tallie and her special new sibling that is on the way. Most of all and foremost I am thankful for God and His many blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-1209821668296217309?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1209821668296217309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1209821668296217309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1209821668296217309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1209821668296217309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-3378657577118814636</id><published>2008-11-18T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:28:51.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>I try to think of words that describe what being a parent is all about: fear, joy, pride, excitement, worry, faith, cheerfulness, etc. These are the words that describe feelings you have when finding out that you will be giving birth to a child, as well as the feeling you have when your children are adults. I have two adult children that I have all of these same feelings about. I am so proud of the adults they have become. Toby is a wonderful son, great husband, terrific step-dad, and going to be a wonderful father to his child that is due in May. I saw how good of a parent he could be when he had a foster-child and was such a good parent to him for the few months he had him. Kara-Kae is a beautiful, kind daughter, wonderful wife, and great parent to Jack (the dog). She is in the process of moving to California. Even though it makes me very sad that she will be so far away, I do admire her courage to pack up and head out there. I wish that I could be the type of person to throw caution to the wind and just go and do. I will just have to live vicariously throught her. I do expect them to move back to this area when it is time to have children that don't require 4 legs to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-3378657577118814636?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/3378657577118814636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=3378657577118814636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3378657577118814636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3378657577118814636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/11/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-991668840320352856</id><published>2008-11-01T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:00:13.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barn'/><title type='text'>13 Years Ago Became Barn Dwellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQyYvao-8EI/AAAAAAAAACU/aXnTOO1zrKw/s1600-h/P1010461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263750004861759554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQyYvao-8EI/AAAAAAAAACU/aXnTOO1zrKw/s320/P1010461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved into our (barn) house 13 years ago today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is from a snow in December 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-991668840320352856?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/991668840320352856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=991668840320352856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/991668840320352856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/991668840320352856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-years-ago-became-barn-dwellers.html' title='13 Years Ago Became Barn Dwellers'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQyYvao-8EI/AAAAAAAAACU/aXnTOO1zrKw/s72-c/P1010461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-2730190645854239768</id><published>2008-10-31T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:53:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot and Puddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQuUueI6lsI/AAAAAAAAACM/KKEnFC2blxY/s1600-h/33340530%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263464115597907650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQuUueI6lsI/AAAAAAAAACM/KKEnFC2blxY/s320/33340530%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQuRH0DEWZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5KbUTfwL4Ug/s1600-h/Toot+and+Puddle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263460152929180050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQuRH0DEWZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5KbUTfwL4Ug/s320/Toot+and+Puddle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toot &amp;amp; Puddle (a creation of the real Holly Hobbie) are best friends, even though Toot likes to travel and Puddle likes to stay at home. There are several books about their adventures. My librarian friend and boss was Toot, and I was Puddle for Halloween at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-2730190645854239768?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/2730190645854239768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=2730190645854239768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2730190645854239768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2730190645854239768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/10/toot-and-puddle.html' title='Toot and Puddle'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SQuUueI6lsI/AAAAAAAAACM/KKEnFC2blxY/s72-c/33340530%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6711231080266888597</id><published>2008-10-26T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:38:57.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tallie!</title><content type='html'>We went to Stephenie's parents' today for Tallie's birthday, which is really on the 29th.  We ate a yummy lunch, had cake and ice cream, and watched Tallie open gifts.  Later we went to Toby and Stephenie's and had a nice visit.  &lt;br /&gt;Stephenie had done some Christmas shopping over the week-end, and it about drove Toby crazy that he couldn't tell us what she bought.  It cracks me up how he can be so mature, and then is like a kid when it comes to gifts.  &lt;br /&gt;There is no way he can not find out the sex of their baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6711231080266888597?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6711231080266888597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6711231080266888597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6711231080266888597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6711231080266888597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-tallie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tallie!'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-5510294295946316534</id><published>2008-10-17T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T06:40:41.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book fair'/><title type='text'>Book Fair is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year our librarian has two book fairs, one in the fall and one in the spring. She decorates (with help from Tammy), and makes it all look so special for the children. Every year there is a theme, and the decorations go along with the theme. This fall it was a safari theme. Here are a couple of pictures from the fair.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SPnmOMJe2HI/AAAAAAAAABk/vBr6jSReb2A/s1600-h/scrapbook+room+1+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258487171385317490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SPnmOMJe2HI/AAAAAAAAABk/vBr6jSReb2A/s320/scrapbook+room+1+037.JPG" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SPnmdqCGs0I/AAAAAAAAABs/paYPJ2Ir_xo/s1600-h/scrapbook+room+1+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258487437105476418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SPnmdqCGs0I/AAAAAAAAABs/paYPJ2Ir_xo/s320/scrapbook+room+1+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just never realized how much work went into putting on a good book fair. There were many mornings we were at school before seven o'clock getting ready for it. We had "muffins with mom" one morning and "donuts with dad" the next morning. Since there are now two libraries we had to do it a second week at the intermediate library. There were even a couple of evenings that we had to stay late for parents to come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting up takes a lot of work, but the tearing down is almost as bad, because all of the books that are left have to be boxed and ready for pickup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna does an excellent job and never get enough credit for all she does.&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/7036278161057909757-5510294295946316534?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/5510294295946316534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=5510294295946316534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5510294295946316534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5510294295946316534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-fair-is-over.html' title='Book Fair is Over'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SPnmOMJe2HI/AAAAAAAAABk/vBr6jSReb2A/s72-c/scrapbook+room+1+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4687669995420388939</id><published>2008-10-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:12:15.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Let God be in Control</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. I have been busy, well more like lazy. The school year is going fast, which means my grandbaby will get here quicker.&lt;br /&gt;In a previous post I wished my son-in-law a happy birthday and mentioned his surf lessons in Galveston. I thought at the time that it was a realy nice, thoughtful present. Now I really wish I had given him a gift certificate to McDonalds. He has surfing fever (Big Mac fever would be better)  and is wanting to head to California and take my daughter with him. I know he is not just wanting to go to surf or to take Kara-Kae and my future grandchilren away from me, but is wanting to serve God.&lt;br /&gt;My devotional this morning and Bible reading came from Proverbs 3. Proverbs 3:5 says to "trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own understanding", but it is not always easy. I know we should live our lives doing our best to follow and honor God, and let him handle the rest, but sometimes it is so hard. I know we should go and do what God wants, even if it is not where we think we might be happiest.&lt;br /&gt;A statement in my devotion that I think is appropriate is that if you are trying to climb back onto the throne of your life and that you've taken God's sceptor of control back from Him is when you're anxious, stressed, or worried. If you find yourself there, stop. Relax. Return the reigning to the king. I need to do this and rely on God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4687669995420388939?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4687669995420388939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4687669995420388939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4687669995420388939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4687669995420388939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-god-be-in-control.html' title='Let God be in Control'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4485142543436605595</id><published>2008-09-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:06:30.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>What Name?</title><content type='html'>I have really exciting news: Toby and Stephenie are going to have a baby. I just don't know what to be called. I don't want to be Grandma or Grannie. Tallie's grandma is called Nana, so I don't want to use that. I am leaning toward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;, and Dennis being called Poppy. I am open to any suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4485142543436605595?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4485142543436605595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4485142543436605595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4485142543436605595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4485142543436605595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-name.html' title='What Name?'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1387746804288639562</id><published>2008-09-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:59:54.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't seek revenge</title><content type='html'>Don't say, "I will avenge this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;!" Wait on the Lord, and He will rescue you. Proverbs 20:22&lt;br /&gt;This was the verse this morning during my Bible reading and journal time. It is so much easier to seek revenge when someone does us or our family wrong or unjustly. It is even worse when it is a follower of Christ. God calls us to a higher standard of behavior of what just comes naturally or that we think is best, if we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; following Him. When we are mistreated, we should seek refuge in God instead of seeking revenge. Sometimes it seems impossible, but with God's strength we can do it and even pray for the person that wronged us. I really have a hard time to pray for God to bless them, but that is what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; strive to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-1387746804288639562?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1387746804288639562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1387746804288639562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1387746804288639562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1387746804288639562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-seek-revenge.html' title='Don&apos;t seek revenge'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-3594468212995124258</id><published>2008-09-15T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:23:20.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Captain Underpants</title><content type='html'>Since I have been working as a library assistant, I have started reading lots of children's books. I asked a student last Friday to recommend a book for me to read. He suggested a Captain Underpants book. So I thought I would read the first one and let him pick out his favorite in the series for me to also read. So over the weekend I read &lt;u&gt;The Adventures of Captain Underpants&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SM7gSYpTvFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jt4XUzIFXAU/s1600-h/cupoopy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SM7tobqk0KI/AAAAAAAAABE/5pBy5vvxSkU/s1600-h/cubook1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246391894810087586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SM7tobqk0KI/AAAAAAAAABE/5pBy5vvxSkU/s320/cubook1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Harold, a couple of elementary age boys, enjoy playing practical jokes and creating their own comic books. And together they have created the greatest comic-book superhero in the history of their elementary school - CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS!&lt;br /&gt;But George and Harold's principal doesn't like their pranks or their comic books. He devised a plan to catch George and Harold and stop their trouble-making - once and for all! The original book is about what happened when that plan backfired, and Captain Underpants leaped off the page to save the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dav Pilkey has written several sequels to the original. I think if you are a 3rd or 4th grade boy with a 3rd grade reading level, then you might think Captain Underpants is funny. Oh, who I am kidding, there are several adults boys that would think this is funny. I really don't enjoy the potty humor in the book (no pun intended). Ornery, troubling making boys is not very funny to me. I don't think I will be reading any more Captain Underpants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-3594468212995124258?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/3594468212995124258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=3594468212995124258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3594468212995124258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3594468212995124258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/captain-underpants.html' title='Captain Underpants'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SM7tobqk0KI/AAAAAAAAABE/5pBy5vvxSkU/s72-c/cubook1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-2728744328211696891</id><published>2008-09-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:35:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the room</title><content type='html'>We worked a little on the scrapbook room yesterday.  We got away from it for awhile when we were building bookcases for the Intermediate Library.  They are finished and don't look too bad, for amateurs.  Yesterday we framed in for the window.  I can't stay out there and work much until ragweed season is over. I just get so stuffy and my eyes hurt too bad, if I stay out much.&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the best things about my new job is that I am inside all day, and my allergies don't get the best of me.  I may even skip the shot this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-2728744328211696891?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/2728744328211696891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=2728744328211696891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2728744328211696891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2728744328211696891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-room.html' title='Back to the room'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6736655678819328985</id><published>2008-09-05T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:19:08.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free meal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair'/><title type='text'>Gotta love a county fair</title><content type='html'>Dennis and I went to the county fair this evening to see some of the displays and have a free meal. You know you are at a small, local county fair when you walk in the door and smell manure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. Then you sit down to eat the free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; meal and even with the order it tastes good. Then the bowl of free ice cream is yummy. Life in a small town. Ain't it grand. Gotta love a county fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6736655678819328985?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6736655678819328985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6736655678819328985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6736655678819328985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6736655678819328985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/gotta-love-county-fair.html' title='Gotta love a county fair'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-652290518545781521</id><published>2008-09-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:59:58.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mean'/><title type='text'>Election year</title><content type='html'>I did something last night that I don't remember ever doing before. I watched some of the republican convention. I haven't watched the democratic one either, so I don't go into the election swayed one way or the other. I really don't care for election years. I am not very political, but mostly it is because they are so mean to each other. I change channels when a commercial comes on for a particular candidate. I do vote in every election, then I can complain if my candidate doesn't win. I only watched a few minutes last night to hear Sarah Palin speak and was impressed until she put in some negative jabs, which I guess is expected. My favorite part of the speech was the camera on her youngest daughter licking her hand and smoothing down her baby brother's hair. Wonder where she learned that trick?&lt;br /&gt;I am Brenda Ringwald and I approve this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-652290518545781521?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/652290518545781521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=652290518545781521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/652290518545781521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/652290518545781521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/09/election-year.html' title='Election year'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4246563905128631053</id><published>2008-08-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:09:37.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Brook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SLcg6OhAoFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rj5UH2egDAg/s1600-h/surfer+dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239692876169912402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SLcg6OhAoFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rj5UH2egDAg/s320/surfer+dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you aren't supposed to play favorites, but I have to say Happy Birthday to my favorite son-in-law! Oh, yes, he is my only son-in-law. Here is a picture of his way early birthday present from July 14: Surfing lesson in Galveston. There really were waves, even if small. We should have waited a week until the hurricane hit, and the waves might have been higher. He did a great job, which worries me, because he may take Kara-Kae off to some ocean beach to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4246563905128631053?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4246563905128631053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4246563905128631053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4246563905128631053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4246563905128631053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-brook.html' title='Happy Birthday to Brook'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SLcg6OhAoFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rj5UH2egDAg/s72-c/surfer+dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-514934554646286717</id><published>2008-08-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:06:25.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Beware of what you say in front of your kids!</title><content type='html'>The scrapbook room is coming along. We got the south wall in place and went and bought the window yesterday. Hopefully, we will get it in this week and then start on the east wall.&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking through my old lesson plan books and P.E. activities to help the new elementary P.E. teacher out. Whenever my students would say something funny, I would try to remember it and write it down later. I usually just wrote it in my lesson plan book. I will randomly include some of them in my blog. Children will tell you about anything that they have ever seen, done, or heard. Just beware, because they will probably tell their teacher all about it, and sometimes will add to it to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook should enjoy this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Student: My dad has a BB gun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He Does? What does he shoot with it?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Moose &amp;amp; Cheetas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am getting on in years, I will have children of students that I once taught. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was asking a little girl what her mom's name was before she got married (you have to be careful with that one, also).&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Actually, it was Rebecca, and now it is Becky." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a game in P. E. that is called "3 Down" in which 2-liter pop bottles are used. When the students walked into the gym, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one of the boys asked, "Are we going to play spin-the-bottle?"&lt;/span&gt; Why would a 3rd grader even know that game?  Must have a teen-age brother or sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-514934554646286717?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/514934554646286717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=514934554646286717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/514934554646286717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/514934554646286717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/beware-of-what-you-say-in-front-of-your.html' title='Beware of what you say in front of your kids!'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4769274456505317999</id><published>2008-08-19T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:42:38.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook Room</title><content type='html'>I am so excited that Dennis and I are building a room in the garage for me to scrapbook in. I have had scrapbooking stuff upstairs, downstairs and back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We have an area in the garage that we are going to build a room that is about 11' x 11'. We went and bought the top and bottom plate boards and studs this past week-end. He worked on the west wall yesterday when it was raining, since he couldn't work on the farm. This evening after we ate, we worked on the south wall. We measured and cut the top and bottom plates, we also marked and cut the studs. We nailed the end studs to the plates and set it in place to make sure that it fit between the floor and ceiling. It fit!! We are some kind of carpenters, not sure what kind, but it doesn't look too bad. Hopefully the wall will not fall down. I will try to keep updated as we build the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4769274456505317999?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4769274456505317999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4769274456505317999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4769274456505317999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4769274456505317999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrapbook-room.html' title='Scrapbook Room'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-2211869629360708932</id><published>2008-08-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:08:07.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I am not very good at this blogging stuff. It has already been a week since I last typed anything. I have the excuse of school starting and then, of course, there are the Olympics. What will be my excuse in a couple of weeks?&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job Wednesday. It was definitely different than teaching physical education. The best the way to compare, is a day in the life of when I was a P. E. teacher and a day in the life of a library assistant. My P. E. classes would start at 8:15 a.m. and go through until 11:15 with a 10 minute break around 10. Then at 11:50 I would go back to the gym until 2:35. When it was hot outside it was very hot in the gym, being a metal building with no a.c. and very little, if any, insulation. When the temps were cold outside it wasn't too bad in the gym, except for when I had to stand outside to watch for the kindergartners. Kindergartners, now that is a whole other beast. My day as a library assistant will change when we start having students come to the library, but for now all I am doing is sitting at a table crossing out the word elementary in the books and stamping PURCELL INTERMEDIATE SCHOOL, or at the computer and putting book titles, authors and ISBN numbers in excel. Very easy, except by the end of the day my neck is mad at me. It is definitely not hot like the gym, in fact, some days I could wear a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am really going to enjoy my job, when we start checking out books and seeing students every day. I'll let you know then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-2211869629360708932?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/2211869629360708932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=2211869629360708932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2211869629360708932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/2211869629360708932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-758668141338889283</id><published>2008-08-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:08:40.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granddog'/><title type='text'>Grandog spent the week</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday Dennis and I met Kara-Kae and Brook south of Ardmore to get Jack, our granddog. He came to the house for the week, while they were on vacation with Brook's family. It was an enjoyable experience most of the week. As I have mentioned before Jack is a dog that doesn't know he is a dog, so if I went places or did things, he thought he should be involved. We went to the library one day and helped Donna with getting books ready to shelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-Hs2du37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SrNminMJ200/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233050496632020914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-Hs2du37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SrNminMJ200/s320/P1010003.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to the garden to see what Dennis was doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-Hs2du37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SrNminMJ200/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-HtkqFdMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eUPx1NBzBlU/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233050509031863490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-HtkqFdMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eUPx1NBzBlU/s320/P1010005.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visited with his buddy, Pete, outside anytime he could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jack's new friend, which used to be &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SKC0Nma0TII/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BCtYL9TTBs/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233380912748842114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SKC0Nma0TII/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BCtYL9TTBs/s320/P1010009.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kara-Kae's friend when she was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SKC0Nma0TII/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BCtYL9TTBs/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack overcame his fear of the stairs last week, also. Well at least his fe&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SKC0Nxg4wxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i5UUMZZnb-A/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233380915727090450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SKC0Nxg4wxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i5UUMZZnb-A/s320/P1010011.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar of the first four steps. He never would go to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was an enjoyable week, but I think a dog that knows he is a dog is a little less demanding and time consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to admit that when a dog loves you and whines for you, it makes you feel good. Then the real people in charge of him comes home, and you don't even count anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-758668141338889283?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/758668141338889283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=758668141338889283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/758668141338889283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/758668141338889283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandog-spent-week.html' title='Grandog spent the week'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Km998nch-g0/SJ-Hs2du37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SrNminMJ200/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6566142301279081918</id><published>2008-08-03T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:25:15.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Eventful first half of 2008</title><content type='html'>The first half of this year was fairly eventful in my life, if you consider weddings and retirement eventful. My daughter got married on February 29 (smart guy that she married - only one anniversary every 4 years). I retired from teaching in May. My son got married in July. To make it even more eventful, neither one of them got married in our home town. Kara-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kae&lt;/span&gt; got married on NW Expressway (not literally on the expressway) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;, and Toby got married in Galveston. Both weddings were beautiful, but I have to say that daughter's weddings are harder than son's. Also, destination weddings are easier. Toby and Stephenie did have a large reception the next week-end in Sulphur. Not only did I get a wonderful son-in-law and daughter-in-law, but I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;granddog&lt;/span&gt; and granddaughter. Both families are settled into the married life, and I have recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Retirement! I retired from teaching in May. I have taught since 1981, which I started at Lexington as a coach and P.E. teacher. The next year I came to Purcell and have taught there since. I taught 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; until 1995 when I moved to the gym to teach P.E. I am not completely retired in the sense that I don't work anymore. I am going to go back to the school and work as a library assistant. I am really looking forward to it. I still get to work with the kids at school, but won't have the experience of the "HOT" gym to deal with. I will get to work with my good friend, Donna, even though we will be in opposite buildings each day. I will be in the elementary on the days she is in the intermediate and vice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, my husband has had two surgeries this year. Even though it was much harder on him than me, it still was stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6566142301279081918?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6566142301279081918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6566142301279081918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6566142301279081918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6566142301279081918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/eventful-first-half-of-2008.html' title='Eventful first half of 2008'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-5581969474665583597</id><published>2008-08-01T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:34:58.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Ya' gotta love a bargain or two</title><content type='html'>I love getting a bargain. I know it is not really a bargain if you can't use it, but the bargains I got yesterday and today are usable. It all started at Hobby Lobby when I found this greenhouse thing that I thought my husband would like. He was in special directors' meetings in OKC, so I went shopping. I was walking around Hobby Lobby, one of my favorite places to shop, when I saw this greenhouse thing. It was 66% off!! I took him there during his lunch break, and he wanted it,so we purchased it. I took him back to his meeting and then went back to pick it up. The manager helped me to take it apart and load it in my car. I just hope we can get it put back together. Second bargain of the day came at Michael's. I bought some baskets to try to get organized at home. When we started checking out, the cashier gave us a coupon that someone had an extra of and left it at the store. The baskets were 50% off, and the coupon was for another 20% off. WOW!! (yes, Kara-Kae WOW is MOM upside down.) Today I went to Khol's, since it is tax free week-end. Here is the greatest bargain yet. I got 4 pair of pants and a long-sleeve shirt for $20.20. Yes. twenty dollars and twenty cents. The decimal was in the right place. I need real clothes for my new job, not just play clothes like I wore in P.E. Now for my final bargain of the day. We get back to Purcell and run by Walmart. I always go back to the scrapbook section just in case they have Cricut cartridges on sale. I found two that I don't have that were $25 each. If you don't know anything about Cricut cartridges, this was a great deal. They sale for as much as $89.&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat those bargain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-5581969474665583597?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/5581969474665583597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=5581969474665583597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5581969474665583597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/5581969474665583597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/08/ya-gotta-love-bargain-or-two.html' title='Ya&apos; gotta love a bargain or two'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1251145408660082211</id><published>2008-07-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:29:00.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>I am not a farmer!</title><content type='html'>Since my wonderful husband has been out of commission due to surgery, I have become the farmer and gardener. Feeding the animals and hauling water in buckets to water trees isn't too bad. Picking tomatoes, not so fun. If you have only a plant or two it would be fine, but two very long rows seems to never end. The tomatoes aren't really that bad, it is the blister bugs that are the problem. They are every where. If you shake the plants to knock them off, then they are all around your feet. Ok, maybe I wasn't so smart wearing fliflops, but I still think I would have been scared. I would like to think of myself as a brave, adventurous person, but no, I am just a coward that is realizing that I am more of a city, well large town maybe, girl instead of a country girl. I thought I might never eat another tomato, but then I think about pizza, and maybe the experience wasn't that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-1251145408660082211?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1251145408660082211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1251145408660082211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1251145408660082211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1251145408660082211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-farmer.html' title='I am not a farmer!'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-3719210553611795910</id><published>2008-07-30T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:53:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How you live (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So go to the ballgames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Spent many years doing this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And go to the ballet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Even did this a few times. Kara-Kae remember - "I am a puppet!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And go see your folks more than just on the holidays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Horrible at this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kiss all your children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Wish I could more.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dance with your wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Don't have one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell your husband you love him every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Try to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't run from the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Easy to try, but it always catches me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause you can't get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just face it and you'll be okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Doesn't seem like you will be okay at the time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh wherever you are and wherever you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now is the time to begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(No time like the present.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So give to the needy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Try, but never enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And pray for the grieving&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, never enough.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E'en when you don't think that you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(The good and the bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So think of your fellow man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Definitely don't do this enough.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Make peace with God and make peace with yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Moment by moment job.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause in the end there's nobody else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Amen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-3719210553611795910?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/3719210553611795910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=3719210553611795910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3719210553611795910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/3719210553611795910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-you-live-part-2.html' title='How you live (part 2)'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-4158039040313060926</id><published>2008-07-29T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:04:43.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How you live (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite songs is "How You Live" by Point of Grace (sorry Brook).&lt;br /&gt;I really like the words, and wish I lived my life more by them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the chorus, then the verses:&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the music&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up loud &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Some music I like loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a few chances &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I do not like to take chances. I don't have the courage. I want to be adventurous, but it is just not me. Writing a blog is as adventurous as I get.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let it all out You won't regret it&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' back from where you have been&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (I guess I have come a long way from my childhood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cuz it's not who you knew&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Good thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not what you did &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Another good thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how you live &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I am not sure my life is anything to brag about, but I haven't ever robbed a bank or killed anyone, so maybe I am not too bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to the sunlight &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I wake before the sunlight - early risers at my house.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your windows open &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Not during allergy season.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Never been accused of holding in my anger.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear your red dress &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( Don't have one, but intend to buy one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your good dishes &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(My only dishes are the good one, except when we buy those really nice paper plates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Make a big mess and make lots of wishes &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I make messes and wishes all of the time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have what you want &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I have what I want, and all I will ever need. I am very blessed. You should meet my husband and my children and their spouses and children.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But want what you have &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I really don't want the dust, but it says too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And don't spend your life lookin' back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I really look back too often. I have made lots of mistakes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-4158039040313060926?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/4158039040313060926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=4158039040313060926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4158039040313060926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/4158039040313060926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-you-live-part-1.html' title='How you live (part 1)'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-1927177687249452984</id><published>2008-07-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:11:09.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>More Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>A couple more pet peeves then I will try to have a better attitude. I really don't like tailgaters. Going through a construction site at the proper speed limit with a vehicle tailgating me is really annoying. It gets worse when the drive flies past me and on the side of the car is an insurance agent panel, at least it wasn't my agent. Even worse is a van full of kids with a church listed on the side. Wonder if the parents really want their children speeding down the highway. I promise this is my last gripe, I mean pet peeve. I am a coupon cutter. I can really save a bundle, especially on those double coupon days. I get to the store figuring all the money going back into my pocket, when I realize that the coupons are so specific, and the store doesn't have that exact item.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to be a little more positive. Even though I complain so much, I really am blessed. I have a wonderful husband that treats me like royality. I also have two wonderful adult children that have spouses that compliment them so well. There children are bright and fun to be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-1927177687249452984?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/1927177687249452984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=1927177687249452984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1927177687249452984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/1927177687249452984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pet-peeves.html' title='More Pet Peeves'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036278161057909757.post-6130517993190777103</id><published>2008-07-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:27:26.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>What ever possessed me to start blogging! I have no idea what I am doing, but here goes. Who knows maybe it will be fun, I have also heard that about bungee jumping and sky diving, but I wouldn't do them either. I am going to use this as a sounding board, a form of communicating, and just for random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It is so difficult to get started, even "about me" is difficult, and I know more about me than anyone. I decided to write a poem. As I go along I will post more about me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;I did mention in "about me" that I am grandma to Tallie and Jack. Tallie is my son's 4 year old step-daughter as of July 12. She is a very precious little girl. I don't get to see her as much as I would like, but isn't that the way it is with all grandchildren. My other grandchild is Jack. Actually Jack is a dog, but he doesn't seem to know that.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dogs not knowing they are dogs that leads me to some of my pet peeves. No pun intended. I have nothing against dogs that think they are one of the children. I do have problems with children having to do without the basics, because the dog has to go to a special groomer or gets special treatment. Another pet peeve is cabinet doors left open. It is strange that this would bother me so much, because I am not a very neat or organized person. I have lots of pet peeves, which means I am a complainer. I try not to be, but it just seems easier to complain than to try and do anything about it. Another pet peeve of mine is slang words that most people used to be considered cussing. Now in our society they are accepted by many. I don't think anyone should speak out loud or write a word or phrase they wouldn't want their child to say to a teacher at school or church.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will hit publish post, and enter into the word of blogging. More gripes, er I mean, pet peeves to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036278161057909757-6130517993190777103?l=brendakayr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/feeds/6130517993190777103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036278161057909757&amp;postID=6130517993190777103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6130517993190777103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036278161057909757/posts/default/6130517993190777103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendakayr.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>How You Live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208964311805458748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
