<?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-1897912464884230059</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:54:23.928-07:00</updated><category term='casa'/><category term='bithdays'/><category term='me'/><category term='hugs'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='loss'/><category term='birds'/><category term='metelda'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='joy'/><category term='foster kids'/><category term='famifriends'/><category term='working out'/><category term='family friends'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='memories'/><category term='fire'/><category term='X&apos;S'/><category term='family'/><category term='mom'/><category term='voluntreers'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='poems'/><category term='matilda'/><category term='humor'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>TIME TRAVEL</title><subtitle type='html'>SIMPLE TIMES</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-2855051423855508156</id><published>2009-12-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:26:45.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas:   JOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2855051423855508156?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2855051423855508156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2855051423855508156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2855051423855508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2855051423855508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-5170894526413533428</id><published>2009-12-05T07:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:03:44.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>FOOT PRINTS</title><content type='html'>This is the back story to a earlier post. Most people are familiar with the poem foot prints. One of my favorites, had it on my wall in the hallway of our home, it was there it remind me that (i) was never alone that we are never alone. Know that poem was given to someone once someone that is loved ever much and he was told to keep it. He didn't what it yet it was a gift not a choice he had a right to do with it as he wished. That was the day i thought i let Go and let God but in reality it was the day i started down a path of self destruction. The poem was given to my then husband words were spoken of how tired i was of careering him lets just say control issues.... What i didn't and am just know starting to understand is how much damage i was about to do to my self in the following days and years to come. And that is were we will start my story one that will weave in and out of time, past and present looking to the future with hope. The store of one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Woman's&lt;/span&gt; life the joy that's in her Heart because she was loved first, while standing on HIS shoulder she has faith knowing she is loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-5170894526413533428?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5170894526413533428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5170894526413533428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5170894526413533428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5170894526413533428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/12/foot-prints_05.html' title='FOOT PRINTS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-7364001845451313513</id><published>2009-12-05T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:45:22.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>foot prints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-7364001845451313513?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/7364001845451313513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=7364001845451313513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7364001845451313513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7364001845451313513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/12/foot-prints.html' title='foot prints'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-9217843293929305141</id><published>2009-11-26T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:49:07.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>THERE IS NO WORDS THAT CAN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EXPRESS&lt;/span&gt; HOW THANKFUL I AM THIS THANKSGIVING DAY!  :o)   FROM ONE  TURKEY TO ANOTHER LOVE TO ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-9217843293929305141?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/9217843293929305141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=9217843293929305141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9217843293929305141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9217843293929305141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-1546135370948619748</id><published>2009-08-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:46:25.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>yesterday's moments</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is like so many other days ,things we all do them typical days. MY DAY started with shopping, oil change to the car,  picking up meds. for Mom. My neighbor had a Birthday, saw the love in a mothers eyes when she looked at her baby, held the door open for a old man a lot of moments that brought great joy. &lt;br /&gt;There was a funeral, a child i love now has a black eye, was sent a email about a suicide, and some one with cancer. Moments of sorrow and loss and moment of great joy,  yesterday would have been my fathers 81 birthday, and like his life so the day went.   What will today bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-1546135370948619748?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/1546135370948619748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=1546135370948619748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1546135370948619748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1546135370948619748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterdays-moments.html' title='yesterday&apos;s moments'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-354687713907957493</id><published>2009-08-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:29:56.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X&apos;S'/><title type='text'>summer swimming</title><content type='html'>i question were to start&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; so i will just &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DIVE&lt;/span&gt; in. i am looking for all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ceditors&lt;/span&gt; lets just get this done and over with you may call between the hrs of 10-2 Mondays-Friday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PLEASE THE WEEKEND ARE FOR MY EMEDIATE FAMILY SO ALL CALL WILL BE&lt;/span&gt; SCREENED. &lt;/span&gt;i will be in good humor and ready for all questions in regards to my X-husband and when i say X, over 20 years no child. Becasue you have me listed as a relative for some reason, being the good x wife that i am i have put this time aside just for you. I am trying to find the humor in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; weekly if not daily phone calls for someone that thought it would be funny spending his time doing God &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what to get himself in the trouble his is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creditor&lt;/span&gt; or some one you &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; is ask them to be a little more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; to the people that you call, ya never now what went down between LONG LOST relative. A new meaning FOR till death due us part.&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;90 years old&lt;/span&gt;, cane in hand, phone rings (10 ring later) get to the phone out of breath ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;hhhelloooo&lt;/span&gt;) slow shaky voice.&lt;br /&gt;VOICE on the other end ,&lt;br /&gt;example1. perky voice is so in so there.&lt;br /&gt;example 2. deep voice is this Mrs. blank i am looking for Mr. blank.&lt;br /&gt;example 3. YOU fill in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;" I give up yes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;coommeee&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ovverr&lt;/span&gt;, i have been hiding him for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laassttt&lt;/span&gt; 60 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yearrrss&lt;/span&gt; he is getting to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oolldd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; take &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carrre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;offf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; any more, i just can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;keeeeppp&lt;/span&gt; up with this game, so please help a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girrlll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;outt&lt;/span&gt; and take him off my hands". &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Great thanks&lt;/span&gt; "i live at &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;xxx hooker drive, Norma ville, Ca. &lt;/span&gt;O you can't find it well that is were he has been sense 1998. it's on the map i am sure if you try real hard you can find it i will be changing my number soon thanks for YOUR call, good by".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-354687713907957493?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/354687713907957493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=354687713907957493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/354687713907957493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/354687713907957493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-question-were-to-start-so-i-will-just.html' title='summer swimming'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-8530926114282988177</id><published>2009-03-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:09:55.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metelda'/><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY GARDEN</title><content type='html'>I'AM BACK : that was a long time aways !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL RESTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is in the air, and although it is still cold in some parts! there is the relishing of the fressness that the morning brings, the warth of the afternoons that leads into the coolness once again of our evenings. It's spring the plainting is done, time for the slow growth. In my life there has been many things that have taken there time to grow, it would full a book and with a great writer we could have a mini series. And that is just my past !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGARDS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matelda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8530926114282988177?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8530926114282988177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8530926114282988177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8530926114282988177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8530926114282988177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-my-garden.html' title='WELCOME TO MY GARDEN'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-3857520404718294325</id><published>2009-03-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:19:57.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matilda'/><title type='text'>MATILDA</title><content type='html'>I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MATILDA : she will visit now and then, she is embraced with love around here, we run with her hope you enjoy her while she is hear she loves every one and would not hurt a fly but if you put a rat in her way watch out she will smach it like a bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-3857520404718294325?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/3857520404718294325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=3857520404718294325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3857520404718294325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3857520404718294325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2009/03/matilda.html' title='MATILDA'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-2963242485007831269</id><published>2008-12-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:14:51.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>MONDAYS POEM #5 posted on wednesday</title><content type='html'>There&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Arrives&lt;br /&gt;In all of Our lives&lt;br /&gt;A joyousMoment of&lt;br /&gt;Sweet silence&lt;br /&gt;Which notifies&lt;br /&gt;It is time to blend&lt;br /&gt;Into the vast horizon&lt;br /&gt;Of the palette painting a days end&lt;br /&gt;And there we find again our gentle loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting as these divine peaceful skies&lt;br /&gt;Of the eternal sunrise that is just&lt;br /&gt;Around the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to guess this week; title and author, Time To Blend by Silent Lotus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2963242485007831269?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2963242485007831269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2963242485007831269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2963242485007831269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2963242485007831269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/mondays-poem-5-posted-on-wednesday.html' title='MONDAYS POEM #5 posted on wednesday'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-7661566461902217550</id><published>2008-12-09T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:41:44.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>My little corner</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 1/2 years, that we have lived here and i am still not done hanging and putting everything up. So woman make honey do lists not me i ask, and if it doesn't happen i will try it my self or a will what. I wasn't in a rush because we have moved every time i get thing just the why i like them so this time i have been very slow to put the house all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/ST9NFrG2LbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/d68NGWVIuac/s1600-h/101_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278022048167636402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/ST9NFrG2LbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/d68NGWVIuac/s320/101_1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little corner has memories, grandma's chair that sat in her home next to the window, my grandpa's table he got out of the trash and repaired. Items from Brazil that were a gift to my late husband and myself from Albie. He was an exchange student that lived at his home when he was a young man. And i find my self longing to take a trip when i look at this pic he had taken when he visited there, and a pair of antique binoculars everything in this corner has memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/ST9MZZct5UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dRCz_1u6Z38/s1600-h/101_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278021287513285954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/ST9MZZct5UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dRCz_1u6Z38/s320/101_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fountain i came home to after visting the kids for my last anniversary, some plants the one in the red dish for Tom and Helen who both past on last year, the little church Hubby got me as a gift. They my be thing to some but they are memories to me each plant, items etc; i find peace in this corner i set and read sometimes so adding the items to the wall on the top pic, it is feeling a little more like home. what is you special space or corner that you go to just be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk soon. s &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/1897912464884230059-7661566461902217550?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/7661566461902217550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=7661566461902217550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7661566461902217550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7661566461902217550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-corner.html' title='My little corner'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/ST9NFrG2LbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/d68NGWVIuac/s72-c/101_1860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-660177823395911965</id><published>2008-12-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:20:14.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>POEMS MONDAY #4</title><content type='html'>IT IS A LONG ONE: I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Kings came riding from far away,&lt;br /&gt;Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;&lt;br /&gt;Three Wise Men out of the East were they,&lt;br /&gt;And they traveled by night and they slept by day,&lt;br /&gt;For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star was so beautiful, large and clear,&lt;br /&gt;That all the other stars of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Became a white mist in the atmosphere;&lt;br /&gt;And by this they knew that the coming was near&lt;br /&gt;Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,&lt;br /&gt;Three caskets of gold with golden keys;&lt;br /&gt;Their robes were of crimson silk,with rows&lt;br /&gt;Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,&lt;br /&gt;Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the Three Kings rode into the West,&lt;br /&gt;Through the dusk of night over hill and dell,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,&lt;br /&gt;With the people they met at some wayside well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of the child that is born," said Baltasar,"&lt;br /&gt;Good people,I pray you, tell us the news;&lt;br /&gt;For we in the East have seen his star,&lt;br /&gt;And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,&lt;br /&gt;To find and worship the King of the Jews."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people answered, "You ask in vain;&lt;br /&gt;We know of no king but Herod the Great!"&lt;br /&gt;They thought the Wise Men were men insane,&lt;br /&gt;As they spurred their horses across the plain&lt;br /&gt;Like riders in haste who cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they came to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,&lt;br /&gt;Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem,&lt;br /&gt;And bring me tidings of this new king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they rode away, and the star stood still,&lt;br /&gt;The only one in the gray of morn;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will,&lt;br /&gt;Right over Bethlehem on the hill,&lt;br /&gt;The city of David where Christ was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the&lt;br /&gt;guard,&lt;br /&gt;Through the silent street, till their horses turned&lt;br /&gt;And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;&lt;br /&gt;But the windows were closed, and the doors were&lt;br /&gt;barred,&lt;br /&gt;And only a light in the stable burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cradled there in the scented hay,&lt;br /&gt;In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,&lt;br /&gt;The little child in the manger lay,&lt;br /&gt;The Child that would be King one dayOf a kingdom not human, but divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother, Mary of Nazareth,&lt;br /&gt;Sat watching beside his place of rest,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the even flow of his breath,&lt;br /&gt;For the joy of life and the terror of death&lt;br /&gt;Were mingled together in her breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid their offerings at his feet:&lt;br /&gt;The gold was their tribute to a King;&lt;br /&gt;The frankincense, with its odor sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Was for the Priest, the Paraclete;&lt;br /&gt;The myrrh for the body's burying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mother wondered and bowed her head,&lt;br /&gt;And sat as still as a statue of stone;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart was troubled yet comforted,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what the angel had said&lt;br /&gt;Of an endless reign and of David's throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,&lt;br /&gt;With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;&lt;br /&gt;But they went not back to Herod the Great,&lt;br /&gt;For they knew his malice and feared his hate,&lt;br /&gt;And returned to their homes by another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i got this on off the internet: today night while watching The Naviity Story what a great night what did you do and can you find the name of this poems? Talk Soon!  edited on 12/17/08 the name of the poem is the Three Wise Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longefellow i hope you enjoyed it. s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-660177823395911965?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/660177823395911965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=660177823395911965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/660177823395911965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/660177823395911965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-kings-came-riding-from-far-away.html' title='POEMS MONDAY #4'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-6138755353604885094</id><published>2008-12-06T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:58:20.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntreers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saturdays hopes</title><content type='html'>Was felling better so i was able to pick up my CASA kid and off we went on a new adventure. Today's morning was prep work, we will be traveling back in time next week. more pic's to follow it will be my first year so i am excited.   My CASA and i are going to be in the village of Bethlehem.  The Bethlehem Experience. my hope is that it will get people thinging on the gift of the birth of Christ.  Go to&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotobethlehem.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.gotobethlehem.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STtNDNEvmjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-CUpGBlsobA/s1600-h/101_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276896105839172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STtNDNEvmjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-CUpGBlsobA/s320/101_1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some came from a fair to help, and are not members of this chruch, yet they gave up there day to help set up. It was great every one pitching in and working together young and old it was a fun day. Then off to the birthday party at the park, can you remember your 18th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STtMxC1-dyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FzMdwhHRe3g/s1600-h/101_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276895793855231778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STtMxC1-dyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FzMdwhHRe3g/s320/101_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am sure this will be a birthday she will remember for ever. the kids BBQ'ed calif style, friends came but had to cut it short at 4:30 she had to work, i can remember working on my 18th. Was working in a convalescent home form the age of 15 1/2, with the elderly the ones with no family or family that is unable to care.  Now i find myself in my late 40's working with foster kids the ones with no family or ones that are unable to care for waht ever reason.  i have recieved blessing in both to see these young one with hope, and the lesson i learn for the old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How thankful i find myself to have work with the forgotten one of our time in America. One of my favorite memories is a little old lady that was a Sunday school teacher she would sing Jesus love me, over and over all day. Some found that trying on there ears but for me i looked forward to seeing and singing with her each day she was a little ray of sun shine, in all the sadness.  I find my self once again looking for the lessons and blessings, the more i look the more i see.  We are a strong nation, and i love that there are thoughs out there helping all over the world.  Yet were will we be if we as a stong nation fall our children and fall our elderly i think about what do other country see in us.  What is your thoughs?  Talk soon  s. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-6138755353604885094?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/6138755353604885094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=6138755353604885094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6138755353604885094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6138755353604885094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturdays-hopes.html' title='Saturdays hopes'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STtNDNEvmjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-CUpGBlsobA/s72-c/101_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-7566495795694707873</id><published>2008-12-05T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:38:53.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>WHO's JOB IS IT TO ANYWAYS</title><content type='html'>A little history i think my very first job was to clean, one of the gifts we recieved was no allowances for just being a kid. The first time i can remember someone cleaning my home&lt;br /&gt;was being married to #2. The nicest 3 lady's i also remember the day they said they couldn't clean any more.  Ah then i have paid many a young lady in my time to come and help me clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STmxqkIz0YI/AAAAAAAAANM/B55N-Y4NLH0/s1600-h/101_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276443783254495618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STmxqkIz0YI/AAAAAAAAANM/B55N-Y4NLH0/s320/101_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here in so calif., you have to come up with your own &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FLAKES &lt;/span&gt;at this time of year so sad no snow. I flaked having a fever and all, i didn't want to get her sick. So for now my home will have to wait, hoping to get every thing together before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of Hopes and dreams they all rest in God. I am blessed there are thous out there to help me clean when the time comes again. There is a time for every thing, that brings me peace. Who's job is it to clean in your house and what gift can your remember form your youth that has molded you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-7566495795694707873?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/7566495795694707873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=7566495795694707873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7566495795694707873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/7566495795694707873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-job-is-it-to-anyways.html' title='WHO&apos;s JOB IS IT TO ANYWAYS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STmxqkIz0YI/AAAAAAAAANM/B55N-Y4NLH0/s72-c/101_1757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-1218664487494660902</id><published>2008-12-04T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:42:38.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>e a t</title><content type='html'>mom said to say hi to everyone, she is unable to post this thursday. Elderly abuse Thursday will turn next week untill then have a blessed week. s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-1218664487494660902?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/1218664487494660902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=1218664487494660902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1218664487494660902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1218664487494660902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-t.html' title='e a t'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-5640613250745718558</id><published>2008-12-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:13:52.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><title type='text'>YESTERDAY + today = rest</title><content type='html'>Running all day by the time i stop ed it was 7:00 and off the the store for Halls with vitamin C and Echinacea. My hubby wanted to share so, i should have stated home yesterday i felt it coming, but no i didn't stay home like my hubby asked me to.  Today I'm making phone call to cancel apt's. i am going to get some rest not wanting to shareh this cold.  Dear Lord my hope and prayer is for all thous i came in contact with yesterday that there immune systems are health and that it would be your will that they have a blessed holiday season with out getting sick, I am thankful for this time of rest, hoping to get before Saturday as not wanting to disappoint my CASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you the kind of person that will go out and share with the world or do you stay home and rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-5640613250745718558?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5640613250745718558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5640613250745718558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5640613250745718558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5640613250745718558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-today-rest.html' title='YESTERDAY + today = rest'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-6018147320591894146</id><published>2008-12-02T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:58:55.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>HINT REQUEST</title><content type='html'>OK PEEPS I GOT A HINT REQUEST: on the poem below you have to go to comments to see the hint: thankful for the request because i am busy today and hubby is sick so i have little time today! hope you and your are having a great day. talk soon s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-6018147320591894146?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/6018147320591894146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=6018147320591894146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6018147320591894146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6018147320591894146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/hint-request.html' title='HINT REQUEST'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-1661519700921582045</id><published>2008-12-01T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:16:27.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>MONDAYS POEM # 3</title><content type='html'>last week poem was A TRIP TO XIANGSHAN (FRAGRANT HILLS) PARK written by Br. Peter Lhou Bangjiu. O.S.B. this poem came from the book he wrote : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dawn Breaks in the East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Benedictine Monk's 26 Ordeal in the Prisons of Communist China in Defense of his Faith. Enjoying the book and have enjoyed some special moment in the presents of this quiet man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK FOR THIS WEEKS POEM :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though the fire, You see us finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For You see beyond, to who&lt;br /&gt;we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For you see our souls perfected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the heart of your desire Lord you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see us finished through the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This poem always reminds me of my soup bowls. hubby is sick with a simply cold, that is why i picked this poem i will be using them this week. I been having fun with this poem of the week this being # 3 not much response so let me help you if you need more hint on this one leave a comment and i will give you another hint. i would love someone to guess just one before the end of the year. talk soon. s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-1661519700921582045?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/1661519700921582045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=1661519700921582045' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1661519700921582045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1661519700921582045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-poem-3.html' title='MONDAYS POEM # 3'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-8599675666349959204</id><published>2008-11-29T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:19:56.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>MY FUZZY b-d gift</title><content type='html'>Some my see a fuzzy pic and because i have the skinny meaning it came form #2 I NOW BETTER. it was raped in x-mas paper it was adorned in costume jewelry form one of his dumpster dives. ah but this is from my bro. the one that is still paying child support on children one 21 and one 18, he has given up so much he is a great dad, wonderful brother, and friend. It was a gift i got on Thanksgiving Day, that was for my birthday. So what do you think it was? it could have been a box of rocks and i wouldn't have cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STNE-1wHLgI/AAAAAAAAANE/MDaFCxiEsWQ/s1600-h/101_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635434952437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STNE-1wHLgI/AAAAAAAAANE/MDaFCxiEsWQ/s320/101_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any one out there with a guess? I have a surprise for how ever guesses the closes or who ever guess it wright first. I will give you a hint it isn't costume, you have one week! talk soon. s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8599675666349959204?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8599675666349959204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8599675666349959204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8599675666349959204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8599675666349959204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-my-see-fuzzy-pic-and-because-i.html' title='MY FUZZY b-d gift'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STNE-1wHLgI/AAAAAAAAANE/MDaFCxiEsWQ/s72-c/101_1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-9027385019912178885</id><published>2008-11-28T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:01:03.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>BLACK FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>This is the day we all do our part to keep the economy running, it's the day people shop early starting at Mid-night like my niece and her Mom, I slept in. And then by the time i got my butt moving,(was into a book) we couldn't find parking, the next best thing to all the crowds, was Target to get the gift cards we needed, stopped at Ross, one other small local shop, lunch i had hubby with me so we made the day a non stress day. What is your holiday shopping routine and has it changed over the years? talk soon s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-9027385019912178885?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/9027385019912178885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=9027385019912178885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9027385019912178885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9027385019912178885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='BLACK FRIDAY'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-3767375388659608990</id><published>2008-11-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:26:45.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famifriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>THANK GOD FOR THE LITTLE DEVILS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STCMPoGewnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TNCN12UpljU/s1600-h/101_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off the morning stuffing the turkey and of course devil eggs! That's my little devil always helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STCABLocMGI/AAAAAAAAAME/iYEorM7wyqs/s1600-h/101_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273855921441484898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STCABLocMGI/AAAAAAAAAME/iYEorM7wyqs/s320/101_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and her youngest stripping Brussels sprouts. If your are from India's family they call them money balls i asked why she call them that she said "i dont know my dad always call them that". I have had susi money balls any one out that has another food item, with the same name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB_3SdOMvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SzDNmE_STro/s1600-h/101_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273855751474787058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB_3SdOMvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SzDNmE_STro/s320/101_1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was great to have everyone pitchin and help, my back was out and i wasn't feeling very good the last couple of days! how could i not be thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB_srsCFWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4EUp-6Mb9q8/s1600-h/101_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273855569269232994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB_srsCFWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4EUp-6Mb9q8/s320/101_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittnee and India with the wish bone ! i hope she get her wish . . . &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273868582540494386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STCLiJ5rRjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TTBto6nnlAY/s320/101_1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we finished off the night with some friends a simple Thanksgiving. I loved it, i hope yours was simply blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB-KYLVSuI/AAAAAAAAALk/XCO7f2BHYiU/s1600-h/101_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273853880404626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STB-KYLVSuI/AAAAAAAAALk/XCO7f2BHYiU/s320/101_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoly made Pad Thia, i am sorry i didn't get a pic of it for you it's yummy! every one went home with leftovers. Nowing I don't have to cook for the next few days gives me one more thing to be thankful about, take care and talk soon. s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-3767375388659608990?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/3767375388659608990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=3767375388659608990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3767375388659608990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3767375388659608990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='THANK GOD FOR THE LITTLE DEVILS!'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/STCABLocMGI/AAAAAAAAAME/iYEorM7wyqs/s72-c/101_1791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-2944239363548619975</id><published>2008-11-27T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:16:52.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>E a T # 4  thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well back again this time on a lighter note had a wonderful Thanksgiving with my family. Had turkey with all the trimmings. My dog came too and she whittled on the floor, thank goodness Sherry has tile flooring in her home. And then she got a treat not for whittling but because she was so darn cute. Quote of the week be thankful in all things.&lt;br /&gt;In till next week D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2944239363548619975?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2944239363548619975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2944239363548619975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2944239363548619975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2944239363548619975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-t-4-thanksgiving.html' title='E a T # 4  thanksgiving'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-434275470431685536</id><published>2008-11-26T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:58:22.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>BENNIE'S</title><content type='html'>one of the thing i love about my #2 bro is he is not proud he will dumpster dive and i get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bennie's&lt;/span&gt;! For this one all i have to do is put the cream in an old face cream jar and walla i am get to go for another couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SS4DHWh7d3I/AAAAAAAAALM/jGEYUe7JXX4/s1600-h/101_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273155638539286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SS4DHWh7d3I/AAAAAAAAALM/jGEYUe7JXX4/s320/101_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over and over i use that glass jar of chanel it's just the right size! I am always up for the free bees that #2 bro. gets, or the marked off items form his work really cheap. He has picked me up wine at a buck or 2, .50 cents for a bag candy or cookies. The last dumpster treasure was costume jewelry, i think the all time favorite was the surprise. Ring ring, now my husbands was away form home on a work trip," i have a surprise if you can come over and help me". Me what? #2 just come over, OK i get there and it is a fire pit 4 chairs cushions and all, we just had to do a mosaic because one of the end had broke, so in two days with the left over tiles for the kitchen remodel we had a master piece.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any one in your life that is a dumpster diver! or can get thing so cheap with i little imagination, you have a master piece. i love you Danny thanks for loving me and my hubby so much your the best. talk soon. s. &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/1897912464884230059-434275470431685536?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/434275470431685536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=434275470431685536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/434275470431685536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/434275470431685536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/bennies.html' title='BENNIE&apos;S'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SS4DHWh7d3I/AAAAAAAAALM/jGEYUe7JXX4/s72-c/101_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-8282980642435864892</id><published>2008-11-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:31:26.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>FREE RANGE MIND AND THE CHICKENS</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the free range of my mind ! as i wonder from though to though i hope you enjoy my journey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSww4RFQS6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jB1d8T9dwIE/s1600-h/101_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272643006960257954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSww4RFQS6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jB1d8T9dwIE/s320/101_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 30 more day's in till Christmas i now i now what does Christmas have to do with chickens this is one of the gifts i will be giving this year! if your on my list i hope you enjoy the gift that keep on giving so with no further a due: meet my inspiration Thelma and Luise: these are my brothers chickens, my other brothers girl friend named them they replaced the two my mom had for many year:&lt;br /&gt;Mom lived on a small farm before moving to Calif., at the age of 11yrs. Before settling in the Subaru's of the valley in her present home for  the past 48 years.  Most people did not have chickens  in the Subaru's, that is country style living but Mom did, she did what she could to take care of use kids.  Anyways one of her chickens laid green egg and the other brown one was from South America and the other was a Road Island Red. I had named them after patents i had taken care of in a Convalescent Home, Henrietta and Gertrude , they worked in vaudeville, the lady's not the chickens, what sweeties old birds.  I had started working there when i was 15 1/2, there are many story's from that time in my life, some good, some that made me tougher then i was already.  Some day ask me about Phebe my heart still cry for her, i am just now able to pray for that girl that i work with.  They say when you get old and by no means am there yet, they are the Golden Years.  I think that the years of youth are the Golden Years, they are the most precious years. I can't ( but i must) wait to see the g-kids, face to face again to hold them in my arms to hug them and to kiss there sweet cheeks. Which reminds me of other birds of my past, sweet cheeks, jenny, honey, and lovey, Bill would let them fly all over the house and then coach them back to there cages. then we have Don's bird, from the boy across the street. Pecker died this last year she was not a lady's lady she only liked men. How she got her name well some would say that story is for the birds. But i say Don was able to calm her, she would sign for him, i am like that bird Don has been able to clam me and bring a sence of comfort to my life.  ly honey.  talk soon s. &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/1897912464884230059-8282980642435864892?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8282980642435864892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8282980642435864892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8282980642435864892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8282980642435864892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-range-mind-and-chickens.html' title='FREE RANGE MIND AND THE CHICKENS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSww4RFQS6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jB1d8T9dwIE/s72-c/101_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-86289711100112924</id><published>2008-11-24T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:12:10.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>TITLE THIS POEM  MONDAY</title><content type='html'>LAST WEEK WE HAD ONLY ONE RESONCE THANK YOU AMY FOR STOPING BY LAST WEEK : so this week i will give you a hint;  this one was writen by someone i know personal and is in a book he wrote.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car carries me to the top of the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight of autumn caresses my head.&lt;br /&gt;Vast clouds and mists fill the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The Capital has disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;only the sun shines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fragrant Hills are radiant;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves, red as fire,&lt;br /&gt;Have spread their sweet scent far and near.&lt;br /&gt;The chillness of fall has already come;&lt;br /&gt;Were i never again to see their rich color,&lt;br /&gt;My heart would break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me who wrote this, or the title? last weeks poems "Journey of the Magi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk soon s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-86289711100112924?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/86289711100112924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=86289711100112924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/86289711100112924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/86289711100112924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-poems-post-2.html' title='TITLE THIS POEM  MONDAY'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-2550057517157394414</id><published>2008-11-22T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:03:23.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Good morning i was up and . out of the house by 7:15 drove one hr 40 min. for a board meeting then meet with a friend who does stain glass for a project he is doing for me,then 1hr and 40 home, it's now 2:00. This drive brings back memories of so much see i have been doing this drive for some 20 years. I've been married 11 years, known my husband now for almost 14, so some of the memories are from before i new my husband, they are what God has used to mold me. Well i came home to my honey waiting for me and (lunch) it is funny how simple things make me happy. See he started to feed me when we first met. with that first note on my office door, i was a 92Lbs ball of nerve's, it was just before Easter having been through a very ruff time. Bill had past away 6months before, i had fallen down some stairs, and i had people calling me daily to pay the bills. At the ripe old age of 33 i found my self in probate had been told by the attorney not to pay the bills in till we were able to figure out what every thing was worth. There was a 5Th on the house. The year before was the 94 earth quick, I had signed on 2 SBA loans for the business that my name wasn't on it that was stupid, thing were a real mess. It wasn't in till a month after Bill died that i had found out that he had lift me some live insurance. The business check book had a -10,000 + and the personal one not much better. i was a walking ball of nerves hence down to 92 lbs. . The Pro-Bo no attorney had to find me a liquidator most of the inventory was out dated all for another story, this post is to count my blessing. One of the blessings in that it all got donate it to a non profit, the supplies over filled a Semi-truck. This is just a little back round as to why i find the simple things to be thankful for. My hubby showing me how much he cares in simple ways, how much he loves me are my daily blessings. There was i time in my life that i wouldn't have seen that as a blessing, i wanted the fun the excitement of the night life and all that went with it. It is now the simplest things that i see like the morning corny poems when he calls me, when he complains about work yet he gets up every morning with out fall and goes. He is a great friend, husband, provider, son in law, etc i could go on and on how he has supported me and my loved ones in my life. So today is the day i say Thanks Honey i am thankful you love God, and that you love me. Thank You for all the extras you did this weekend. Thank You for taking care of me, so i don't have to work out side of the home, thank you for helping me with Ashlee, thank you working so hard so i can go see the kids, thank you thank you thank you. Now i am going to go iron you shirts. Ironing make me smile because it is a very small why i can say thank you. love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you show loved ones you love them in small ways! and what do you see as a blessing that others may not see? To all you peeps have a blessed day talk soon. s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2550057517157394414?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2550057517157394414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2550057517157394414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2550057517157394414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2550057517157394414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-5563777949653715247</id><published>2008-11-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:33:47.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>time to Wickiup ! 3 (21's)</title><content type='html'>it's Wickiup jct time: time to be thankful for all we have around us time to make our list if we are real with ourselves we will be able to see all that God has given us. Thanks you to all who called today with wishes of a h-b day, and to thous that stop ed by, your the best. For all the loved ones that forgot. well lets be real no biggy how many time have i not called or remembered you special day, thanks for going easy on me, your the very best because you love me anyways.  So many things to be thankful for.  IT IS WICKIUP TIME TO START CHECKING OFF MY LIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSd9qJ80C3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JhKOe4eyrUs/s1600-h/101_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271320052039420786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSd9qJ80C3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JhKOe4eyrUs/s320/101_1716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time to shop smart there is 33 day left before: well yes "We all now 33 day before Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSd9fE8ncHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H-9SaJXuRTw/s1600-h/101_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271319861717856370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSd9fE8ncHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H-9SaJXuRTw/s320/101_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 33 day before that blessed day of the birth, and with out that we would not have had Easter.  Today and for the next 33 i will think about the gift of the birth as i shop for thous i love. So shop smart and give the gift of prayer, along with any other ( things ) you give, and receive with the heart of thanksgiving. So today was my 21st post, on the 21 day with 21 blessing and counting. have a blessed day and SHOP SMART talk soon. s.&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/1897912464884230059-5563777949653715247?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5563777949653715247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5563777949653715247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5563777949653715247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5563777949653715247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-wickiup.html' title='time to Wickiup ! 3 (21&apos;s)'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSd9qJ80C3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JhKOe4eyrUs/s72-c/101_1716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-1256844487659614585</id><published>2008-11-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:06:59.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famifriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>E a T #3 mom's thursday guest post</title><content type='html'>Well here I am again ! I came home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shred&lt;/span&gt; papers that I have saved for thirty years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that sad!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I will do that again for one reason i'l  be dead and the other reason its to much work !!! It took me three days non stop. On a lighter note i found pictures of family that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen in years a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; that brings back memories. Quote of the day keep up with your paper work its easier that way! See you next week. D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-1256844487659614585?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/1256844487659614585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=1256844487659614585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1256844487659614585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1256844487659614585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-t-3.html' title='E a T #3 mom&apos;s thursday guest post'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-5839449183680388905</id><published>2008-11-19T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:06:17.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famifriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>SEPIA/BLACK AND WHITE/color</title><content type='html'>SEPIA OR BLACK AND WHITE: colorizing photo's is one of the hobbies i gave up a few years back i really love to take a photo's that has no color, and make them look like it was shot in color going through old photos i came cross these, it triggered in me a memory of going to class and learning how to colorize :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSTEltfxD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l5LmJoAmWAA/s1600-h/me+&amp;amp;&amp;amp;+nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553616077361058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSTEltfxD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l5LmJoAmWAA/s320/me+%26%26+nadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these are of my nieces and her friend she lives in Las Vegas, she comes each summer to visit, has form the age of 2 1/2 , she loves animals she has asked if she could have a zebra, horse, pig, it really doesn't matter what kind of animal. i have been pray that one day she will work with animals that she would focus on he school work. she has had a lot of up hill battle to over come, she lives in a small apartment, her nanny love her and take care of her, she gets no support from her father and it brakes my heart. Yet she still loves him, she has had to grow up and handle thing at a much fast pass then she should have had to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSTETBpAzbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8rTOzfwKzlM/s1600-h/BLK+ND+WHITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553295067336114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSTETBpAzbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8rTOzfwKzlM/s320/BLK+ND+WHITE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i selfish prayer is that i may be there to see her fa fill her dreams, she is a special young woman still innocent in so many way, yet so grown up. Thanks for calling and keep up the good work at school your doing great. i think i will have to pick up that hobby again. i love you honey, much love aunt sherry &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/1897912464884230059-5839449183680388905?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5839449183680388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5839449183680388905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5839449183680388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5839449183680388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/sepiablack-and-white.html' title='SEPIA/BLACK AND WHITE/color'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSTEltfxD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l5LmJoAmWAA/s72-c/me+%26%26+nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-166732933902109384</id><published>2008-11-18T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:14:30.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>HIKING PIC</title><content type='html'>just one of the bridges we took to get to the water falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNwkplGKrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nxWze02NbVw/s1600-h/hiking+51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270179763892660914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNwkplGKrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nxWze02NbVw/s320/hiking+51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; young love &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNwc8yGHuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GwSlYKrb6Ws/s1600-h/hiking4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270179631608504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNwc8yGHuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GwSlYKrb6Ws/s320/hiking4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Karate kid in training: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNrNsnKJfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BEZQzhf5uR8/s1600-h/hiking+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270173872011486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNrNsnKJfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BEZQzhf5uR8/s320/hiking+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New friends Des and her man Des took up hiking as a new year resolution last year, they hike one x a week, and we got to go ! he he fun and my leg are sore but i loved it. Good work out! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNq_0gQEZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jL1nCgGN4gs/s1600-h/hiking2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270173633611829650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNq_0gQEZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jL1nCgGN4gs/s320/hiking2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good friends for about a year now just hanging out on the trail of life supporting each other. something we all need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNq3w8mhUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0tMo-_flgto/s1600-h/hiking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270173495218046274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNq3w8mhUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0tMo-_flgto/s320/hiking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i enjoyed it so much that i will have to say i just may have to take it up this next year as a goal. to love on my self and get in shape. This year will be coming to a close soon have you thought what your going to do for a new years resolution i have never made one. This maybe a first. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-166732933902109384?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/166732933902109384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=166732933902109384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/166732933902109384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/166732933902109384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiking-pic.html' title='HIKING PIC'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SSNwkplGKrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nxWze02NbVw/s72-c/hiking+51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-5683140900200098101</id><published>2008-11-17T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:00:50.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>"TITLE THIS POEM"  MONDAY  title nov. 24,"Journey of the Magi"</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE FIRST OF THE TITLE THIS POEM MONDAY: can you guess what the title of this poem is i will do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in till&lt;/span&gt; the end of the year if i get a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; i will continue next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responses&lt;/span&gt; please! next Monday i will edit the title session and post the name of the poem before a post a new poem: ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;All this was a long time ago, I remember,&lt;br /&gt;And I would do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, but set down&lt;br /&gt;This set down&lt;br /&gt;This: were we led all that way for&lt;br /&gt;Birth or Death? this was a Birth, certainly,&lt;br /&gt;We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and&lt;br /&gt;death,&lt;br /&gt;But had thought they were different; this Birth was&lt;br /&gt;Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.&lt;br /&gt;We return to our place, these Kingdoms,&lt;br /&gt;But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,&lt;br /&gt;With an alien people clutching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; gods.&lt;br /&gt;I should be glad of another death.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-5683140900200098101?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5683140900200098101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5683140900200098101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5683140900200098101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5683140900200098101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/title-this-poem-monday.html' title='&quot;TITLE THIS POEM&quot;  MONDAY  title nov. 24,&quot;Journey of the Magi&quot;'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-4306472321665873307</id><published>2008-11-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:17:50.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><title type='text'>SUPRISE SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>I took my c.a.s.a. kid to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; today so i didn't go to the church i attend most Sundays. Today was a special treat they had a guest Alan Atwood he did a dramatization of the book of Mark called the "Traveling Lite" if you haven seen him i hope one day you are able to. To quote the back of the church hand out fantastic. that Pastor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bridgewood&lt;/span&gt; Community &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; in the Twin Cities said ,"It was done in such a contemporary , relevant manner, yet faithfully conveys the eternal truth of the scriptures. you were very well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; by both believers and seeker alike". the Lords timing makes me smile, and then we went hiking followed by Subway lunch with some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friend's&lt;/span&gt; all in all a great day! take care and talk soon. S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-4306472321665873307?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/4306472321665873307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=4306472321665873307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/4306472321665873307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/4306472321665873307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/suprise-sunday.html' title='SUPRISE SUNDAY'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-2481052231568126987</id><published>2008-11-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:59:41.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>WINDS AND FIRES</title><content type='html'>IT IS FALL: in Calif and although we get earthquakes every year we can get the the winds and fires of So Calif. at any time. In fall we can always count on the Santa Anna's to give us the firestorms. This year has been one of our worst years in our area, the fires have no favorites from the wealthy home of Santa Barbara to the mobile home of Sylmar. Yorba Linda to Corona so main people displaced. It has taken form the old and the young. Over 10,000 people under evacuations the wind were to stop by 4:00 today but, they have been extended in till Sunday late, if not into Monday. It is heart braking, please join me in praying for the people displaced my they find shelter and comfort in there time of loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2481052231568126987?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2481052231568126987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2481052231568126987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2481052231568126987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2481052231568126987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/winds-and-fires.html' title='WINDS AND FIRES'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-8355055436380958238</id><published>2008-11-15T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:00:19.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>PAYING RESPECTS</title><content type='html'>2 days ago my husbands birthmother pastway, we are praying for her family as there feet take them down the path of time in the weeks, months, and years a head. I personal am praying for all 6 of her children 3 boy then 3 girls may they find comfort in each other. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8355055436380958238?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8355055436380958238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8355055436380958238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8355055436380958238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8355055436380958238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/paying-respects.html' title='PAYING RESPECTS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-8597880433522719168</id><published>2008-11-14T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:06:07.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>WORKING IT !</title><content type='html'>If you follow my blog you know that i attempted to make bread yesterday, yes it was dense like myself at times. But that is not the reason for this post, it is to show you a window into hubbies heart. After a hard days work he came home to the smell of home made bread,  now my husband has a love for carbs. When we sat down for dinner i removed the bread form the bread maker and it was a half loaf, mom and i laughed so hard i almost ( yes ) p.m.p.'s. Hubby being himself saw nothing wrong, he cut into the bread, buttered it and took his first bit it was warm "mumum". We had sweet potatoes, chicken and herbs, salad and dense bread. After dinner he got up with out prompting and cleaned up i never have to ask, more time then not i have to tell he to stop and rest. I should've done it the old fashion way, hand knead the bread like my mother, and her mother before her, i am the one that broke the tradition never to late to start again. I grew up with home made bread the easy way is not always the best, i think i could get a good work out. Ah i maybe like the gluten when your work it, it activates. talk soon. s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8597880433522719168?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8597880433522719168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8597880433522719168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8597880433522719168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8597880433522719168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-there-if-you-follow-my-blog-you.html' title='WORKING IT !'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-9220733285952114755</id><published>2008-11-13T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:00:42.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>E. a. T. raising to the ocassion part 2</title><content type='html'>hey everyone it mom again: take it away mom.  My daughter reminds me of my mother she is a noog : So here goes i am raising to the occasion my daughter was using her bread maker and stated " i think this yeast is to old" well it was! But it reminded me of a time when i was a child, my parents had just gone shopping at the A.&amp;amp; P. for groceries . While on the way home I sat in the back of our Chevy eating the block of brewers yeast. The yeast was to be used to make bread for the next week. That was in the days when your bottom become as warm as the oven that the bread was to go into. I'm no worse for the wear, but mom was having to return to the store, i guess i got a raise out of her, because i heard about it for years! ah i miss her. Quote of the week: go use some yeast and bake for someone. intill thursday D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-9220733285952114755?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/9220733285952114755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=9220733285952114755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9220733285952114755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/9220733285952114755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/eldery-abuse-thursday-raising-to.html' title='E. a. T. raising to the ocassion part 2'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-8460513627671490203</id><published>2008-11-11T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:55:59.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>what do you see when you look at this pic ? Veterans Day is a day set aside to show respect to the ones that served in one of our Wars ! I think of when i was a little girl my mom baked she would have us once a week help her put together care packages we would sent note and letters to a young man we new and others in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;troop&lt;/span&gt;. His name was John K. so thank you and to all that are serving today. thank you to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; and your time aways form your loved ones.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRoI4P7EarI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WSbmGWzGDVU/s1600-h/101_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267532476603198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRoI4P7EarI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WSbmGWzGDVU/s320/101_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Veterans day is a day that our country has put aside to support and give thanks to thous that have gone into battle that have fought the good fight. There has been many battle through out history. in present time we have some people that were in WWII, others the Korean War, the Vietnam war. Today i give thanks to my Dad for the time he served. Now he has had many battle in his life, and from were i set the Korean War was probably the least of them. And as he enters the final days he may have on the earth i find, myself reflecting on the scars he has to carry. I pray he feals his peace and comfort. I once read how does one honor someone that has Dis-honored you. I asked my mom what she thought and she said to remove self and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in cert&lt;/span&gt; God. This last year i have learned that most(not all) the homeless were once vets of a war or once in foster care or both. They are the one that have made this land i place were we can sleep at night, with out tanks rolling down the middle of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;streets&lt;/span&gt;. So today i am humbled when thinking of this man and the battles only God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;No's&lt;/span&gt; yet he is still able to fight the good fight. I have new hope in a new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; woman Rena that i just met. She is a friend of my Dads, our friendship grows i will see a new side her refection of my Dad. We all have battles to face it's not what we go through it's how others see us as we live this life.  So today i am counting my blessings. Thank You Dad for this new friend, and to my Father for this new friendship. Tring and Honor you as i grow in your light and my, this new friend only see you in me as i ask my self how can i serve today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8460513627671490203?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8460513627671490203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8460513627671490203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8460513627671490203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8460513627671490203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRoI4P7EarI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WSbmGWzGDVU/s72-c/101_1672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-2909340563208178534</id><published>2008-11-10T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:55:39.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>FORGIVNESS</title><content type='html'>We all have a story to tell some of hope and joy, others of sorrow and pain. we are like the beauty of the sea we leave prints in the sand memories that we reflex on to others. The longer i live the more stores i will have to tell, we all have them store of joy, pain, hope, love friendships,&lt;br /&gt;this one is of the past, of a time a young woman thought she was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRkb45Aj10I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ELmFqkaZFxs/s1600-h/DSC_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267271903376299842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRkb45Aj10I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ELmFqkaZFxs/s320/DSC_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is a little window into my memories. The poem of foot prints we all now it even if you aren't a Church goer you have seen it, it was the last thing i gave him the last night i saw him. i asked him when he was 6 months sober and with out a woman in his life to call me. He was my best friend i had known him form the age of 2yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a broken love meter you see my roll model was a alcoholic. At 16 i started to dated my first husband we dated for 8 year before we married. What i though was love on his part wasn't, he was just a messed up kid like me. And although we tried it didn't work, he also had a broken meter. Earlier this year i got a letter from him 20 year form the time we split. The divorce took close to two years i wouldn't file he had to i prayed but God had another plan. This post is one of forgiveness see he wrote to ask for forgiveness. What to do what to do so i prayed about it. then i called him and asked him to forgive me. I was wrong i put up with it, i was not strong and that didn't help him grow as a person. Now the details are not the point so i will leave them out all i can say is it wasn't pretty we were both working off of broken memories. To my surprise he did call my family a few day's later to say sorry to my mom, he told her he is still learning thing form me we hadn't spoke in 20 years. I now God was caring me that day on the phone, i am at peace with my past. I now look at foot prints in a new ways not so much pain but more joy. Prayers answered i will still pray for him but it is a new prayer and yet the same, i pray i see him in haven. i hope you find my reflection as  of a new print, as i count my blessing. talk soon s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-2909340563208178534?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/2909340563208178534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=2909340563208178534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2909340563208178534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/2909340563208178534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-all-have-story-to-tell-some-of-hope.html' title='FORGIVNESS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRkb45Aj10I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ELmFqkaZFxs/s72-c/DSC_0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-3465180763426796505</id><published>2008-11-09T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:10:10.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>R/B united we stand</title><content type='html'>i just love when i don't have to cook anything for more time with loved ones. I will jump at the change to go out, for great mexican food, "why" it's cheap and it fill's you up. So off we went beause after driving Mom to the valley to vote 10 min in line 40 min. in the car to get there. Then by 11:00 picking up # 1 brother stoping for lunch to make sure mom was feed on time (diabectic) time frame keeping the sugar sugar sugar stable. ah home it is now 1:30 off to vote my self 1o min. no line, back in car off to pick up the cake across town, home by 3:oo. Set up for the night every one arrived. it's now 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReb3Vil6SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQClYAHTkqU/s1600-h/101_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849664210430242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReb3Vil6SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQClYAHTkqU/s320/101_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got in car but not before we voted ! the youngest 20, good for her i don't know if she is of the red or blue color because we dont care she voted and exercised her wright great job honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebrmqmlVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wvAQBV-Xeak/s1600-h/101_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849462649001298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebrmqmlVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wvAQBV-Xeak/s320/101_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah yes and we all got tat's for the ocassion. can you guess which one is mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebe1f3lXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-8FZsYIt2Xs/s1600-h/101_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849243292210546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebe1f3lXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-8FZsYIt2Xs/s320/101_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the last votes were tallied before leaving for dinner! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849003566948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebQ4c6YRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/B68onxQsZCE/s320/101_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; but not before the elderly cast there vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebByY6_FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ka0xBBswzNQ/s1600-h/101_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266848744241560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRebByY6_FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ka0xBBswzNQ/s320/101_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to enjoy dinner and return home for some fun! Just to see him smile makes me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReaEGtgTKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P4SPoOj1fu8/s1600-h/101_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266847684544711842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReaEGtgTKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P4SPoOj1fu8/s320/101_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no dis-respect meant just a little humor ! but for some one that can forgive and let go he gets my vote he has my support !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReZyookhsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dh39oca-ISU/s1600-h/101_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266847384413177538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReZyookhsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dh39oca-ISU/s320/101_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a man that will always have my support, my vote. Even in his worst mental pain he was there for me, he helped me through porpate gave of his time to help clean up a 2800 square foot medical office (full of you name it), 2 weeks + off work then help move me to a new home . It was at a time in my life i really needed him and he shined. his mental illness has help me to grow as a person and for that i will forever me greatfull. Not only is he a freind he is my brother, happy birthday David. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReZj3SbJkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kNRZPD4RvLU/s1600-h/101_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReZY_gmwNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fk70vmt05aA/s1600-h/101_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReZLH4ZmnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wf8GHUur3Q0/s1600-h/101_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReY9hRiA0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/CNqj4M44noc/s1600-h/101_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReYwBnWQxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ytblZ_0j-z8/s1600-h/101_1761.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-3465180763426796505?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/3465180763426796505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=3465180763426796505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3465180763426796505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/3465180763426796505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/redblue-united.html' title='R/B united we stand'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SReb3Vil6SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQClYAHTkqU/s72-c/101_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-6233173872748865925</id><published>2008-11-07T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:28:04.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>SHOES/SOULS</title><content type='html'>Walking in others shoes, so at times i ponder on the paths of others. If i had lived there life how would it have been different. Then i must rest in knowing that God has a path for all of us, that he gives us no more then we can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmn2AdHWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B59qex9fOo4/s1600-h/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265946699001306466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmn2AdHWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B59qex9fOo4/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is at this place William Woodworth my husband was laded to rest on the grounds of a desert surrounded by men that live a life of prayer . I received a letter form One of these pressies souls. The reflection of his love that day and over the past 14 year has brought tears to my eyes many times. I think of the girls there mom's and the loss they had to have felt that day and still do as they raise there families. I am sure there is others that ponder on the lose of a loved one. I am thankful in my weakness God was, and still is the strong one. The letter i received was sent to me because of a funeral, that was attended by so many that loved a very special Monk who i am blessed to have known. It reads: post maked date Oct 16Th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmd19KWAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H2aiLvvvzoY/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265946527188801538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmd19KWAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H2aiLvvvzoY/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dearest Sherry, As you can imagine at times i frequently enjoy a certain forgetfulness----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when i do have clear moment full pictures do restore Themselves fully. At the cemetery you were very present to me, Thank you! I realize that it must be hard to revisit pain-- But indeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you my Friend have come a Great ways Courage and Much Love signed Dom, There are a few that know the full weight of that day and the life i lived with Bill. From the eulogy to the grave to the lunch shared that afternoon a family walked, O Lord i think of the shoes, we all walked that day and still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmPh_KyvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rY3ITZdS6IM/s1600-h/DSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265946281310341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmPh_KyvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rY3ITZdS6IM/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and like the Donuts from Valyermo we all have holes piece that God has removed to keep us close to him. Now some of the Donuts have big wholes with a lot of nuts, and others are like the Cinnamon sugar one's you can barley see the hole but it is there. I ponder how do people see me! Like Jackie O' with my glasses on being strong because i had to. Or like that big old nutty Donut that every one could see. And how different does God see me then others! Ah to be loved by God and prayed for by other! counting my blessing as i write this lovely man back and give thanks for his friendship. talk soon s.&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/1897912464884230059-6233173872748865925?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/6233173872748865925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=6233173872748865925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6233173872748865925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6233173872748865925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/vaylermo.html' title='SHOES/SOULS'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRRmn2AdHWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B59qex9fOo4/s72-c/DSC_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-8725492958180515844</id><published>2008-11-06T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:13:43.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntreers'/><title type='text'>volunteers/small town</title><content type='html'>so what does one do when they are on vacation, support the locals you go were the peoples people are. We stopped by this shop run by volunteers, this man has two kids he is adopting from Brazil. From what he said he has to keep them there in till they are of age around 14 so they can deside for them self if they what to stay were they were born or leave there country. so he must travels 3 months then back home and then 3 months again he must have 6 month there when adopting. This little shop also support 35 family they are getting a web page up soon so check back i will do another post on them later, so i can give them a Mr Linky love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRO7LjBleCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlQPglBAYIM/s1600-h/101_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265758196381087778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRO7LjBleCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlQPglBAYIM/s320/101_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the owner also has health problems and is trying to sale the shop ah how God works, will you join me in prayer for him and his family. The pic behind the lady in this pic above is of the 35 family when i asked why? He said "i went on a mission trip once, i came home and told my wife now she works so i can do this". I was very blessed on this last trip. People walking the walk there words are matching there actions. Ah beauty like the tourmaline stones can come in a ray of colors there beauty will be for ever in my mind. It is those whole in the wall places that you find the best gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRO6_yWlt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MqhmsGVlF0M/s1600-h/101_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265757994337286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRO6_yWlt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MqhmsGVlF0M/s320/101_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this little town is in Oregon it is a town my father spent the last 30 + year in. the winters and summers are a great place for out door sports the falls are full of color. I once owned a home in this town but God had another plain. If i get a chance i will visit this shop again and volunteer, a few days of my vacation. Then i will have all the time i need to do what i love to do shop in a little shop in a little town and build new memories. talk soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8725492958180515844?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8725492958180515844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8725492958180515844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8725492958180515844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8725492958180515844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-does-one-do-when-they-are-on.html' title='volunteers/small town'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRO7LjBleCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlQPglBAYIM/s72-c/101_1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-1370738782248975321</id><published>2008-11-06T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:28:44.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>ELDERLY ABUSE thursday</title><content type='html'>You can't believe every thing you read you must make up you own mind! So with that said i pushed her in to it, i made her do it i told her i wouldn't feed her until she gave in. I have to say she is easily swayed by those she loves so be gentle. She is shy so be kind, she has thin skin and she can bruise easily. So say hi to Mom a lady with a great sense of humor, and you never now you may be able to teach her a thing or two as you learn form her. So hear goes her first introduction to the world wide web and all you peeps. love you Mom have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRNJJJGJlEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-2DHj3nldb8/s1600-h/101_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265632810735604802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRNJJJGJlEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-2DHj3nldb8/s320/101_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is now mom talking to herself! well here it goes old Brod you can see how this is going the blessings i have in my life are my family and the two little fuzzballs i am told that i sound poor me. So now i will think more about what i will say next week on Thursday. Quote of the week read a book ! I DID MY DUTY NOW I CAN GO EAT. This is me know- i have inserted this so the pic will match the wording, the doggy's are one year apart and my husband got the little one for my mom as a companion i will try to teach her that the subject matter needs to match the pics thanks for your patients peeps she will be back next thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-1370738782248975321?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/1370738782248975321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=1370738782248975321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1370738782248975321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/1370738782248975321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/elderly-abuse-thursday.html' title='ELDERLY ABUSE thursday'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRNJJJGJlEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-2DHj3nldb8/s72-c/101_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-5623769005467015681</id><published>2008-11-05T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:29:15.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our Son And His Little FAMILY</title><content type='html'>This little family was out for a wedding in Sept. it feels like a life time! They are planing there own for May of next year, we will have to get one good shot with the shades. It is great to be involved in the experience of plaining this wedding. Amy has been great she gave me a day of trying on dresses when i was out in Florida and we are starting to have fun with the flower. She was also the one that help me get started on my first blog i miss the little guy on there lap, am looking forward to seeing him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRJDrbJhC3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nZpYryLW9Bo/s1600-h/101_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265345327650638706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRJDrbJhC3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nZpYryLW9Bo/s320/101_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't work to hard my Son get the rest you need stay out of trouble or i will have to wear my bloomer to your wedding i am on the diet so watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRJDi2MivdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l6EG9j7bRjA/s1600-h/101_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265345180292267474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRJDi2MivdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l6EG9j7bRjA/s320/101_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy don't let him grow to fast keep him safe we miss you guy give him a big hug and a soft kiss. talk soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-5623769005467015681?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/5623769005467015681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=5623769005467015681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5623769005467015681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/5623769005467015681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-son-and-his-little-family.html' title='Our Son And His Little FAMILY'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRJDrbJhC3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nZpYryLW9Bo/s72-c/101_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-8896808548721917858</id><published>2008-11-03T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:11:30.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs'/><title type='text'>Arent Hugs Great</title><content type='html'>love your smile,&lt;br /&gt;ah a young man with a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of self, there was a time i didn't think he would be a part of my life, but there is something to be said for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;, see God has put a love in my heart for the kids this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; to be just one of them a nephew. Last month we had a little get together for him and mom's birthday. we made use of so fun props &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the house. cost .O cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ_ckVPyDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aaDXQU7wqT0/s1600-h/101_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264669006156139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ_ckVPyDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aaDXQU7wqT0/s320/101_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was also a time when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get a real good hug out of him, how thing can change !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a young man now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ_afy_jOwI/AAAAAAAAADY/EmgyLnoB4nI/s1600-h/101_1516_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666729218521858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ_afy_jOwI/AAAAAAAAADY/EmgyLnoB4nI/s320/101_1516_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a special day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will also be a day that we should all remember and i for one am going to make the best of it. i now this post has nothing to do with today but that is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; of blogging see to re-cap the whole day well lets just say i don't want to bore you see you all another day! take soon!&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-8896808548721917858?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/8896808548721917858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=8896808548721917858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8896808548721917858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/8896808548721917858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/arent-hugs-great.html' title='Arent Hugs Great'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ_ckVPyDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aaDXQU7wqT0/s72-c/101_1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-6367118971528277586</id><published>2008-11-03T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:30:18.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>PENNY'S FROM HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>THE MONTH OF OCT. reminds me of penny's - he would always say never be to lazy to bend over to pick up a penny. school yards the high school he worked at as a janitor the kids would pitch money at the wall they left the penny's and would laugh at him for picking them up, childhood he was there for me as a kid in so many ways. When he died all the penny's were in old fashion 5 gal. milk cans. The smell of a pipe, he would hind the pipe under the house wasn't suppost to smoke. The impish look in his eyes, he did things like messing up your hair just for the fun of it. And a little red hair girl a goose and the pain on his face when the goose got her, he loved kids. A gypsy costume, what i was wearing when i found out that he died. a front porch with a swing, were we spent time talking and watching him in the garden. there is a great pic of him with a giant cabbage from the harvest. He was an example of a father, step father, husband he married a young woman that had had a baby out of wedlock she was 14 yrs old. He had known the heart ach and the lose of a child a son 3 years old. Penicillin is what the hospital gave him that lead to his funeral.He was a man with a big heart,a fisherman. Suspenders were his trade mark, the one thing i asked to have when he died. the month OCT. reminds me of all these things and more, rail roads and a railroad pocket watch. A old truck, a tall thin man, someone that would give you the shirt of his back. I can still hear the laugh when he told the story of snapping the head off of a copper head snake, as if it had just happened when it went through the kitchen window into the dish water wear his wife was doing the dishes. The two side tables in my home that mean more to me then any other pieces of furniture, because of the lessons i still learn from them, one mans trash is another treasure. These are some of the thing that have touched my heart they are memories of a loved one who died at the end of this month when i was 14 years old. I have not been back to his grave, i wore a off white dress and took a single white rose that day as a symbol of my love. I still hold him very dear to my heart, caring with me the lessons only a grandpa could give. I am looking forward to seeing him when my work is done, i pray to be used in the same why, he still touches life's. My GRANDPA was a special man i can only hope you now someone like him in your life time i was and am still blessed. i love you grandpa THANK YOU LORD for the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-6367118971528277586?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/6367118971528277586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=6367118971528277586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6367118971528277586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6367118971528277586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/pennys-from-heaven.html' title='PENNY&apos;S FROM HEAVEN'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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-1897912464884230059.post-6887975635093756973</id><published>2008-11-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:32:12.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>DRESSER/SHEETS@3 6's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ5HjjVlFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/XrJNDHSN2Oc/s1600-h/101_1500_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264223690549433426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ5HjjVlFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/XrJNDHSN2Oc/s320/101_1500_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;recap: Monday rested form trip Tuesday rest some more, then came Wednesday had to get out and about, Big eye opener linen and thing sale, sale, sale going out of business sale! light bulb going of in my head. eh eh bed sheet twin sett's, great so i pick up 6 why? because i like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; chips can't just have one, i am on my high getting my fix shopping i love to shop. It's Thursday Costco has taken care of this fix a few time in the past, so off i go but this time it just didn't do! The next day i still wanted to shop but it was time to hand out candy so i put on my witch's hat black pants, Palm Beach black wife beater, and stopped shopping, enjoyed the kids but that need was still there pulling at me, now what do you do when you run out of money and still have a need for that fix, you send you hubby up stairs he grabs the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;-used dresser in the spear room, you load up!! so with one big loads of sheet and a dresser I'm off, on an adventure in hope that the sheets will comfort 6 young girl in a home that has just a little more color now and when they lay there heads down i am thankful God loved and answered prayer from this little girls past and my fix is now at rest. but like any addiction i am sure it will be back, Christmas is just around the corner. re-cap of 6 days. Today was church and then time with &lt;a href="http://www.casapacifica.org/"&gt;http://www.casapacifica.org/&lt;/a&gt; kid yes you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to look, home by 2:00 and time with family now just a little shout out, talk soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897912464884230059-6887975635093756973?l=tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/feeds/6887975635093756973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897912464884230059&amp;postID=6887975635093756973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6887975635093756973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897912464884230059/posts/default/6887975635093756973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tourmalinecornerstone.blogspot.com/2008/11/dressersheets3-6s.html' title='DRESSER/SHEETS@3 6&apos;s'/><author><name>sc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05051362682949944765</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ5HjjVlFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/XrJNDHSN2Oc/s72-c/101_1500_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897912464884230059.post-2139297976058191611</id><published>2008-11-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:23:49.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>TOURMALINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRHFRC4dPqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-bcb5vrNMGY/s1600-h/101_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRHFF8_V8HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6yNRNDQTUx4/s1600-h/101_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRHE2r40kPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s4zcVlA14aE/s1600-h/101_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRHEq8iy2KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4RFoPvCxbtc/s1600-h/101_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SRHEbAqzP0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ib4vVest5GM/s1600-h/101_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stones come in many forms i will for ever remember this day as i spent time with this sweet child i can't want to learn all he has to teach me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ1M_RQNc_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x3ousoN4p_M/s1600-h/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263948189312840690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SPrWK4oL0k/SQ1M_RQNc_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x3ousoN4p_M/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You my ask why tourmaline: they are full of color, you can find them in green, blue green, blue, pink, watermelon, maybe it's because some would say i have a colorful personality, as you read these post my hope is to introduce myself in a full array of color. Some in my family tell me i can be funny, others see my sensitive side. This is my second attempted to the world of blogging, it's to share my life in all its colors as I grow and learn from you or not. They say the tourmaline is a hard stone and yes you guested it, hard is another color i have worn. Green is my favorite color because i love the out doors, blue in my jeans and the color of my hubbys eye's, brown for chocolate. Then you have red (Scarlet), yes i have worn that to. Then you have my colorful teasing or not, i told my son when he was young "i will show up to your wedding in my bloomers" (that was when he acted up). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; payback i have to say is in May! first i need to lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xxlbs&lt;/span&gt;, my goal to start a diet tomorrow.  Last but not least when Bill pastway he left behind 6 stones that he had got on a trip to Brazil and one was a tourmaline i had it made into a ring.  O yea and because this last Oct. i went to Oregon and stopped by this little shop and found a new reason to by a tourmaline, i just had to have that stone.  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