<?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-5150467185834667125</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:41:02.352-06:00</updated><category term='old time radio shows'/><category term='dragonfly'/><category term='Felder Rushing'/><category term='winter reflections'/><category term='BookTV'/><category term='galoshes'/><category term='bump in the blog'/><category term='Grandmother&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='4th July post'/><category term='declutter'/><category term='birds'/><category term='nature'/><category term='ants'/><category term='Gestalt Gardener'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='remaining calm'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='water'/><category term='mpbonline.org'/><category term='freezer'/><category term='alligator'/><category term='signs'/><category term='biscuits'/><category term='barbecued lawn'/><category term='humor'/><category term='reading'/><category term='melodrama'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='news diet'/><category term='walk'/><category term='information overload'/><category term='Bonanza'/><category term='deer'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='independence day'/><category term='reset'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='gnomes'/><category term='simple living'/><category term='news from lake'/><category term='mower'/><category term='applesauce'/><category term='out of my shell'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='stress busters'/><category term='rain'/><category term='biscuit sign'/><category term='blogosphere'/><category term='magnolias'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Saturday Radio Shows'/><category term='history'/><category term='Honeysuckle frogs restful ideas'/><category term='turtles'/><category term='restful thoughts'/><category term='happiness restful silly inspirational thoughts'/><category term='snow'/><title type='text'>Restful Thoughts and Silly Questions</title><subtitle type='html'>This page will include restful thoughts and silly, motivational, or inspirational postings designed to calm stressful feelings.  It will have funny stories or questions about life, nature, and people.  Other topics might include frugal living, travel, family, science, classic and old sci fi movies, television, reading, or wacky critters at the lake.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-8584034397416912280</id><published>2009-11-02T15:22:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:20:31.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declutter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freezer'/><title type='text'>Attack the Ice Monsters in your life...</title><content type='html'>Wow, the summer has come and gone since my last post.  I don't know why, but lately, the ideas for good posts are still in my head, but I just haven't taken the time to write them down.  I suppose that with cooler weather ahead, hibernation mode will hit, and I'll once again have the focus I need to write.  I do my best writing for this blog when it is late, late at night. There are less distractions that way.  So for now, this post is mainly designed to let you know that I am still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have another idea for reducing the stress in your life.  This weekend, I took about a half hour to go through my freezer and toss out anything that was frostbitten, extremely old, or no longer identifiable.  It was a very appropriate exercise to perform on Halloween.  I had some scary food in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reward for my efforts, I went to the grocery store yesterday afternoon, and in a more conservative way, I bought a few new frozen food items.  Now, instead of an overstuffed pile of freezer burned fish sticks, chicken strips, and sandwich meat surrounded by countless overly icy cobs of corn, the bottom shelf of my freezer contains fresh batches of ready-to-bake biscuits, two apple pies, and some orange juice concentrate.  In my refrigerator, I now have a roast and some veggies that I'll use to make at least a dozen servings of my home made heat-and-eat lunches.  I also bought some hamburger meat, spaghetti sauce, and curly noodles to make my own frozen meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How nice it has been to open my freezer without fear of being pummeled by falling ice cube trays and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UFO's &lt;/span&gt;(unidentified frozen objects).  I think I saved a bit of money at the grocery store as well.  Whenever the impulse hit me to purchase an item, say, for example, a new bag of crinkle cut fries or frozen fish, I simply recalled the image of all the old food that I scattered in my yard for the critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting real about the amount of food I can actually eat compared to the amount I think I need.  While at the store, I remembered that some of the items purchased on my last grocery run remain unopened.   So, if an item in the store did not pass my "Get Real" test, it stayed in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Su-ynO4Y-nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JMBShgiM-0I/s1600-h/freezer+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Su-ynO4Y-nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JMBShgiM-0I/s320/freezer+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730865319770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a few moments to attack those Ice Monsters in your life.  It's annoying to find out how much food and grocery money we unintentionally waste.  We usually buy or store more than we actually can use before it goes bad.  Face it. Most of us wish we were like the folks we watch on the Food Network, but sadly we are not there yet.  Unless you have a lot of people living in your household to help you eat all that food you buy, eat what you have before buying lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good to remember, especially since we are now entering into the holiday season.  This is the time of year when the excess leftovers from the festive gatherings of today can become the frozen fiends that lurk in the freezers of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Declutter your freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Su-63rYirWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/brzHIJhkYGo/s1600-h/DSCF5590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Su-63rYirWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/brzHIJhkYGo/s320/DSCF5590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399739943941746018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eat before going to the grocery store to reduce the number of impulse buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Choose only the items you will actually eat between grocery runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Save money by eating in more often than eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make your own frozen dinners.  Cook a family sized meal and place in individual freezer   containers.  Reheat for tasty home cooked meals anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes and happy decluttering! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-8584034397416912280?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8584034397416912280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=8584034397416912280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8584034397416912280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8584034397416912280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/11/attack-ice-monsters-in-your-life.html' title='Attack the Ice Monsters in your life...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Su-ynO4Y-nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JMBShgiM-0I/s72-c/freezer+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-2935112706399483426</id><published>2009-07-03T23:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:02:56.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragonfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>Still Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sk7c3OliaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MXjaN8mfkFU/s1600-h/still+flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sk7c3OliaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MXjaN8mfkFU/s320/still+flying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354459848356555122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week as I was walking down by the lake, I saw this dragonfly zooming around by the spillway.  It was easy to see that one of his wings had been terribly damaged.  Could it have been lost in a fight, eaten by a predator, or caught on something and torn away in the escape?  The answer is a mystery, but the sight of this dragonfly was a source of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the setback, this dragonfly could not only fly, it soared with the best of them.  I watched it zip round and round from the fencepost to the tall grass to the water plants and back again.  The only way I could take this picture was to watch long enough to trace the dragonfly's pattern, anticipate landing spots, and take multiple photographs in order to get a good shot.  While I took photos, I thought of the many daily dangers the dragonfly faces in order to survive.  Instinctively, this little dragonfly was able to carry on with life even after part of its very body had been ripped away.  What choice did it have?  Try to carry on and thrive or do nothing and become an item on a lunch menu?  The dragonfly inspired me to carry on whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I attended my high school reunion.  It has been almost 30 years since high school for us.  Like that dragonfly, most of us appeared a bit worn around the edges.  We all are still relatively young, but we could definitely see the changes in size around our middles, the gray in our hair, and the wrinkles in our faces.  Many of us had traded in our cool shades and high heels for bifocals and comfortable shoes.  Some of us have grown children and even grandchildren.  Others, like myself, have never married, but have fulfilling lives just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ate our delicious meal, we focused on happy memories, but we also mentioned dealing with stresses like illness, depression, divorce, and the loss of friends, teachers, and family members.  We talked about the lessons learned from surviving those hard times.  We talked about learning to get over our unrealistic expectations about ourselves and others.  We talked about taking better care of ourselves and putting life into proper perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common lesson we had learned was to focus on blessings no matter how small and to throw out useless anger and petty drama in our lives.  I left the reunion with a renewed sense of respect for my classmates.  They were people just like me who had been through some rough patches in their lives.  Despite the hardships, we were still trying to do the best we can to survive and thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sk70_i60PkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JxMkFLCRleI/s1600-h/stars+and+stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sk70_i60PkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JxMkFLCRleI/s320/stars+and+stripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354486379532533314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, it is now July 4th, and we in the U.S. will celebrate Independence Day today.  All throughout the country, people will attend cookouts, fireworks shows, parades, and family gatherings.  I'll probably enjoy a nice day at home watching my neighbor's personal fireworks show from across the lake.  I hope they don't set their pants on fire again like they did a few years back.                 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the dragonfly in this story, our country is still relatively young, but it has been through a lot of battles, hard times, and dangers throughout the years.  We are still strong and generally healthy, but we might appear a bit scarred and scuffed around the edges, especially to those who view us from afar.  Economic problems, political issues, world events, and internal societal troubles work to destroy us on both a national and personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many of these are beyond our control, we can put things into perspective and work together with others in our communities to make good things happen.  There are things we can do to improve our relations with other countries without losing the best qualities of American life.  Remember to read history and learn how to repeat our successes and avoid our past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take this moment to say Happy Birthday to my country.  I love to see that the American flag is still flying after all these years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-2935112706399483426?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2935112706399483426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=2935112706399483426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2935112706399483426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2935112706399483426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-flying.html' title='Still Flying'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sk7c3OliaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MXjaN8mfkFU/s72-c/still+flying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-7818815088819914719</id><published>2009-06-20T12:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:52:55.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restful thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reset'/><title type='text'>Pressing the Reset Button...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sj0nogt9uqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o-672dmfH2U/s1600-h/DSCF2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sj0nogt9uqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o-672dmfH2U/s320/DSCF2885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349475509316991650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last month and a half, it seems that I have been in a constant swirl of activity.  Along the way, I have taken time to both relax a bit as well as do a few chores each day.  The weekends have been filled helping with yard sales, teaching classes, going on road trips to attend graduations, and visiting relatives.  One weekend, it poured down rain and stormed so much that the urge to nap was overwhelming, so of course, I had to take at least two a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I tried to keep up with the important daily tasks like paying bills, keeping up with laundry and such, but it was obvious that some things were left unattended.  For example, my little mini SUV had become a storage unit for all the leftover to-be-donated items from the yard sale.  Usually, I drop off items the week after our sale, but the stuff rode around with me for over five weeks.  The car needed windshield wiper fluid.  I had some, but never seemed to find the 2 minutes time to pop the hood and refill the container.  Inside and out of the car was in need of a good bath.  It needed an oil change and a good tune-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't doing so well with myself, either.  Of course, I bathe and change into clean clothes every day, but if a makeover team happened to walk by, they would probably issue a fashion emergency and take me in for a complete overhaul.  Years ago, I went through a stage where my closets were full of trendy, colorful shoes and clothes for every occasion.  I had all the hair styling products and accessories, drawers full of  makeup, bottles of perfume, and lots of costume jewelry.  Now my life has simplified and most of that stuff is gone.  My job requires only comfortable clothes and good walking shoes.  My social life is now geared toward hanging out with family, a few friends, and of course, all my critters at the lake.  There are only few times when I need to dress up these days.  Even so, it was time to do a bit of personal maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the last two weeks, I've been hitting the reset button.  Last week, I focused on my car.  I have a friend who details vehicles, so I hired him to deep clean mine.  This forced me to take EVERYTHING out of the car with the exception of the items in the glove box.  After it was once again shined up, I took the car in for an oil change and tune-up.  They even refilled the wiper fluid as part of the service.  I still have to take the car in to get some work done on the underside(possibly rotors), but right now, it's in such a nice state, I don't even want to eat in it or get dirt on the floorboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I had to do a reset on myself.  First, I made an appointment with the doctor for a checkup.  I also found time to shop for a couple new pairs of work/walking shoes.  With the amount of walking I do each day, I have to get the moderately expensive shoes with good foot support, so I tend to wear the same few pairs until they begin to get worn out.  I didn't realize others noticed this until I got many comments the first couple days with the new shoes.  Several people exclaimed, "Wow, I see you got some new shoes!  Nice!"  Was it that obvious?  Yikes, embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my list for the personal reset is a haircut.  It needs a bit of reshaping, but I don't want much length cut off.  Usually, that is exactly what happens, though.  The stylist oftens tells me that in order to remove all the frizz, they must take the length.  I understand that, but maybe that's why I go so long between professional haircuts.  It must be that time again, because when I told my sister that I was thinking of getting it done, she immediately said, "Yes, you need one."  Also, is it that obvious?  I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told me that I need to do some deep breathing excercises.  Even with the walking I do, I have trouble talking sometimes without running out of breath.  I would also get winded if I had to walk quickly up a flight of stairs or climb up a hill.  So much for my operatic and/or mountain climbing dreams, but there is still room for improvement.  Each day, I plan to take a few minutes several times a day to take deep breaths.  I also have a harmonica, and, even though I can only play a few songs, just the action of playing it will help to practice deep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eating habits also need a reset.  I need to add more fruits, veggies, and fiber into my meals.  Even small things like substituting a carrot for a potato chip with a sandwich is a start.  For a few months last year, I cut out sodas, drank more water, added at least one fruit, veggie, or fiber item to each meal, and ate heavier foods in moderation.  It was amazing how much better I felt.  Even when I allowed myself to have sodas, I had them in smaller quantities, over ice, and with food.  Lately though, I was back to breaking all my better eating habits.  The result-acidic stomach, less energy, and a puffier feeling around the middle.  Starting this weekend, I plan to return to my better nutritional habits one meal at a time.  First step, drink a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resets are also needed for my house and yard.  That is the one I plan to tackle over the next couple weeks.  This could be a daunting task, but instead of overwhelming myself, I will try to break the chores down into smaller parts.  It is useless to strive for perfection, but it is possible to do at least one thing each day to declutter and beautify my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my post today will be a reminder that, with so many things coming at us each day, we sometimes need to step back and take care of a few of the neglected things in our lives.  We can't possibly do everything we "need" to do, but if we put off taking care of our general health and surroundings, it could cause trouble in the long run.  Doing one reset a day just might make you feel better, and in my case(according to my friends and family), you might even look better, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try doing one of these things this week to reset something in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add in one healthier habit to your daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Subtract one bad health or personal habit from your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Completely clean out something in your house. (Ex. refrigerator, closet, junk drawer, room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Practice or start a fun hobby. (Start a garden, play an instrument, take photos, play outside, read, scrapbook, go antiquing, paint, take a class, build a birdhouse, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start a donate box at home.  Toss out, sell, or donate items you no longer use that are cluttering your space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do a little personal maintenance this week. (Ex. Get a haircut, trim those unwanted hairs and toenails, add sunscreen or moisturizer to avoid sun damage, update your style without spending too much money by shopping at consignment stores or thrift shops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reset your spirit and soul through prayer, meditation, laughter, and relaxation.   Practice deep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reset your financial well being. (Ex. balance your check book, write out a simple budget, save money by finding ways to live frugally, sell stuff you don't use or need anymore, find a part time job to supplement income, stop buying stuff on credit you really don't need or can't afford)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Look at what you do each day.   Is there anything that you would like to weed out to make room for what you really want or need to do?  Are there people in your life who drag you down or build you up?  Sometimes you have to do personal resets that involve changing how you spend your time and with whom you spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are lots more resets you can think of as well.  As for me, I will sign off so that I can work on a few of mine.  Best wishes and remember to be grateful for what we have and also, in many cases, for what we don't.  Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day!      :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-7818815088819914719?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7818815088819914719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=7818815088819914719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7818815088819914719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7818815088819914719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/06/pressing-reset-button.html' title='Pressing the Reset Button...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sj0nogt9uqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o-672dmfH2U/s72-c/DSCF2885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-8178008948845130900</id><published>2009-04-10T22:31:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:28:25.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remaining calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information overload'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>A small dose of perspective can bring a moment of peace...</title><content type='html'>If you listen to just about any news program these days, you will likely hear at least one of the commentators say something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the WORST____________we have EVER witnessed in our lifetimes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOTHING like this has EVER happened before in the history of  _________!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was in our staff workroom making copies and checking email.  While I was waiting for the copier to finish, I caught a few minutes of the latest "news".    In just that brief amount of time, I could feel my muscles tense up.  The extra news crawls along the bottom of the screen, the whooshing sounds, and flashy graphics made me dizzy.  I could feel the acid in my stomach begin to churn, and yet, I found myself watching the TV screen to see what would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until that point in my day, I had been in a good mood, but now I was suddenly sad for the people on the screen.  They were people in a bad situation, and I felt for them, but I could do nothing for them except say a prayer and then go about my day.  I thought about the fact that their situation could be my situation, and I left the workroom with more than my copies.  I had picked up a small dose of fear and frustration along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I was back at work, feeling calm and cheery.  As I was sitting at my desk, I could hear one of my coworkers say, "Oh, no, did you hear what happened to that child and their family in___________?"  Once again, my heart sank.  I looked over to see their computer screen showing the sad headlines of the latest tragic story to hit the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I sometimes catch my local news.  I mainly want to watch the weather report.  Before it comes on, however, we must see the slow mo videos of our local folks gone bad on their way to the jailhouse and find out about the discovery of another meth lab in our county.  Combine this with our newpaper's weekly crime blotter report, and you have a recipe for paranoia with a side order of the heebie jeebies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd venture to say that many of us these days try to be informed about our world and our communities.  We want to know what's going on so that we can stay safe and help others if possible.  Our news reporters have lots of time to fill, and they have many ways to bring us the latest information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more voices compete for our attention, many resort to the loudest, scariest, and most sensational way to do so.  They can be intense, so it can leave us tense and unable to cope with the information overload.  For us to remain relaxed, we must put things into a more proper perspective.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SeARK5hdL7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/diVYCUtZTnE/s1600-h/Japanese+history+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SeARK5hdL7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/diVYCUtZTnE/s320/Japanese+history+book.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323273638489436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been reading many historical non-fiction books and listening to educational podcasts online.  The topics have ranged from the history of the Byzantine Empire, of Japan, of the Americas before Christopher Columbus, of Russia, to the biography of the life of Napoleon.  I've also read several books about the life of famous pirates and of their infamous exploits at sea.&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;No matter what the time period, location, or the people involved, I've learned the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sadly, in all time periods and locations, bad stuff has happened, and often times, it happens to decent, everyday people.  All over the world throughout history, disasters strike, disease wipes out populations, people can be mean to others, corruption and ignorance can be found in any society, and governments grapple with each other and with those they govern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All throughout time and around the world, people have had to deal with stuff like doing chores, paying taxes, earning a living, raising children, trying to stay alive, and fending off dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chances are, the things we see and hear about in today's news have happened before, just not to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. History books, like the news of today, usually tell us about a certain person or group when describing a significant event.  We often forget that, while that event was happening, most of the people in the world were having a perfectly good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All throughout history, good stuff happens, too.  People have raised families, discovered great knowledge, created wonderful inventions, art, and music, and made significant contributions to society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. By studying history, we can learn from the mistakes of the past.  We can also think about our current events in a different way by comparing them to historical events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Just as it would be impossible for one person to learn all the history of the world and read all the history books they could find, it is impossible for a person to keep up with all the news sources and stories that bombard us each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your own sanity and sense of peace, don't even try to keep up with much of it at all!  Take your news in small doses from now on.  We do well enough to keep up with our everyday problems than to try to take on those of the whole world!   Remember to focus on the positive and practical things you can do to help yourself and others around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the people in the news these days are there because they snap under the pressure of stresses in their life.  They act irrationally.  They become desperate, confused, and do things that only make the situation worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need to recognize what triggers our own stresses and learn healthy ways to calm ourselves before things get out of control.  Putting things into a historical perspective helps me to do that.  Go on a news diet.  Limit your viewing to a point where you can be informed without becoming infirmed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, sprirituality, beauty, and love abound in the world.  It is all around you.  Just take time to notice it.    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-8178008948845130900?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8178008948845130900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=8178008948845130900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8178008948845130900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8178008948845130900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-dose-of-perspective-can-bring.html' title='A small dose of perspective can bring a moment of peace...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SeARK5hdL7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/diVYCUtZTnE/s72-c/Japanese+history+book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-1136121363373798609</id><published>2009-03-13T23:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:19:30.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galoshes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><title type='text'>A Walk in the Rain...With Camera and Galoshes</title><content type='html'>A cold, light rain was falling as I drove across the lake levee this afternoon.  The temperature hovered in the low forties and the ground was soggy, but for some strange reason, I felt like taking a walk.  I already had a warm jacket and a raincoat on as I drove in, but before I could take my walk, I thought it best to change my shoes, add my galoshes, and grab my camera.  I took along a dish towel to help keep the camera dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs7cfG7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w2fkHUF_AVE/s1600-h/my+galoshes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs7cfG7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w2fkHUF_AVE/s200/my+galoshes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312905545986565666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down by the lake, ducks flew by in the distance.  The sound of the rain falling on the lake was so relaxing.  I took some close-up pictures of the moss on the trees, of water droplets on the leaves, and of the earth stars on the ground.  I tried to capture good photos of the swallows darting over the surface of the lake and of the ducks as they rounded back over the tops of the trees.  The birds proved too fast for me and my camera, but I had fun watching them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs2-0HsoiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m6lvTm9qgew/s1600-h/DSCF0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs2-0HsoiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m6lvTm9qgew/s320/DSCF0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312900638184350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor's horse was making the rounds as well.  I talked to the horse a bit, but he seemed more interested in munching on some tender green grass than saying hello to me.  Only a few fish were stirring in the water and I suppose the turtles were also in hiding this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SbtCDlv87ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y-xlHHBZk18/s1600-h/DSCF0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SbtCDlv87ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y-xlHHBZk18/s200/DSCF0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312912814853909906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost an hour, I tried to become an observer of the sights and sounds around me.  I tried to set aside the cares of the day and take joy in finding a few signs of the coming spring.  Green things are starting to appear on the ground and in the trees.  The purple of the tiny wildflowers in the yard now covers an entire hillside.  Much of the landscape is still brown, but if you look closely enough, the other colors are also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs9oVuvLgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0UjF5ZWv7c4/s1600-h/DSCF0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs9oVuvLgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0UjF5ZWv7c4/s200/DSCF0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312907948650868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually, the cold rain began to chill my fingers and toes to the point of discomfort, so I headed back to the house.  It took quite some time before I felt warm again, but I am glad I decided to take the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you live in the country, in town, or in a city, take some time to enjoy your next walk in the rain.  You might be surprised at the things you will see.  Just remember to dress to stay dry and take shelter indoors if lightning is present.  Best wishes and enjoy your day!    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-1136121363373798609?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1136121363373798609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=1136121363373798609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/1136121363373798609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/1136121363373798609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-in-rainwith-camera-and-galoshes.html' title='A Walk in the Rain...With Camera and Galoshes'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sbs7cfG7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w2fkHUF_AVE/s72-c/my+galoshes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-4724829602887489127</id><published>2009-03-02T18:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:49:41.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Finding humor in the moment</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was taking photos of birds on my back porch.  I was lucky enough to take many photos as the little birds hopped up and down from the railing to the deck.  At one point, the sun was in my eyes and the birds moved so quickly, I really couldn't tell what pictures I was getting.  As I browsed through them later, I chuckled as I came upon this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sax8DvzvpBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsz4I8xLcVU/s1600-h/bird+and+gnome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sax8DvzvpBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsz4I8xLcVU/s320/bird+and+gnome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754464577922066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the old question and answer of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, a little bird told me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for the day-find humor in the moment.  Look for happiness each day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-4724829602887489127?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4724829602887489127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=4724829602887489127' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4724829602887489127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4724829602887489127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-humor-in-moment.html' title='Finding humor in the moment'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Sax8DvzvpBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qsz4I8xLcVU/s72-c/bird+and+gnome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-5883643818974893073</id><published>2009-02-16T00:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:05:01.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='applesauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ants'/><title type='text'>Regarding ants and applesauce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZkKNBjI5BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JGkVsLQhrwg/s1600-h/ant+climbing+applesauce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZkKNBjI5BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JGkVsLQhrwg/s320/ant+climbing+applesauce.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303281255075865618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, I cleaned out some of the budding science experiments in the back of my refrigerator.  I  think there is a zone back there that must utilize some sort of cloak of invisibility.  No matter how hard I try, one or two bowls or jars always end up way in the back of the fridge undetected for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the jars had a little bit of applesauce that still looked OK, but I didn't want to take a chance on it.  I decided to share this snack with the ants way out in my yard, so I carefully spooned the applesauce next to the edge of the ant bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost instantly, the ants scurried out of the ground to see what was up, but to my surprise, the little guys did the opposite of what I expected.  Instead of crowding around and crawling all over the applesauce hill, they began a building project.  Within moments, they were hauling in bits of grass, balls of dirt, and tiny twigs.  They began to create a wall to cover the bottom of the applesauce hillside.  Many of the ants carried items that were huge compared to their own size.  It made me think that, if we had such strengths, we could walk around carrying around a pickup truck or a fully grown redwood tree with our bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZkJIn8y2zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HYolhxWSMPk/s1600-h/antsworktogethertobuildawall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZkJIn8y2zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HYolhxWSMPk/s320/antsworktogethertobuildawall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303280079973047090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They worked quickly and with purpose.  I pulled up a small chair and watched them for a while.  I don't know if they wanted to disguise the food source or keep it from drying out.  I noticed today that they made quite a bit of progress, but the applesauce hill is still mostly uncovered.  Did they give up, get distracted with another project, or do they now have a covered walkway leading to a tunnel within the the food source?  I'm not sure, but I do know that watching them work was fascinating and one of the most restful parts of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have time this week, find an anthill, pull up a chair, and see what you might discover.  Just watch where you put your hands and feet.    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5883643818974893073?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5883643818974893073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5883643818974893073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5883643818974893073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5883643818974893073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/02/regarding-ants-and-applesauce.html' title='Regarding ants and applesauce...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZkKNBjI5BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JGkVsLQhrwg/s72-c/ant+climbing+applesauce.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-8852456749165767853</id><published>2009-02-10T18:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:02:46.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple living'/><title type='text'>Be grateful for the simple things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZIiCSCnw1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/od1NJNVLC2s/s1600-h/DSCF8735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZIiCSCnw1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/od1NJNVLC2s/s200/DSCF8735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301337133966410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was without running water for several days.  It had been very cold one night, and when I came home from work to find the water faucets empty, I guessed that the lines had frozen.  Even though the the weather warmed up a few days later, the lines remained dry.  After a comedy of errors and numerous attempts to solve the mystery of the missing H2O, all was finally back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I took things in stride and came up with creative ways to bathe, cook, and stay hydrated and clean.  Also, I am blessed with a lake that provided a source for "gray water" for the plumbing system.  Several times a day I walked to the lake with a bucket to dip water.  In my head, I could hear the rhyme, "Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water..."  I now have a better appreciation of the famous poem.      :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most surprised to find an unexpected side affect of this situation.  Many weekends, I spend a good bit of my time with laundry and dishes.  Without those chores, I actually had time to relax and quietly read a book.   The house seemed more restful.  I felt as if I went on a camping trip for the weekend.  Even though I am glad to have the ability to do the cleaning chores again, I want to remember the lesson to take time occasionally to do nothing.  Find time each day to relax and recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the simple things-a fresh glass of water, peace and quiet, and friends who are there to help out when needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-8852456749165767853?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/8852456749165767853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=8852456749165767853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8852456749165767853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/8852456749165767853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-grateful-for-simple-things.html' title='Be grateful for the simple things...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SZIiCSCnw1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/od1NJNVLC2s/s72-c/DSCF8735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-5715933675156030179</id><published>2008-12-31T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:06:50.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restful thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>e&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SVw_pnng3JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PKYcoGUisgQ/s1600-h/DSCF2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SVw_pnng3JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PKYcoGUisgQ/s320/DSCF2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286170046868020370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to imagine that another year has come and gone, but thankfully, tonight, I am off the roads to enjoy a relaxing start to the new year.  I am posting this picture of a bluebird to remind all of us to be happy this coming year.  Remember that you don't have to have a lot to do this.  Just be content with the little daily joys you encounter.  Let the drama go.  Most of the time, the things we worry about do not come to pass, and, even if they do, we usually make it through better than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and take care of yourself in 2009!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5715933675156030179?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5715933675156030179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5715933675156030179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5715933675156030179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5715933675156030179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SVw_pnng3JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PKYcoGUisgQ/s72-c/DSCF2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-6141608738551307343</id><published>2008-11-18T17:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:04:27.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Still here even though it's been a long time since I posted.  I am back to my hobby of photography, so I have been posting to flickr.com a lot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-6141608738551307343?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6141608738551307343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=6141608738551307343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6141608738551307343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6141608738551307343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-4472033813476888322</id><published>2008-05-26T11:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:05:20.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci Fi images?  No, they are here in your back yard...</title><content type='html'>Look closely enough in your own back yard, and if you are lucky, you might see things and creatures that look like they are straight out of a sci fi movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few that caught my eye...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDrryqzG0iI/AAAAAAAAACk/isQsIqtZCRs/s1600-h/DSCF0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDrryqzG0iI/AAAAAAAAACk/isQsIqtZCRs/s320/DSCF0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204731575094661666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDroHqzG0gI/AAAAAAAAACU/osVPyNmewHU/s1600-h/dragonflycoolpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDroHqzG0gI/AAAAAAAAACU/osVPyNmewHU/s320/dragonflycoolpic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204727537825403394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDroIazG0hI/AAAAAAAAACc/fkLhr6wvk3Q/s1600-h/puffball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDroIazG0hI/AAAAAAAAACc/fkLhr6wvk3Q/s320/puffball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204727550710305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-4472033813476888322?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4472033813476888322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=4472033813476888322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4472033813476888322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4472033813476888322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/05/sci-fi-images-no-they-are-here-in-your.html' title='Sci Fi images?  No, they are here in your back yard...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDrryqzG0iI/AAAAAAAAACk/isQsIqtZCRs/s72-c/DSCF0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-999315272477774169</id><published>2008-05-19T20:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:02:13.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnolias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbecued lawn'/><title type='text'>Spider on the Magnolia Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIrw5zRbcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzDXISM3zRY/s1600-h/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIrw5zRbcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzDXISM3zRY/s200/DSCF0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268638715932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I was supposed to attend a family reunion, but threats of rain kept us at home.  While hanging out at my grandmother's house, I decided to take a walk around her yard.  The wind was blowing in chilly gusts as I took these photos of her magnolia tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spider caught my eye.  The spider would crawl to the opposite side of the magnolia leaf as I took a photo.  I would turn the leaf over and take another, and once again, the spider would hide on the other side of the leaf.  We had a little dance with the wind serving as our choreographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIs6pzRbdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HbDpocTN-Uw/s1600-h/DSCF0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIs6pzRbdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HbDpocTN-Uw/s200/DSCF0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202269905731284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIs7JzRbeI/AAAAAAAAACE/YgOOlOA6srU/s1600-h/DSCF0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIs7JzRbeI/AAAAAAAAACE/YgOOlOA6srU/s200/DSCF0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202269914321219042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting find in her back yard was a barbecue grill that needed a bit of mowing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDItRZzRbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/qBSUNU4zKpU/s1600-h/DSCF0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 365px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDItRZzRbfI/AAAAAAAAACM/qBSUNU4zKpU/s320/DSCF0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202270296573308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-999315272477774169?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/999315272477774169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=999315272477774169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/999315272477774169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/999315272477774169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/05/spider-on-magnolia-tree.html' title='Spider on the Magnolia Tree'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SDIrw5zRbcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bzDXISM3zRY/s72-c/DSCF0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-4890152150536192238</id><published>2008-05-08T19:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:07:48.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow pictures in spring</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it is springtime and the grass is already green and the roses are in full bloom, but I still want to post a picture or two from a late winter snowfall out by the lake. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOjLXBTqkI/AAAAAAAAABk/S2po0wf3mdQ/s1600-h/830350-R1-018-7A_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOjLXBTqkI/AAAAAAAAABk/S2po0wf3mdQ/s200/830350-R1-018-7A_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177810469071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOjL3BTqlI/AAAAAAAAABs/tS4YSv2Ank0/s1600-h/830350-R1-028-12A_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOjL3BTqlI/AAAAAAAAABs/tS4YSv2Ank0/s200/830350-R1-028-12A_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177819059006034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOhxnBTqhI/AAAAAAAAABM/_bm2P8hUK04/s1600-h/830350-R1-024-10A_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOhxnBTqhI/AAAAAAAAABM/_bm2P8hUK04/s320/830350-R1-024-10A_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198176268575812114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOhyXBTqjI/AAAAAAAAABc/wHsfZKjvzAM/s1600-h/830350-R1-034-15A_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-4890152150536192238?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4890152150536192238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=4890152150536192238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4890152150536192238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4890152150536192238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/05/snow-pictures-in-spring.html' title='Snow pictures in spring'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/SCOjLXBTqkI/AAAAAAAAABk/S2po0wf3mdQ/s72-c/830350-R1-018-7A_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-4757264243637684905</id><published>2008-02-10T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:58:04.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restful thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Winter reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6_KKOs49wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2AR653F_bDM/s1600-h/10-15-2005+lake+reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6_KKOs49wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2AR653F_bDM/s200/10-15-2005+lake+reflections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165569574711129858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is still a bit too chilly to be outside for long and the trees are still bare, there is beauty to behold.  Today, there were little waves on the water, and several logs floated by on their way to the levee.  I have my eye on those logs.  When they get in close enough to the bank of the pond, I plan to pull them out and use them for firewood in the outdoor fireplace.  I will try to do that before too long.  Maybe next weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this, I open my doors and windows to let the air circulate throughout the house.  If it gets a bit cold inside, I just throw on an extra jacket and enjoy the fresh breezes as I do my chores for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested well last night.  Perhaps it was due to a calming website I found yesterday.  I located a free I-tunes talk radio station called Meditation 24/7.  The part I heard was a 20 or 30 minute relaxation exercise that helped you to rest your mind and body.  I think the program repeats itself over in a recorded loop so that if you miss part of it, you can catch up on the next go round.&lt;br /&gt;Try it out if you get a chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note, as I was looking out across the lake yesterday, I was reminded of the first year I lived here.  At the time, the neighbors did not have the many hound dogs that roam the place now.  Before the hounds, my nightly entertainment included watching the parade of woodland creatures visit my deck.  I would set out food scraps for the critters.  Over that first year, I got to see foxes, raccoons, opposums, armadillos, deer, and many other animals in my back yard.  I miss having them stop by for a late night snack.  They were fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I wrap up for the day, I think it is time for a my own late night snack.  On the menu for this evening...a warm buttered biscuit drizzled with a little bit of alfalfa honey!  Goodnight all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-4757264243637684905?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4757264243637684905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=4757264243637684905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4757264243637684905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4757264243637684905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-reflections.html' title='Winter reflections...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6_KKOs49wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2AR653F_bDM/s72-c/10-15-2005+lake+reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-1610269565770824502</id><published>2008-02-03T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:56:09.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress busters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old time radio shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodrama'/><title type='text'>Fun with Melodrama...listen to old time radio shows</title><content type='html'>I have  found a some fun websites that offer free downloads of old radio shows.  With my dial-up connection here at home, it takes a little bit of time to save the items to disk, but I can then listen to them off-line as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a variety of shows including comedies, drama/mysteries, westerns, and my personal favorites-science fiction shows.  How can you go wrong with such cheesy yet great titles like, "X minus 1" and "PLANET MAN"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sci fi is not your cup of tea, take a walk along the seedy city streets with one of the private eyes like Barry Craig, Confidential Investigator.  In Barry's world, there's always a blond dame in trouble and a shadowy figure lurking on every street corner.  Somehow, he dodges all the bullets and solves the case without even breaking a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a fun way to spend a rainy afternoon or the antidote to nausea induced by excessive daily news and an overdose of reality TV, turn the lights down low, grab a tasty snack, and let these fun melodramas take you back in time...and...SPACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to a few of these and let the stress of the day melt away.  A word of caution though...don't be surprised if you find yourself speaking in a more theatrical tone and walking with a bit of a swagger!  All those guys and dames that you meet later on might think you are off your rocker.  They might even think you're out of this world!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find the free old time radio shows, you can do a keyword search on the topic, or you can visit this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.radiolovers.com/allshows.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-1610269565770824502?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/1610269565770824502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=1610269565770824502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/1610269565770824502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/1610269565770824502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-with-melodramalisten-to-old-time.html' title='Fun with Melodrama...listen to old time radio shows'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-6858199522643060879</id><published>2008-02-01T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:03:41.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><title type='text'>Swimmy the Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6O8Uyi18YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GLHV7o0-nIU/s1600-h/Deer+swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6O8Uyi18YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GLHV7o0-nIU/s200/Deer+swimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162176663248040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a nice day here at the lake.  It was sunny but still a bit too cool to get outside much.  I did get to catch up on a lot of chores today, so hopefully, tomorrow, I will have more time to simply relax and enjoy the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this picture that I took last summer.  To my surprise, I noticed a deer swimming in the lake.  It made several laps that day and was spotted several times that week enjoying the cool water.  I named the deer "Swimmy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun watching the deer take to the water like that.  I'd never seen one do that and I haven't caught a glimpse of Swimmy since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-6858199522643060879?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6858199522643060879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=6858199522643060879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6858199522643060879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6858199522643060879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/02/swimmy-deer.html' title='Swimmy the Deer'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R6O8Uyi18YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GLHV7o0-nIU/s72-c/Deer+swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-2087895688345213091</id><published>2008-01-27T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:25:15.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of my shell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>Peeking out of my shell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R50SECi18XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/feFsjKI33Ng/s1600-h/turtle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R50SECi18XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/feFsjKI33Ng/s200/turtle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160300608648245618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I have been away from my computer for months now.  I plan to come back out of my shell and return to blogging. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-2087895688345213091?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2087895688345213091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=2087895688345213091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2087895688345213091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2087895688345213091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2008/01/peeking-out-of-my-shell.html' title='Peeking out of my shell...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/R50SECi18XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/feFsjKI33Ng/s72-c/turtle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-2183560640203649843</id><published>2007-08-23T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:30:42.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alligator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>I have not posted much since I returned from vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I will try to write my thoughts about seeing an alligator head and what it reveals about a person. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-2183560640203649843?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2183560640203649843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=2183560640203649843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2183560640203649843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2183560640203649843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-5941912877979948722</id><published>2007-08-14T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:58:41.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Back from vacation...</title><content type='html'>Well I have been on trip to Louisiana and Southern Mississippi and despite the heat, I had lots of rest and fun.  I will try to write again regularly soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5941912877979948722?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5941912877979948722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5941912877979948722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5941912877979948722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5941912877979948722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back from vacation...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-5522856271730660416</id><published>2007-07-22T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:51:20.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump in the blog'/><title type='text'>A bump in the blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/RqOmxrHb9KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P4H2g8Y3xmg/s1600-h/birdfeederandlakedaytimejune04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/RqOmxrHb9KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P4H2g8Y3xmg/s200/birdfeederandlakedaytimejune04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090095376176510114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I had to take time out to attend to some health concerns, so I have not been online in a week.  The time was well spent, however, because I am feeling much better at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to everyone is to take time today to rest and enjoy the day.  Hopefully, I will have another funny story to tell on the next post.  I have some ideas in mind, but I am more interested in taking a nap than writing this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a snooze is on your list of things to do today.  If so, sweet dreams.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5522856271730660416?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5522856271730660416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5522856271730660416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5522856271730660416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5522856271730660416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/bump-in-blog.html' title='A bump in the blog...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/RqOmxrHb9KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P4H2g8Y3xmg/s72-c/birdfeederandlakedaytimejune04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-7251936728170037941</id><published>2007-07-15T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:18:38.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandmother&apos;s Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BookTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><title type='text'>Birthdays, Bonanza, and BookTV</title><content type='html'>There's not much news from the lake today.  If all goes well, my hope is to rest most of the day and maybe prop up with a good book.  It looks a bit cloudy and there's a good chance of rain this afternoon.  So far, I've watched a nice episode of Bonanza and now I'm listening to a bit of BookTV as I write this entry.  To add to the fun this afternoon, there is a piece of cheesecake in the fridge with my name on it.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 87th Birthday to my grandmother!  I visited her yesterday and had a nice time eating burgers from her favorite place.  We admired the pretty flowers and fruit basket that my parents sent her.  Today she will get to visit other family for a cookout and a birthday cake.  Rock on, Grandma!   We all love you.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-7251936728170037941?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7251936728170037941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=7251936728170037941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7251936728170037941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7251936728170037941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthdays-bonanza-and-booktv.html' title='Birthdays, Bonanza, and BookTV'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-3128595044967315425</id><published>2007-07-11T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:40:18.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><title type='text'>Mower news from the lake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the last week or so, the grass has rapidly produced seedlings that are up above my knees.  We have had rain showers almost every day, so finding a time to mow has been difficult.  To complicate matters, the bolt that holds the mower blade in place has been coming loose.  Dad was able to give me advice on how to tilt the mower on its side, remove the spark plug cord, and, using a wooden log, a torque wrench, a rubber mallet, and a lot of muscle, tighten the bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when I tried this, I parked the mower on a sloped area of the yard to take advantage of the extra clearance under it as I propped it up on a heavy metal table to do my work.  The plan worked and I was back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this plan went haywire as I strained to pull the wrench as hard as I could.  Somehow, I lost my grip and my foot slipped forward in the muddy wet grass.  The next thing I know, I am tumbling backwards, feet over head, down the hill.  As I could see my feet and the sky at the same time, I thought to myself, "This can't be good."  My second thought, was, "Well, that was embarrassing.  I'm glad no one saw that because I bet it looked funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rolled to a stop,  landing on my side in the mud,  I assessed the damages.  Thankfully, I was ok, but I'm sure I picked up a small army of redbugs in the deal.  I brushed off the mud and moved my little fix-it operation to a flatter part of the yard.  After a couple more attempts, I managed to tighten the bolt enough to mow the front and one side of the yard before the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all has been quiet here at the lake, so I will sign off for now until I have "mower" news for you later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-3128595044967315425?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/3128595044967315425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=3128595044967315425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/3128595044967315425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/3128595044967315425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/mower-news-from-lake.html' title='Mower news from the lake...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-5387914789966045784</id><published>2007-07-10T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:33:51.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuit sign'/><title type='text'>The Biscuit Sign is Missing!!!  WHAAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today, I could hardly believe my eyes!  As I reached the red light in my little town, I looked upward toward the Biscuit sign, and my jaw dropped in amazement.  It was gone!  The black letters and the white background of the sign had completely vanished.  A view of the grey and cloudy sky had taken its place.  Above the space that once announced the Biscuit of the Day, you can still find the price of gas, but nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How ironic.  Only a few days after I wrote my story, the sign that had existed for well over a year on the same corner, is no more.  If only I had taken a photograph, but it is too late.  Or  is it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hold out hope that the sign will be restored in some form.  As I drove home this evening, I saw the other side of the tall framed structure.  At the bottom was the gap where the Biscuit sign had been.  In the middle, there were the gas prices, and at the top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At the top is an empty space with a white backing.  In front of that, there are two long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; bulbs.  It looks as if another white signboard cover is supposed to slip in front of those lights.  Could it be that one day soon, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; of fresh biscuits will take top billing over gas?  Will we once again know if bacon or chicken will adorn the biscuit of the day?  We'll just have to wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stay tuned!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5387914789966045784?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5387914789966045784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5387914789966045784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5387914789966045784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5387914789966045784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/biscuit-sign-is-missing-whaat.html' title='The Biscuit Sign is Missing!!!  WHAAT???'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-5154354634416217812</id><published>2007-07-08T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:19:02.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news from lake'/><title type='text'>Touring the Blogosphere and news from the lake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday, I checked out some other blogs on the web.  It is amazing how many variations you can find.  Some pages were so elaborate while others were mostly posts of pictures or one-line entries.  Many were annoying because of the language or obnoxious topics, but others were quite interesting.  I even bookmarked a few so that I could keep up with them. A bunch of them started out with a good idea, but for whatever reason, the blogger only posted one or two items and then nothing else.  Maybe they were doing what I'm doing-taking a test run as a "blogger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, my neighbors had an outdoor concert of some kind on their 80 acre property.  I knew something was up because a lot of cars, trucks, and four-wheelers were zooming back and forth across the lake levee all day.  I didn't mind the concert, because they have had some good benefit-type events there before.  From my house, I could hear the music, but it was not very loud or bothersome.  I did have this funny feeling that many of the concert guests were driving way too fast on the muddy levee road, especially as nightfall arrived and a bit of mist rolled over the water.   My thought was, "if this keeps up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; gonna end up in the lake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, around 2 am, I hear shouts and shrieks out my window.  I looked out the window to see a small car hanging precariously downward off the levee and over the water near the spillway.  I don't know if the car had made a splashdown because, by then, one of the other concert goers had a truck with a winch, and a rescue was underway.  They were pulling the car out of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene was lit by the dozen or so cars that were blocked on the dirt road behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rescuer's&lt;/span&gt; truck.  The exhaust fumes from the cars and the mist from the lake swirled in the lights.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Back lit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; of people moving all about made it look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; from a sci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; movie.  Shouts, of "Whoa, hold up" and honks of car horns filled the air.  Several folks on horseback were also helping with the rescue, and later, they were there to direct traffic.  Someone from the back of the line of cars called out, "what's going on up there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, within a few minutes, the car was back on the top of the levee, and it appears that no one was hurt.  The crowds began to disperse.  Soon all you could hear were the clip clop of the horses, the barking of hound dogs,  and the voices of the riders as they rode off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the levee and into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-5154354634416217812?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/5154354634416217812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=5154354634416217812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5154354634416217812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/5154354634416217812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/touring-blogosphere-and-news-from-lake.html' title='Touring the Blogosphere and news from the lake...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-4671674368423776244</id><published>2007-07-06T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:01:29.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Radio Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felder Rushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mpbonline.org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gestalt Gardener'/><title type='text'>Fun with Saturday Radio Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On Saturday mornings, I enjoy listening to many of the public radio shows.  One of my favorite programs features Felder Rushing.  He is an expert gardener, but he advocates relaxed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Ro8CkdEs84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nU7DkoYtizo/s1600-h/orangeflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Ro8CkdEs84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nU7DkoYtizo/s200/orangeflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084285329627476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no-fuss methods when growing plants.  He is fun to listen to and he reminds us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; all to enjoy flowers, other plants, and life as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you live in Mississippi, you can catch the show after Cartalk (another favorite show of mine), and you can listen to the archives or live on streaming audio using the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.mpbonline.org/"&gt;www.mpbonline.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; webpage and Gestalt Gardener link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other favorite Saturday radio shows of mine include "What D'Ya Know?" and "Prairie Home Companion" as well as the "Highway 61 Blues Show" late in the evening.  Check out the MPB website or your local public radio schedules to find a radio program that's right for you.  Have fun engaging the ears, the mind, and your imagination, and until next time,  keep smiling...   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-4671674368423776244?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/4671674368423776244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=4671674368423776244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4671674368423776244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/4671674368423776244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-with-saturday-radio-shows.html' title='Fun with Saturday Radio Shows'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Ro8CkdEs84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nU7DkoYtizo/s72-c/orangeflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-2147551361361848270</id><published>2007-07-05T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:23:54.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><title type='text'>Tribute to the Biscuit Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Each day on my way to work, I pass the Biscuit Sign.  It hovers over a very populated intersection in a small town nearby.  Above it, you can see the latest price of gas, and below it, sits a bland patch of grass and dirt ever crunched by passing trucks.  The Biscuit Sign is one of the highlights of my drive to work because its message is ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, its plain and slightly crooked black letters announced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BACON BISCUIT&lt;br /&gt;     $1.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, who knows?  Will it be SAUSAGE BISCUIT, or HAM BISCUIT?  Or could it be CHICKEN BISCUIT?   Who can read the mind of the genius behind this simple, but brilliant marketing campaign?  On wild occasions, the Biscuit Sign will boggle the  mind with enticements like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUSAGE, EGG, AND CHEESE BISCUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  $1. 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?  How can that be?  That is such a great deal!!!  I'll have two, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, in the year or more that I've driven past the Biscuit Sign, I've probably only purchased one biscuit(bacon, I think), and although it was just ok, I'm glad to know the sign is there for all to see.  In the morning, its messages remind me of tastier biscuits that I've eaten long ago with family and friends.  At night, the sight of the sign makes me chuckle as I think that even with all the chaos of this world, someone, somewhere is deciding how to keep our little town guessing about biscuits and bargains.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I pass the Biscuit Sign, and I know I'm headed toward home.  And when I see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEAK BISCUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; $1. 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, knowing the surprise that awaits my little town come the crack of dawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-2147551361361848270?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/2147551361361848270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=2147551361361848270' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2147551361361848270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/2147551361361848270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/tribute-to-biscuit-sign.html' title='Tribute to the Biscuit Sign'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-7531654872091648400</id><published>2007-07-05T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:05:40.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th July post'/><title type='text'>Hope everyone had a happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Well, the holiday is over and hopefully all went well for you. I baked cookies and watched my neighbors shoot fireworks across the lake. Thankfully, this year, my neighbor did not set his pants on fire as he did last year.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-7531654872091648400?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/7531654872091648400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=7531654872091648400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7531654872091648400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/7531654872091648400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope-everyone-had-happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Hope everyone had a happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5150467185834667125.post-6329139906785139287</id><published>2007-07-04T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:21:05.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeysuckle frogs restful ideas'/><title type='text'>Frog Songs and Honeysuckle Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Rox6ZdEs83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNNZpwY_Qnw/s1600-h/frogonmywall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Rox6ZdEs83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNNZpwY_Qnw/s320/frogonmywall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083572657114116978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lately the honeysuckle has been in bloom.  For the last few weeks, I've been able to gather some of the flowering vines and place them in and around the house.   I don't use fancy water vases-just simple glass jars or small decorative metal buckets as containers.  The scent is so nice, especially in the smaller rooms like the bathroom or in my little reading room.  I think the smell of honeysuckle helps me to rest better.  Whatever your favorite flower, I suggest you try this simple idea to brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, the frogs are singing throughout the night this time of year.  Here is a picture I took last year of one of my little green visitors.     :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-6329139906785139287?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/6329139906785139287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=6329139906785139287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6329139906785139287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/6329139906785139287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/frog-songs-and-honeysuckle-flowers.html' title='Frog Songs and Honeysuckle Flowers'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_FcD9ApwFKbI/Rox6ZdEs83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QNNZpwY_Qnw/s72-c/frogonmywall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150467185834667125.post-333186007551116068</id><published>2007-07-04T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:05:48.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness restful silly inspirational thoughts'/><title type='text'>My first attempt at blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This will be my first attempt at blogging.  I hope that these posts will be an encouragement to some and will put a smile on the face of others.  My favorite thing to do these days is to learn new things every day.  I also have a strong wish to enjoy each day through laughter and by recognizing the little blessings in life that are all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have often noticed that I am easily entertained by the simplest of things.  Also, without trying, I seem to have goofy things that happen to me that translate into funny stories.  I think this happens to everyone, but maybe I just like to observe events and people around me a bit more closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post some of these funny stories(without naming specifics about the people or places so that privacy is maintained), and since I read/watch educational TV/listen to a lot of talk radio, I might try to ask questions that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my blog, you will never have to worry about finding foul language or offensive topics.  That is a pet peeve of mine when it comes to the internet or other media.  If a person searches for items like that, it is their business, but I want my posts to be family friendly and uplifting.  We have enough negative stuff in the world already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be around nature.  It has a calming effect.  Whenever I used to feel really stressed, I would try to find the nearest lake or stream and take a long walk to refresh myself.  I would tell my friends that I had to go to find "Big Water" for a while.   I guess I got that idea when I was a teenager and lived two miles from the Pacific coastline.   I no longer live there, but a while back, I moved to a small house on a lake.  Now my daily entertainment includes watching the turtles sit on the logs and the fish flopping around about sundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog might contain the occasional "Critter Report," which is my way of telling you about the latest silly animal sighting at my house.  I might tell you about some of the past reports that were pretty funny as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th of July.   Try to take a moment to count your blessings today and stay safe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150467185834667125-333186007551116068?l=restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/feeds/333186007551116068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150467185834667125&amp;postID=333186007551116068' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/333186007551116068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150467185834667125/posts/default/333186007551116068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restfulthoughtsandsillyquestions.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-attempt-at-blogging.html' title='My first attempt at blogging...'/><author><name>Happyday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351102963746469555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
