<?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-7574125795004379974</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:26:59.415-08:00</updated><category term='Edith Ann'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='Genealogy'/><category term='Cast Iron'/><category term='Newberry Cauldron'/><category term='Lily Tomlin'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='Black Pots'/><category term='Camp-Cook.com'/><category term='IDOS'/><category term='scrapping'/><category term='Lodge Cast Iron'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Paulina Lake'/><category term='Camp Cooking'/><category term='Davis Vertical Feed'/><category term='Dutch Oven'/><category term='Wagner Pot'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='Sewing Machines'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Opinionated One Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm 54, and at this age, have MANY opinions about life in general.  I tend to stir things up from time to time, and that makes life LOTS more interesting!  For example, I think that Jane Fonda should be sent to Iraq to reason with the terrorists.  In fact, anyone that thinks there can be a peaceful solution to terrorism should be sent to reason with them...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-7168726597026284925</id><published>2012-01-26T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:26:59.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERIOUSLY???</title><content type='html'>Another one about "The Guy", because I see what he's doing and how he's manipulating the women on the message board.  I really don't know why I post these, it does no good...those that read my last tirade about him either agree with me wholeheartedly,  or claim to at least "semi-agree" while posting support for him.   Heh!  I guess if you don't send him your machines, you got nothing to worry about.  One person that sent him her grandmother's machine, hasn't seen her machine in over NINE MONTHS! I know that the machine is a very nice one, and I have to wonder if she will ever see it again. She's upset, and wants her machine...I don't blame her.  Another person posted today that all she wants is for him to communicate, something he's not very good at when he's avoiding an issue, like when he decided to dump the lady that thought he loved her because he told her he did...I regress, my apologies.  Anyway, the person that posted today has been without her machine for FOURTEEN MONTHS!  Over a YEAR!  He claims that he mailed it but it was returned to him with address issues.  Really? How many months ago was that and why hasn't it been shipped again with address corrections?Some of the people that trusted him are starting to post on his personal thread.  Those that don't know him are defending him..."He's been so sick, cut him some slack".  BULL!  He called it a business.  Now...I have a business job.  I've had businesses in the past.  One of the first things you learn is that if you can't be at work, you find someone to work for you.  If you can't communicate you find someone to communicate for you. If you have items that belong to your customers, you use one of those people that you have working/communicating for you to get those items back to the customers WITH A FULL REFUND!  He's felt well enough to be online, then he's felt well enough to send messages to the people that he's cheated out of their machines.  If that sounds a bit strong to you, consider it.  A full year and two months he's had at least one of those machines.  Sounds to me like he doesn't intend to send it back unless he's forced to.  That's how I'd feel if it was my machine anyway.  I've gotten a few comments from those that agree with me.  I know that some that don't agree with me have read these posts too, without comment.  Seriously.  If you've got proof that "The Guy" is an upstanding human being that would no more use/abuse online friendships, I'd love to see it.  And yes.  Even though I moderate the comments on my blog to prevent porn sites from being posted, I will post your points of view.  I don't censor things that I don't agree with, but I may answer them. ;)Onward and upward!!  I think I'm going to "thin the herd" of machines a bit.  I don't have as many as some folks do, but I really do have too many to use...as much as I love them, I think it's time for some of them to go.  It would make room for machines that are on my wish list, and also make some space in our apartment.  I'll really have to think on it, but right now, I think the machines that are "on the block" would be:1.  1912 Singer 9W treadle2.  1934 White Number 83.  1924 Singer 99 in a bendwood case with kneebar.4.  1951 Centennial Singer 201-2That's the list for now...altho it should be longer, I don't think I'm ready to part with any of the others yet...and these four should open up a lot of space.  I just need to gather the will to get it done...it's one of those things that no, I really don't want to sell them, but yes, I need to sell them.  I need to be more selective in the future about what I buy.  I want to rescue every last one of them.  I'm pretty sure that it could be grounds for divorce if I did. ;)  Oh!  And just for the record?  I actually DID use one of my machines the other day...I sewed a pair of pajama pants for myself! They're really comfy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-7168726597026284925?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7168726597026284925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=7168726597026284925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7168726597026284925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7168726597026284925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously.html' title='SERIOUSLY???'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5661076639446654069</id><published>2012-01-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:13:41.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was A Lovely Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd_eMTbY9GM/Twj5n7moRRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fomMM9qHEtg/s1600/Buzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd_eMTbY9GM/Twj5n7moRRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fomMM9qHEtg/s400/Buzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a really nice Christmas and New Years!  Meet "Buzz", my Christmas gift from my wonderful Spousal Unit!  Buzz is a 1963 (or so, no real records for these machines) Singer 500A, also known as a "Rocketeer".  I absolutely LOVE this machine...William couldn't have gotten me a better gift.  To go with it, he bought me a full set of the decorative stitch cams.  I had found the machine on Craig's List and showed it to him, but he seemed to blow it off as just another old machine.  I was so disappointed a few days later when I was once again browsing Craig's list and the machine was gone!  I resigned myself to not having a Rocketeer in my collection yet, and didn't give it much more thought.  After all, it's the season to do for others, right?  So I went about my way planning to get Christmas gifts for this wonderful man I married.I got him a toolbox for his pickup, and some other things that he "needed" for the truck and for shooting his black powder rifle that he got for his birthday.  I was tickled pink knowing that he was going to like his gifts...there was no doubt in my mind.Christmas morning, he handed me a box to open.  I opened it, and there was a foot pedal for a sewing machine.  He asked if it was the one I'd been looking for since I'd been thinking of finding a black one for my Singer 201-2, that currently has a white colored pedal.  I looked at the plug on it, and told him that no, it wouldn't fit, but maybe we could rewire it.  He suggested instead that it might fit the machine that was out in our storage shed!  He immediately got marching orders to BRING IT IN!! :)  He went and retrieved Buzz from the storage unit.  I was SO excited!! It's a wonderful machine, sews like a dream.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Regarding my previous post about "the guy" on "that board" ("Frustration Reigns").  He's still tugging at the heart strings of the lovely, generous, big hearted ladies on the board.  Today, he posted that he doesn't feel comfortable on the thread he started about vintage machines anymore...why?  Because others have answers to questions too?  Because he looks like a toddler having a tantrum when he's challenged?  Heh!  I'm at the point that I feel like I've tried.  I've tried to warn the ladies there that he'll take them for a ride if given a chance.  He's not beyond taking advantage of their generosity and big, warm hearts.  Some of the ladies took what I had to say and have backed away from him.  It seems that it's pushed some of them closer....one even suggesting that they take up a collection on the board to help him with his medical bills...GIVE ME A BREAK!!  He just spent $300 on a GUITAR before Christmas!  He doesn't need money...he needs to be neutered!At any rate...I feel my job is done.  Can't save the world and all that.  There are those out there that want to believe the best of everyone, and take everyone at their word, no matter what.  I honestly wish those kind hearts all of the best this world has to offer, and I sincerely hope that they don't end up heartbroken as one woman did.  Actually...more than one woman was hurt. Instead of praying for his health, I pray for his victims. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYGNBl1MG4U/Twj_TjY5FeI/AAAAAAAAAes/hMYVZOd0e7M/s1600/134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" width="105" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYGNBl1MG4U/Twj_TjY5FeI/AAAAAAAAAes/hMYVZOd0e7M/s400/134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to machines!! :)  The other "Pre-Christmas" gift I got was a Singer 403!  It's the pre-cursor to the Rocketeer.  Very nice machine, my friend Suzy found it for me and picked it up for less than $30!  This one too, sews like a dream, and I'm so excited to have it!  The cabinet on this one needs to be stripped and refinished, but all in all it's not too bad, and the machine itself is wonderful!  It takes the same decorative cams as the Rocketeer, so the two machines will share those.  Now I just have to get some other projects finished so that I can SEW SOMETHING! :) Speaking of getting things done...I'd best get at it...I really need to get this sewing/computer room so that I can walk through it! :)  Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5661076639446654069?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5661076639446654069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5661076639446654069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5661076639446654069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5661076639446654069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-was-lovely-holiday.html' title='It Was A Lovely Holiday!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bd_eMTbY9GM/Twj5n7moRRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fomMM9qHEtg/s72-c/Buzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-7072184212819834613</id><published>2011-11-13T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:43:47.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration Reigns...</title><content type='html'>I frequent a message board.  There is a person on the board that I watch like a hawk.  This person is someone that I don't believe can be trusted as far as he can be thrown. I'll call him "the guy". I worry about the ladies on the board falling for the same ploy as another friend did.  Let me give you some background:One day a little over a year ago, I get a message from this guy telling me that he's madly in love and has never been happier.  Now, I know that he's married, and so was she, but ok, you can't help who you fall in love with, or when.  You CAN control how you handle it, but hey!  I'm not perfect, who am I to judge, right?  Besides...the excitement of new love is contagious!  You WANT to be happy for those folks that are lucky enough to find it...So I chat in PMs with the happy couple.  He's traveled to visit her while her soon to be ex was out of town.  They made plans.  They seemed so happy.  She came to Oregon on vacation, and I was tickled pink to get to meet her, and even posted pics of the two of us together on the message board.  "He" posted on that post, calling her his "hot bride to be".  (Some of you KNOW which message board I'm talking about...go look for topics I've started...you'll find it, it's still there.)  Before you get all moralistic on me, you should know that I'm a sucker for romance, and I think it's incredibly romantic to find one another and work to bring that romance to fruition.  I know that these things inevitably end up with someone being hurt, but believe that those "someones" will be hurt one way or another.  I actually believed that these two were going to have a "happy ever after", that the respective spouses would go their own ways and end up with happiness too.So....in my excitement, I call the spousal unit into the room and tell him about it.  I let him read the private messages that have been exchanged.  Then I hear him say, "He's after money.  She's going to be really hurt."  I was flabbergasted!  He was out of his mind!  This was LOVE!!  And with that, I bet him $5 that it would work out the way it was looking like it would from the messages!  Spousal unit tells me to READ the messages where the guy states that the woman should take her soon to be ex for everything he's got.  The guy said it more than once.  I should not have risked the $5...and the "I told you so" that accompanied it.The woman's husband, in a desperate effort to keep her, made some trouble for the guy.  The guy, afraid that his wife would find out what was going on, shut everything down.  He sent a message to her, and told me, that he would be in touch when she was divorced and the path was clear.  In the meantime, the guy was going to do his best to wrest part of the millions that his wife supposedly holds in assets away from her.  The guy claims everything is in her name and he had to be careful.  Not so sure I believe that, but if it's true, the guy's wife is one smart cookie not to trust him with any money.  She obviously can't trust him with her heart, she shouldn't trust him with anything else either.  Long story shorter, the woman ended up without a lot.  She got her fair share, but half of not much is less than what the guy expected her to come out of her divorce with.  When I pressed the guy, asking him if he was keeping both his wife and the woman on the line to see who had more money, he ADMITTED IT!!  He asked me why the hell he should give up everything!  "Uh....because I thought you were in love?"At that point, I handed over the $5 to the spousal unit, and I listened to the "I told you so" that was accompanied by a wink, a grin, and a return of my money.  My disappointment was palpable.  A great love story shot down in flames by the guy, who turned out to be a money grubbing toad.Not the end of the story tho.  I continue to watch this guy, who flirted with other women on the message board at the same time he was "seeing" the woman.  I know this from the women he flirted with.  He quite proudly told me that one of them, whom he had openly on the board made plans to visit with, had a rather vulgar email address.  So I watch. I see women going nuts over him.  I see him promoting his business by flirting with them.  I wonder if he's already got another victim on the hook or if the guy's wife has a tight enough grip on what he's doing that he hasn't had a chance.  I wish I could put a stop to his taking advantage of these women.  I can't.  I've had to face the fact that I can't save the world from this guy, who is now playing on the sympathetic natures of the women on the message board by claiming to be seriously ill.  Some kind of autoimmune thing.  Tells all that if he gets a cold he could die...and then talks about how he went to a 100 mile yard sale, bought this and that, talked to lots of folks.....Wait! How many of us, no matter our level of intelligence, knowing that a simple cold could KILL us, would expose ourselves to hundreds of strangers and handle items that have been who knows where and contaminated by who knows what?It gets better.  Can't afford the meds required, so apply for assistance.  Whine because it's denied.  Supposedly has a home, plus a vacation home, several cars, buys one thing after another, and he can't afford meds?  What must the people on the message board, who honestly can NOT afford their meds, have nothing because of having to buy meds, sometimes have to make a choice between groceries and meds, what must they feel when they read about his whining about not getting free meds, but on the same day talks about going to the vacation home...or talks about blowing over $300 on a toy...You get my drift.  I'm frustrated with the people on the message board that don't READ ALL of his posts, and don't reason out the ones that they do read.  These folks are so soft hearted, and so trusting that they don't see what he's doing.  All they see is someone that complains incessantly about how miserable he is....and being the kind hearted souls they are, they want to help someone that needs help.  So they send him things.  They pray for him.  They send him business.  They can't see beyond the fact that he's a male in a predominately female message board, and therefore someone to dote on. It just makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-7072184212819834613?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7072184212819834613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=7072184212819834613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7072184212819834613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7072184212819834613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/11/frustration-reigns.html' title='Frustration Reigns...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2806629175106494299</id><published>2011-09-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:57:22.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing Machines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davis Vertical Feed'/><title type='text'>Hazel's All Gussied Up!</title><content type='html'>I am SO pleased!!  Miz Hazel the Machine has been all gussied up and I'm pleased as punch with the way she and her "skirt" look!   It's been a LOT of work taking most of my free time for an entire week, and some of William's free time as well!  My poor spousal unit never wanted to get involved with my machines, and yet he always comes through for me!  While I still have some cleaning to do on the machine herself, the base is finished, and while it's NOT perfect, I'm still pretty proud of the job we did, considering our lack of experience, tools, and proper workspace.  Before I show you how she looks now....here are some pics of the process....This was the metal that is around the drawer frame...I thought it was brass at first.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwE3yb1XPIg/ToU7GjJvfeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/p4YQVWWaJog/s1600/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwE3yb1XPIg/ToU7GjJvfeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/p4YQVWWaJog/s400/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the same metal after some scrubbing....&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dKOFBoCIAE/ToU7Zc_1-pI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6-NgDjgq1Ss/s1600/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dKOFBoCIAE/ToU7Zc_1-pI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6-NgDjgq1Ss/s400/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out these rags....this isn't all of them....&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d_gl1dil40/ToU7zNQ2C3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/k_ZB57lIMXg/s1600/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1d_gl1dil40/ToU7zNQ2C3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/k_ZB57lIMXg/s400/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVKJ52JxcTI/ToU8CdOtVhI/AAAAAAAAAds/QZFrSyu6-kg/s1600/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVKJ52JxcTI/ToU8CdOtVhI/AAAAAAAAAds/QZFrSyu6-kg/s400/Thrift%2BStore%2Bfinds%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She's so pretty now! 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 We're making progress on the Davis cabinet!!   I expect Miz Hazel the Machine to be up and sewing by the end of the week!! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;William put the treadle base back together after we painted the rough and/or rusty spots!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_BPVOLDI3A/ToFJq4C6kFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zU3WxfxDJXc/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_BPVOLDI3A/ToFJq4C6kFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zU3WxfxDJXc/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tonight, I tackled the coffin top and drawers...(I *REALLY* need to buy some gloves!!  I don't think I'll ever get my hands clean again!)  The top is looking good, as are the drawers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPyEbYHsrnE/ToFKMK6IC8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/N38oeYyG9hg/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPyEbYHsrnE/ToFKMK6IC8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/N38oeYyG9hg/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The drawer pulls surprized me the most.  What I thought was dull brass turned out to be silver!!  I'm not sure of the metal, maybe nickle?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqE4G1KFHrI/ToFKXwWbKEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6SIJg1oylTE/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqE4G1KFHrI/ToFKXwWbKEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6SIJg1oylTE/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tomorrow, I tackle the remainder of the cabinet...and then I'll start with shellac.  I think it's going to be so pretty!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Goodnite....thought I'd share Friday's sunset with you!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBkTCM5CEDo/ToFLBB4F2sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Rjn-mDjHGqI/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBkTCM5CEDo/ToFLBB4F2sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Rjn-mDjHGqI/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B002.JPG" /&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/7574125795004379974-9050166773780151832?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9050166773780151832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=9050166773780151832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/9050166773780151832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/9050166773780151832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/09/progress.html' title='PROGRESS!!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_BPVOLDI3A/ToFJq4C6kFI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zU3WxfxDJXc/s72-c/Davis%2BTreadle%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2661541954186638446</id><published>2011-09-23T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:19:32.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing Machines'/><title type='text'>The Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine</title><content type='html'>The Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine....oh my.  This is a unique machine in that it does not have feed dogs!  The fabric is propelled via the needle and the presser foot as seen in this video:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/1rxpWrP5Wrc"&gt;http://youtu.be/1rxpWrP5Wrc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I have watched my sewing machine friends talk about their DVF machines and always felt a little spark of envy.  I had only ever seen ONE of these machines in the wild, and it was in terrible condition, with a price tag of over $100!  I left it where it sat...somewhat reluctantly, but I seldom pay very much for my sewing machines.  There are too many folks that just want to get rid of old machines for me to pay that much for one in terrible shape!  I continued to haunt the antique stores and local Craig's List hoping to find any of the several machines that I would like to be a caretaker for.  (Can't feel like I "own" it...they have too much personality!  It would be like owning a child!)   Then, one day last week, it was there!!!  A Davis Vertical Feed!!!!!!!!!  An EARLY Davis Vertical Feed!!  With a coffin top cabinet!!!!  I called and asked for more photos of the machine and cabinet, knowing already from the small photos on Craigslist that I was going to have to refinish the cabinet.  These are what the gentleman sent to me:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdaMYm59nM/Tn03Tk5lYfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iGRgh5WpN0g/s1600/Sewing%2BMachine%2BClose%2BUp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdaMYm59nM/Tn03Tk5lYfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iGRgh5WpN0g/s400/Sewing%2BMachine%2BClose%2BUp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bi-jhoXuvIE/Tn03bXKYroI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hkctmAAN5FU/s1600/Sewing%2BMachine%2BWide%2BShot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bi-jhoXuvIE/Tn03bXKYroI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hkctmAAN5FU/s400/Sewing%2BMachine%2BWide%2BShot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was in love.  Especially when the gentleman told me that it had belonged to his mother in law's mother, and his mother in law was 82 years old.  I wrote an email to him and explained that I didn't have the asking price, and the machine and cabinet were going to take some work and money to refurbish....and made an offer of what I thought I could do for a top dollar.  He called me a few days later and told me that he had talked to his sig. other and her mother and they had decided that they would rather I had the machine, since I love them so much, than to sell it to someone else who might not appreciate it like I would!!  I was FLOORED and totally honored.  I made arrangements to pick up the machine from the mom the next day.  When that garage door opened and I saw the machine, I was totally enamoured!  Mind you, the cabinet, as you can see, is rather crusty, the machine is missing some of the decals and has some cleaning to be done, but it just oozed charm.  After a little chat with "Mom" (names withheld for their privacy) I learned that she had sat near her mother as her mother sewed her clothes.  Clothes that she said she hated, because they were always too big, so that she'd be able to grow into them.  It made me smile.  My mom used to do the same thing for me when I was little.  "Mom's" mother did it because she was a child of the Great Depression.  My mother did it because we didn't have much in the way of money and she had to dress 5 kids!  "Mom" told me her mother's name was "Hazel", and then ammended it to add that her name was actually "Bertha Hazel", but she didn't like the name "Bertha" so always went by "Hazel".   This machine's name, therefore, is Hazel.  :)  (And yes, I always name my machines...just like a lot of guys name their cars or motorcycles!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I came home, and armed with "Mom's" age of 82, looked up the family on the 1930 census to find out when Hazel was born.  (The woman, not the machine)  I found that she was born in 1896, and because of that could not have been the original owner of this machine. SOMEONE had owned it before Hazel did!   I wish I knew who, for sure...I'll bet it was a relative tho.   This particular machine was made in Watertown, NY and the Davis Sewing Machine Company moved it's operation to Dayton, Ohio sometime between 1888 and 1890.  The machine had to have been made sometime AFTER the last patent date on the shuttle slide which is May 12, 1885, and 1890 when the factory started work in Dayton, Ohio.  Hazel the Woman would have been 2 or 3 years old when Hazel the Machine was brand new.History lesson over. ;)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I brought Hazel the Machine into the house and set it down in the dining room.  As I looked her over, the task seemed daunting.  I've never tackled this much restoration before.  The cabinet, as you've seen, was missing much of the finish.  The coffin top also needs to be worked on, and has a small hole in the back of it that I'm not even going to TRY to fix.  God Bless my husband tho, he immediately sat down and started trying to figure out how to take things apart.  He got the wooden top of the cabinet off.  He played with the base, trying to figure out how to remove the wood pitman that operates the treadle action between the base and the machine.  We gave up on that, for fear of breaking the wood.  That's another indication that the machine is pre-1900...most of the big companies, and Davis was a big company, stopped using wood for the pitman arm before 1900.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Thanks to my friend, Skip, I've stripped what's left of the finish from the top of the cabinet.  I used denatured alcohol, and it worked like a charm.  Skip has also told me how to re-apply shellac so that it'll have a nice finish.  This cabinet will always have it's flaws.  There's a black water ring on it, and other flaws that give it character.  I don't think I'll stain it, I don't think  the original was stained.  This is what it looks like now.  I'm trying to avoid stripping any more of it than I have to, and so will leave the drawers as they are and just apply another coat of shellac to them to "freshen" them up.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpWpQnZ7alo/Tn1CqAi5RQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KTN_liUXJ4M/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpWpQnZ7alo/Tn1CqAi5RQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KTN_liUXJ4M/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The base for the treadle is another issue.  Oh my!!!  Look at the first photos.  Do you see any decals on that black base?  I didn't either, until I started cleaning.  Once I did a little bit of a wipe down, I noticed them!  Many of the decals are damaged or gone, but it still has quite a few of them left!!  I'm tickled pink!   After a few hours with a spray bottle, and after going through 3 large terry cloth rags, I broke down and put it into the bathtub, washed it down, and sprayed it off with hot water and the shower head.   I'll be touching up missing paint and then using car wax to spiff it up.   This is a "before" photo.   They had used some kind of glue to glue the machine to the treadle!  That's what the white stuff is....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waQ6G9uOSgQ/Tn1Dz5yrRaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JTwWGMgv_V8/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waQ6G9uOSgQ/Tn1Dz5yrRaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JTwWGMgv_V8/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is after it's bath.  William painted the foot pedal and bar, and as soon as I get done polishing the rest, he'll put it back together for me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql9isY8uahU/Tn1EVCgMLuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B71QTdQIAWY/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql9isY8uahU/Tn1EVCgMLuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B71QTdQIAWY/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is the "coffin top" to the cabinet.  The hooks that hold it to the cabinet are broken, I'm not sure where I might be able to find them, but I will be looking!  I haven't started on cleaning this up yet...  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxazoX9I3EM/Tn1EucKgrLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EyB8lyrOAxU/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxazoX9I3EM/Tn1EucKgrLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EyB8lyrOAxU/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And of course, this is "Hazel the Machine".  She's waiting patiently to get back into her cabinet...and I hope she's VERY patient, cuz this is gonna take some time!!!  ;)  Please ignore the messy looking table...I tend to pile things on it, and I just pushed them back to make room for the machine.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLpjf7vDpAM/Tn1FFTI2JtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2TRu-ZdAtBs/s1600/Davis%2BTreadle%2B008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLpjf7vDpAM/Tn1FFTI2JtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2TRu-ZdAtBs/s400/Davis%2BTreadle%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well My Friends, there you have it.  The Saga of Hazel, The Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine to date.  I promise to post more as the process advances.   I'm loving the process, and feeling a sense of accomplishment, even tho it's far from done, and most likely won't look perfect....I'm learning, and Hazel is helping me!  I like to think that Hazel the Woman is watching and proud to know that her much loved old machine is once again much loved and being cared for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2661541954186638446?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2661541954186638446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2661541954186638446' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2661541954186638446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2661541954186638446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/09/davis-vertical-feed-sewing-machine.html' title='The Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdaMYm59nM/Tn03Tk5lYfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iGRgh5WpN0g/s72-c/Sewing%2BMachine%2BClose%2BUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5157824016878494852</id><published>2011-08-31T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:52:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>I've been a "fishing widow" for the past 3 days, and while I sometimes enjoy the solitude, I miss the spousal unit terribly and am anxious for him to get home tonight!  In order to encourage the boss to go with him, I volunteered to work on our normal days off, so instead will be taking off tomorrow and Friday.  Can we say, "YARD SALE!!"  LOL  I don't usually get to go to them, since I work weekends.  I'm a bit excited!  Maybe I'll find a new machine to bring home with me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on genealogy a bit this week, trying to find the parents of my Martha Ward.  She was born in 1840, in Texas, orphaned by or before 1850, where she appears on the census for Walker County, TX living with Wm. and Mary Cummings and their 2 small children, as a 10 year old.  There's no relationship information on the 1850, so we can't tell if Mary was a sister, or if they were guardians for her...    I did find an 1846 tax roll for Walker County, and it listed a Jacob Ward...maybe her daddy?  Will be digging deeper if I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not sewed at all this week.  Maybe tomorrow afternoon/evening or on Friday afternoon/evening.  Have some projects that I need to get finished up..they've been around too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the political front:  A question for you all.  Do you think Obama stands a chance of reelection?  The more I read/listen, the less chance I think he has!  To be honest, I do think some of the problems are a result of prior administrations.  "SOME" being the operative word.  I think SOME of them are the fault of good old American greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Americans learn?  Yes.  Chinese made is cheaper, Philipine labor is cheaper, but if you don't support the American Worker, the American Worker can not support you!  How hard is that to figure out for all of the big companies that farm out jobs (outsource) to other countries????  Put Americans out of work, and they won't need tech support for your product, because they don't have a job and can no longer afford it.  DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said for today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5157824016878494852?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5157824016878494852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5157824016878494852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5157824016878494852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5157824016878494852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-7080940480920110511</id><published>2011-08-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:14:31.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!! It's My Friday!!</title><content type='html'>I'm tickled pink!  Today is my Friday...we take off from work on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and I'm so ready for it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have to go to the doctor.  I've been having some pain in my left arm, and it's becoming a problem.  I have trouble dressing, I can't reach into the backseat of the car, and so on.  The pain can be dibilitating!  I'm not looking forward to what she'll tell me....I've put on some weight in the past year, I haven't yet quit smoking, and I stopped taking the statens that are supposed to lower my cholesterol.  Not to mention the cost of fixing whatever is wrong. Oh well...que sera!  What will be, will be!  We'll work through it, no matter! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about happy stuff!  Like Obama's popularity ratings!! ~grin~  How is it that the "popular" man that won the presidency is no longer so much loved?  Joe Biden said it himself before he was the vice presidential canidate.  "The Oval Office is no place for on the job training!"  (and yes, he said it about Barry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier yet?  SEWING MACHINES!!   I so love those silly things!  This is my newest aquisition, a 1953 Singer Model 20 toy.  William bought it for my birthday, which isn't until November, but he is silly and can't wait!  Now if I can keep him from buying anything in November when my birthday actually is here, it'll be a miracle, but I'm going to try!  This machine is only missing one little thing...the "C" clamp that holds the machine to the table, because it's so light that it will push over when you try to turn the handcrank.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5jRaF2tKIg/TlMXXRpIw5I/AAAAAAAAAao/uAHuoSsnWsQ/s1600/Coast%2Btrip%2B036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5jRaF2tKIg/TlMXXRpIw5I/AAAAAAAAAao/uAHuoSsnWsQ/s400/Coast%2Btrip%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMnGO5WterQ/TlMYjEvSwKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SdLBClKnq9E/s1600/Coast%2Btrip%2B038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMnGO5WterQ/TlMYjEvSwKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SdLBClKnq9E/s400/Coast%2Btrip%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were another find!!  These are attachments for a Wheeler &amp; Wilson Model 8 or 9 sewing machine!!  Keep in mind, that as tattered as the manual for them looks, it's over 100 years old!  I expect to be a bit tattered by the time I'm that age too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbPHBIPyNg/TlMZGC7p44I/AAAAAAAAAa4/dzw737OKaMk/s1600/Coast%2Btrip%2B040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbPHBIPyNg/TlMZGC7p44I/AAAAAAAAAa4/dzw737OKaMk/s400/Coast%2Btrip%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this pretty?  I found this, and four doilies for a total of $5 at a thrift store!  They all need some degree of minor repair, but as a crocheter that has won more than one blue ribbon at fairs and shows, I'm pretty sure I can handle that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I'm off to browse my favorite site, and maybe chat a bit with friends on Facebook!  Happy evening to you all, and may your tomorrow, and ALL of your tomorrows be happy, healthy, and positively wonderful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-7080940480920110511?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7080940480920110511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=7080940480920110511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7080940480920110511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/7080940480920110511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/08/yay-its-my-friday.html' title='YAY!! It&apos;s My Friday!!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5jRaF2tKIg/TlMXXRpIw5I/AAAAAAAAAao/uAHuoSsnWsQ/s72-c/Coast%2Btrip%2B036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1980984915247128187</id><published>2011-08-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:34:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...so I'm not so good at the blogging thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUIYtVHhAfg/Tkc7GSfFv6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZPqDMVee8Tk/s1600/White%2BNumber%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640542037532327842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUIYtVHhAfg/Tkc7GSfFv6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZPqDMVee8Tk/s400/White%2BNumber%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I DO love my sewing machines! These old girls are something else, I can't imagine ONE modern machine that exists today, sewing like these machines do at 50, 60, 100, and over 100 years old! Wonderful old machines, that actually do what I need them to do....SEW! No computer chips to get corrupted! Yippee!! NOT to say that I don't absolutely LOVE the Janome that William bought for me a couple of years ago, I do! But as old as these machines are, they're going to outlive that machine! This first pic is of a 1934 White Number 8, an electric Vibrating Shuttle machine that White made to compete with Singer's model 27. Evidently there wasn't much competition, because these machines were only made for a year or so, from what I understand.  I named her "Fannie", after a woman that worked for William at the Town Pump in Montana.  William was quite amused by that, and told me that it worked perfectly, because when I was showing interested guests my machines, I could show them "My White Fannie"!!! He kinda forgot the comma when he said it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17r8JYkx7-g/Tkc8Qcrk2II/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zQotxWPF27E/s1600/anne_cleaned_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640543311579371650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17r8JYkx7-g/Tkc8Qcrk2II/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zQotxWPF27E/s400/anne_cleaned_up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Annie. She's a Singer model 15-91 from 1946. I paid a customer $20.00 for her, she came with the matching stool, full of threads and goodies! Her attachments are mostly "blackside". I named her Annie, because of two things: Her "Queen Anne" cabinet and stool, and I happened to be reading a book that my sweet sis in law had given me about Anne Boelyn. I used this machine to stitch a Hawaiian shirt for William, including the buttonholes! She did a wonderful job....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JDz9JRkwB0/Tkc9o-YrKzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IV-3GZAxOZA/s1600/singer_redeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640544832455387954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JDz9JRkwB0/Tkc9o-YrKzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IV-3GZAxOZA/s400/singer_redeye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1916 Singer Redeye that I bought in a little shop on the coast for $15.00.  Pretty little thing, came with an aftermarket motor that immediately got removed  when I got it home.  She also had most of the attachments made for this model.  This is one of Singer's "oddball" domestic machines, in that the attachments are all "back clamps"....the early model 66 machines are the only ones that have this style of attachments.  They can be hard to find, and expensive when you do.  She's waiting patiently for a treadle cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fF028pgZY9I/Tkc_4DyqKTI/AAAAAAAAAag/0VSop_zBpxc/s1600/singer_28k_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fF028pgZY9I/Tkc_4DyqKTI/AAAAAAAAAag/0VSop_zBpxc/s400/singer_28k_front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640547290627844402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've named this beautiful machine "Eleanor" after the woman that first purchased her in 1915 in England.  I bought her from a couple in Sisters, Oregon, his grandmother was Eleanor Pike.  Eleanor passed the machine down to her daughter, Bessie Pike Smith, who passed the machine down to David Smith, who sold the machine to me with the understanding that if anyone in the family EVER decided that they want the machine, I will sell it back.  (My offer, not their demand).  Eleanor (the machine) is a Singer Model 28K handcrank.  The "K" after the model number simply means that the machine was made in Kilbowie, Clydebank, Scotland.  I've used this machine to piece some simple quilt blocks, she's absolutely wonderful!! I'm in love with both the motions of operating a handcrank, and with the sound of a vibrating shuttle.  I did pay a bit more for this one, but having the history of the machine back to her first owner, along with nearly perfect decals and case made her worth it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the sewing machines for now...let's talk politics!!  Who do you like for 2012, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm liking Herman Cain... Barry Obama fell so far short of my hopes for him.  I didn't vote for him, can't stand his wife, feel sorry for his children, and he's demonstrated that Jimmy Carter is NOT the worst president in history.  People made such a big deal of Sarah Palin and how "stupid" she was...but they chose to ignore that Barry thought we had 57 states???  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I'm interested in what you think!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1980984915247128187?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1980984915247128187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1980984915247128187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1980984915247128187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1980984915247128187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2011/08/okso-im-not-so-good-at-blogging-thing.html' title='Ok...so I&apos;m not so good at the blogging thing!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUIYtVHhAfg/Tkc7GSfFv6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZPqDMVee8Tk/s72-c/White%2BNumber%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-443312383854942391</id><published>2010-04-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:16:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obcessive Compulsive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S9kkEloue3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/m9VwVvXMcJI/s1600/100_5395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S9kkEloue3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/m9VwVvXMcJI/s400/100_5395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465439284031814514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S9kjqM7CZrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OsXd0YFj9lY/s1600/Singer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S9kjqM7CZrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OsXd0YFj9lY/s400/Singer-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465438830721132210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've determined that I'm a bit OCD.  I'm not the type that has to wash my hands everytime I touch something.  I'm definately no "Monk".  &lt;br /&gt;I've been watching my behavior over the past several years tho, and I do think I tend to obcess over the things that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;For example.  I used to crochet lace doilies.  I bought every pattern book I could get my hands on.  Produced doilies one right after another.  Had every color of thread.  Even bought yarn and crocheted a few afghans, but liked doilies better.&lt;br /&gt;Got into romance novels.  Would spend hours reading, and go through 7 or 8 books a week.  The lady that owned the used book store became one of my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;More recently, I became interested in scrapbooking.  Oh my! How I loved it...would spend hours or sometimes days rearranging a layout until I was pleased with it.  That lasted five or six years, and then we bought the camper.  And along with the camper, we bought a dutch oven.  Then two.  Then three.  I now have six of them...along with other cast iron...muffin pans...waffle irons...skillets...and trivets!  Oh my...the trivets!  My kitchen walls are lined with them...and I'm still trying to collect the JZH alphabet series of trivets!  I find one now and again....but am not collecting the cast iron like I was...and in fact am selling some of it, everything that I don't actually use.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to lose weight, and successfully shed 105 lbs.  I did it by being obcessive about it.  I learned everything I could about weight loss, and spent hours on www.caloriecount.about.com .  I counted every calorie that went into my mouth...obcessively.&lt;br /&gt;My current love?  Sewing, quilting, and sewing machines!  This one started when William bought me a Janome for my last birthday.  Oh how I LOVE that machine!  Then...I saw a 1912 Singer treadle machine in a local antique store.  I fell in love!  I'd always liked the look of the antique treadle machines, and I pestered William until he bought it for me.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, we were wandering in a thrift store, and there she was!  A 1957 Kenmore in a cabinet!  And oh my!  They only wanted $15 for her!  A friend of mine had cams so that the decorative stitch feature would work, she stitches beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we were wandering in a furniture store...they sell higher end used furniture.  There we found her...a Wheeler &amp; Wilson #8 treadle machine, made in about 1880.  Absolutely BEAUTIFUL machine and cabinet!  William bought her for me....had to...the price was absolutely right!&lt;br /&gt;Again today...wandering once more in a thrift store, I happened along a sewing machine cabinet, $35 price tag.  Butt ugly pressed wood cabinet, did not expect it to hold anything of real interest, but I opened the lid anyway.  Inside was a wonderful 1951 Centenial badged Singer model 201!!  I checked it out, no power cord....and there was that butt ugly cabinet!  I went and got Willaim...he had stayed in the car...and had him come look at it.  Told him that we should maybe make an offer on it..say $15.  He did, and they said "Yes"!!!  It's an electric machine, with what's known as a "potted motor"...(means the motor is intregal, and the machine is gear driven)  Without the power cord, all we can do is make sure it will form a stitch using the handwheel.  It does...very nicely!  Now as long as the motor runs, we'll be doing good!  Well...that and getting rid of that butt ugly cabinet! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you think I'm slipping by not offering an opinion?  I still don't have much respect for the Obama regime... I think he's going to make things pretty tough on all of us for the next two years, until we can get him voted out of office.  I didn't like my other choices for the presidency either, I don't like Hillary just because I don't like the woman, and while John McCain was an alright kind of guy, Sarah Palin pretty much turned my stomach.  &lt;br /&gt;If only the government would consult me directly about these things...I'm pretty sure I could get this country straightened out!! ~wink and a grin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-443312383854942391?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/443312383854942391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=443312383854942391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/443312383854942391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/443312383854942391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2010/04/obcessive-compulsive.html' title='Obcessive Compulsive...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S9kkEloue3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/m9VwVvXMcJI/s72-c/100_5395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-4422866053870683915</id><published>2010-03-19T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:56:47.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time..No Opinions???</title><content type='html'>Ah! So it's been awhile....not that I don't have opinions...I still do, I just am not very good about getting here to write about them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of my opinions right now concern our government.  I'm seriously concerned!  Mr. Obama...promised change.  Those of you that voted for him...how's that change working for ya?  It's not done much for me except to make me poorer than I was before he was elected.  Trust me, I wasn't rich then!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost considerable respect for Mr. Obama.  Never had any for his wife.  Have always felt sympathy for their children.  Don't have any feelings one way or the other for their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2012 will be a good election year, with voters casting their votes for *real* change instead of someone's race.  I honestly think that if we had "blind" polls, with only the candidate's policies and beliefs, without anyone being able to see WHO, WHAT, or anything else about the candidate, we'd have a much better government right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-4422866053870683915?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4422866053870683915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=4422866053870683915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/4422866053870683915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/4422866053870683915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-timeno-opinions.html' title='Long Time..No Opinions???'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5825107548978483667</id><published>2009-01-30T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:08:42.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay...Sheese!</title><content type='html'>How hard can it be?  You take a few pictures, you post them on a website with the lowest price you're willing to accept for the item, you choose a few variables, you click "upload" and you're off and running as an ebay seller.  Someone bids, wins, pays you, you package, ship, and wait for feedback.&lt;br /&gt;Easy as pie!  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!  In my opinion, while it's not hard, physical labor, selling on ebay is HARD!  Or, maybe that's just the case for a worry wart like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are easy.  Time consuming sometimes, but easy.   Take the item outside, take a picture.  No brainer.  Upload said photos to computer, only to find out that some are not as clear as they should be.  Take the item back outside and try again.  Ok....that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull up "Auctiva".   Start a new listing.  Import the photo(s).   Remember what you paid for the item,  mentally add ebay fees and Paypal fees.  Figure out the shipping weight.  Decide between parcel post and priority.   Choose between flat rate or not.  USPS, UPS, or FedEx.   Write a glowing description, being chipper and cheery, and/or try to inject a bit of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you decided on your return rules?  Shipping rules?  Do you want a fancy background to showcase the item?  Don't forget to add the fees for that to the minimum price!  How long is the auction to run?  3 days?  5 days?  10 days?  (10 days is more money...add that to the cost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload it to Ebay.  Sit back and wait.  Is anyone going to even see it?  Are they EVER going to bid?   Get used to tapping your fingers on the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!  Someone bid.  Get out calculator and figure out again what it's going to cost you.  Did you remember to include the cost of gas to get to the post office?   Forget about your time.    All of the sudden, it's cost you $1.63 to send off this lovely item to it's new owner.  Yes.  That's right.  You've lost money on this auction.  Not only that, but then you have to wait to see if you get good feedback or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?   I dunno.  I just can't decide.  I've made some fairly good money on a few things, but have lost money on others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess as long as I don't end up having to declare bankruptcy because of my ebay sales,  I'll call it "entertainment"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5825107548978483667?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5825107548978483667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5825107548978483667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5825107548978483667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5825107548978483667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/ebaysheese.html' title='Ebay...Sheese!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1654209173078073514</id><published>2009-01-19T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:37:48.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for him.  Had absolutely nothing to do with the color of his skin or his gender.  Had everything to do with his platform and promises.  One man does not change the country.   One man who has, as his primary "feature" dark skin, was elected to the presidency of the United States.  Regardless, he WAS elected, and in my book, that makes him nothing less than "Mr. President" with full honors.  I will support him in his endeavors to make this country a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if what I have to say is offensive to some.  It's not intended to be, but I fully believe that President Obama was elected because of the color of his skin.  (That, and the Republicans couldn't come up with a better canidate) &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we elected a man, who had as his main topic of his campaign and acceptance speech, "I'm black".    Have we forgotten that the man is half WHITE?  When has THAT come up as a positive in his bid for election and subsequent press coverage?&lt;br /&gt;Point I am trying to make is this.  It shouldn't matter that Barack Obama is black.  It shouldn't matter that he's half white.   This country elected a man, and unless that man was elected because he was black, it simply shouldn't be an issue.  Who CARES what color his skin is?  I don't.  I care about what he's going to be able to do to save this country from itself.  I think that as long as there's the distraction of his skin color, there is not going to be anyone watching what's actually happening in Washington.   I think that he's got a wife that is not going to be anymore happy in the White House than she has been all of her life.   What idiot let her start a speech at the Democratic Convention with, "&lt;strong&gt;For the first time in my life&lt;/strong&gt;, I am proud of my country!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think that I'm against the man for the color of his skin, or  because he's not female, please note that I'd be in seventh heaven if Condoleezza Rice would run for the presidency!  I really wish she would have....she'd have kicked both Obama's and Clinton's butts in a fair election! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worries me.  It really does.  I'll sit back and watch.  We'll see if Obama and his followers can put their prejudice behind them.  Tell me that they're not prejudiced.  His whole acceptance speech was based on the "First BLACK President", and look how far blacks have come.  I've heard nothing about how the white side of him made it to the presidency.  I've heard nothing about the HALF black man that was elected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is this.   Cut the "Black" President thing.  Whodahell cares?  I don't.  And if one is truly not prejudiced, they don't either.  All we care about is someone who can run the country effectively.  Someone who can do a good job.    I honestly believe that as President, Obama MIGHT be able to do just that, but he's going to have to set the color of his skin aside and get busy.  There's more to running the country than being black.  I've never done it myself, but I'm pretty sure that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...all of that aside, I have this to say to Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that you have my full support, even though you did not have my vote.  Please know that my prayers are with you as you start this journey of Presidency, and that my prayers are also with your children, as they give up their father for the next four years.   &lt;br /&gt;I will not always agree with your ideas or your actions.   I don't believe that bringing the troops home at this time is a good idea.   I believe that if we do that, then all of the men and women that have died in the war on terrorism will have died for nothing, and that thought is too much to bear.  We need to finish what we've started. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that my right to bear arms needs to be protected.  I don't, however, see a need to own an AK47 or any other kind of assult weapon.   Gangs need to be treated like the terrorists that they are.   Don't consider them to be terrorists?   Wanna walk down the street in LA at night?  Alone, without the Secret Service?  That's what most Americans have to do to go anywhere at night, even if it's just to get to their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mr. President.  Put the color of your skin behind you and take the Presidency of the United States as simply a man,  not as a "black man".   Remove the label that someone's slapped on your back.  It's unbecoming for a non-racist President.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Charlee Turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1654209173078073514?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1654209173078073514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1654209173078073514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1654209173078073514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1654209173078073514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-president.html' title='Mr. President'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-8043844231717303418</id><published>2008-08-23T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:18:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged..</title><content type='html'>My friend, Julie, tagged me. I'm supposed to share, with the world, 7 strange things about myself. Lordy-be! Everything about me is strange, but I'll give it a shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:* If you are tagged, you must firstly post the rules:* Write 7 strange characteristics about yourself. They interest us all!* Tag 5 other people at the end of your Post.* Visit everyone that you have tagged and leave a comment on their blog to let them know that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm painfully shy. I don't do well with strangers in real life, but I love to meet and play with new people on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hold a grudge. Not just for short times....I'm still holding a grudge for my kindergarten teacher, who I thought hated me. The kids that teased me in Jr. High and High School? I still sometimes plot ways to get back at them, even knowing I'll never see them again.&lt;br /&gt;3. I both love and hate to cook. William actually does most of the cooking.... but I do love to bake and I do love cooking in those dutch ovens.&lt;br /&gt;4. I tend to be obcessive. Right now my obcession is dutch ovens and cast iron cookware. For the past 6 or 7 years it was scrapbooking, altho I still love that!&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not terribly close to my siblings, probably closest to my brother Corky. I see my sister when she comes to Oregon, and talk to her every couple of weeks. The other sister I haven't talked to since she pissed me off when our mother was dying. The other brother, I love, we just don't talk much.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a genealogy buff. I'm fasinated with my ancestors and the lives that they led.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate camping and being outside. Nature, in all it's glory, is infested with bugs, either too hot or too cold, and has things that will eat you and not feel guilty about it. I go camping every chance I get cuz it's a way to get away...there's usually no cell phone service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go Miz Julie....as soon as I tag five others, I'll have fullfilled my obligation! ~grin~ I hope I still have friends when they see how weird I am! In turn, I'm going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peggy (&lt;a href="http://www.thewanderlustgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thewanderlustgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Latte_Grande, Christi (&lt;a href="http://www.createdbycoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.createdbycoffee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;3. Laura Jean ( &lt;a href="http://laurajeanmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://laurajeanmiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;4. Joanne ( &lt;a href="http://lifeinatwocowtown.blogspot.com/" target="blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://lifeinatwocowtown.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;5. Gina ( &lt;a href="http://gab423.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gab423.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post again...maybe even tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-8043844231717303418?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8043844231717303418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=8043844231717303418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8043844231717303418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8043844231717303418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged..'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3988052748070631054</id><published>2008-08-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:43.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast Iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lodge Cast Iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutch Oven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wagner Pot'/><title type='text'>Are You Tired of Pots Yet?</title><content type='html'>**ETA**   I found out, thanks to Fant, Roger, and DC that these two pots are made by Lodge.   Still dunno how old they are, but  they tell me that "we" know that they're Lodge because of the "L" shape of the bail handle thingies! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...here are the two little pots that I bought the other day. There are no markings, and really didn't excite me at first, but they're good, sound little pots, and I'm happy to have rescued them from that shed where there were most certainly doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHQmKcPI/AAAAAAAAASc/oEszju-ggYM/s1600-h/100_3596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472595556167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHQmKcPI/AAAAAAAAASc/oEszju-ggYM/s400/100_3596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bottom of the "10". The marks are from setting on a rack of some kind and not in the metal itself. The markings are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHYGcPKI/AAAAAAAAASk/jfBVfZRMGzA/s1600-h/100_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472597570600098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHYGcPKI/AAAAAAAAASk/jfBVfZRMGzA/s400/100_3597.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The lid...the "10" is the only mark of any kind. There are no markings or anything substantial inside either of the pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHgXcu7I/AAAAAAAAASs/Mxs4F33F1gk/s1600-h/100_3599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472599789419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHgXcu7I/AAAAAAAAASs/Mxs4F33F1gk/s400/100_3599.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Side view of the 10. Doesn't really look any different than the 8, shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHhvQGxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fjabfv92C_Q/s1600-h/100_3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472600157690642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHhvQGxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fjabfv92C_Q/s400/100_3600.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The "8". Just above the 8 is a lightly engraved "7".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHhxmHWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ELq3vL2MuL8/s1600-h/100_3602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472600167521634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHhxmHWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ELq3vL2MuL8/s400/100_3602.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The bottom of the 8...again the marks are from a rack of some kind. Under the "8" is "C0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfPzxANoI/AAAAAAAAATE/LHxyk8kt88k/s1600-h/100_3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472742435829378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfPzxANoI/AAAAAAAAATE/LHxyk8kt88k/s400/100_3603.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view of the 8. Both pots are poorly seasoned....I don't think there's rust on them. Could be wrong, of course, it could be that they oiled rusty pots. We'll find out when I clean them. I don't think either pot has ever been used....&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3988052748070631054?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3988052748070631054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3988052748070631054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3988052748070631054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3988052748070631054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-tired-of-pots-yet.html' title='Are You Tired of Pots Yet?'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJZfHQmKcPI/AAAAAAAAASc/oEszju-ggYM/s72-c/100_3596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6792055712109277505</id><published>2008-08-02T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:43.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp-Cook.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast Iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutch Oven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wagner Pot'/><title type='text'>Explaining the Previous Posts of Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJTU6caQE4I/AAAAAAAAASU/h2SlUSoG_jk/s1600-h/th_Wagner-s-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230039167807787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJTU6caQE4I/AAAAAAAAASU/h2SlUSoG_jk/s320/th_Wagner-s-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You've read my previous post about my new obsession, Dutch oven cooking. A few days ago, a friend told us about a camp oven that was for sale on Craig's list. I went looking...the pot was listed....with a photo showing the original sticker in the bottom of the inside of the pot. I was pretty jazzed when I called the guy and he told me that he did have 3 pots. He was going to leave to go fishing though, and told me to call him the next morning, (yesterday) at about 7. I waited until about 7:20....and called. Answering machine! I left my polite message. I hung up and gritted my teeth, trying to be patient and not imagine the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I called at 8. Answering machine. Didn't leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;I called at 9. Answering machine. Didn't leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;Called at 10. Answering machine. Didn't leave a message...but my panic was starting to mount. What if he'd sold the pots? He'd said they were going to be first come, first serve. For the price he was asking, it was entirely possible. What if he recognised my number and didn't want to deal with a weepy woman sobbing out an "Ok...well thank you then...."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't call again. I remained hopeful, but that was starting to wane...and then it happened. At 12:30, he called. He was back from fishing...had caught a fish...had a couple of bites...yes, he still had all the pots. I put William on the phone to get directions. WHEW! We made arrangements for an hour off work and left to go get MY pots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a ways out in the boonies, but we finally pulled into his yard. We did the introductions and hand shaking, and all the while I wanted to scream at him, "You've made me wait long enough, dammit! Where are the pots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped away, into an open, lean-to type shed, and started handing out pots. There were four with legs. There was one without. There was a skillet that was Wagner Ware, aluminum maybe? Silver colored exterior, black inside, not heavy at all. I bought the four pots with legs. He threw in a Wagner griddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home in seventh heaven. Now I have new friends from all over helping me to decide what to do with these pots. I kind of want to keep them, but I want pots I can cook in, and taking the sticker out of the one pot will take away some of the value. I hate to ruin the pot for a true collector, so I won't be using that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pots that I will clean and season. I'm not at all sure about the two little pots. Have no idea of how old they are or who made them. I'm betting that I have new friends that will help me to find out! :) My most sincere thanks to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the reason that I posted the previous two posts with just pictures of the pots? Some of the folks trying to help me identify and value these pots couldn't see the photos that I posted in the forums...so I gave them a link to my blog! Thanks so much everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6792055712109277505?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6792055712109277505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6792055712109277505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6792055712109277505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6792055712109277505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/explaining-previous-posts-of-photos.html' title='Explaining the Previous Posts of Photos!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJTU6caQE4I/AAAAAAAAASU/h2SlUSoG_jk/s72-c/th_Wagner-s-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5637524671844752783</id><published>2008-08-02T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:46.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagner Pot #2</title><content type='html'>This is the second Wagner, obviously used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfQBSNKI/AAAAAAAAARs/b5O01dCuyDc/s1600-h/Wagner-pot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960635299804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfQBSNKI/AAAAAAAAARs/b5O01dCuyDc/s320/Wagner-pot-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNffMU-yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q7RBwoKSjkE/s1600-h/Wagner-pot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960639372655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNffMU-yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q7RBwoKSjkE/s320/Wagner-pot-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfntRyVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3nBd7oY3e3E/s1600-h/Wagner-pot-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960641658341714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfntRyVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3nBd7oY3e3E/s320/Wagner-pot-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNft1gP9I/AAAAAAAAASE/2-1WFVy7ka4/s1600-h/Wagner-pot-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960643303456722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNft1gP9I/AAAAAAAAASE/2-1WFVy7ka4/s320/Wagner-pot-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfsqCx5I/AAAAAAAAASM/bLB0gmHol4g/s1600-h/Wagner-pot-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960642986952594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfsqCx5I/AAAAAAAAASM/bLB0gmHol4g/s320/Wagner-pot-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same message as before...I'll be back later to fill you in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5637524671844752783?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5637524671844752783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5637524671844752783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5637524671844752783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5637524671844752783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/wagner-pot-2.html' title='Wagner Pot #2'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSNfQBSNKI/AAAAAAAAARs/b5O01dCuyDc/s72-c/Wagner-pot-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-4946594007359055478</id><published>2008-08-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:47.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wagner Pot'/><title type='text'>The Sticker Pot</title><content type='html'>For those of you that have no idea what this post is about, I'll be back later to fill you in!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKyOWitlI/AAAAAAAAARE/SuCj_mc69Ik/s1600-h/Wagner-s-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229957662734726738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKyOWitlI/AAAAAAAAARE/SuCj_mc69Ik/s320/Wagner-s-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKXmGPibI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m1iWOhFQXTs/s1600-h/Wagner-s-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229957205252344242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKXmGPibI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m1iWOhFQXTs/s320/Wagner-s-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKX9sRuXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1RximdVPBrQ/s1600-h/Wagner-s-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229957211585886578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKX9sRuXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1RximdVPBrQ/s320/Wagner-s-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKYNqB1xI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VFL-2_JxVaA/s1600-h/Wagner-s-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229957215871424274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKYNqB1xI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VFL-2_JxVaA/s320/Wagner-s-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKYH64UpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MxeLsoH-uHU/s1600-h/Wagner-s-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229957214331490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKYH64UpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MxeLsoH-uHU/s320/Wagner-s-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-4946594007359055478?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4946594007359055478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=4946594007359055478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/4946594007359055478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/4946594007359055478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/sticker-pot.html' title='The Sticker Pot'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJSKyOWitlI/AAAAAAAAARE/SuCj_mc69Ik/s72-c/Wagner-s-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6541869116868039779</id><published>2008-07-29T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:49.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulina Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newberry Cauldron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>We Went Scouting Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope! Nothing to do with Boy or Girl Scouts, altho both are highly admirable organizations! (My oldest son was a Life Scout, and my youngest an Eagle)&lt;br /&gt;We went looking for new campgrounds to try out. Had a great time just hanging out with William and seeing the sights that to be seen when you're in the Newberry Crater area of Oregon. Fasinating place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABTv21WJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w0Nu6iWk3NE/s1600-h/100_3448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228680606152743058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABTv21WJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w0Nu6iWk3NE/s320/100_3448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William and Jake at the Obsidian flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUKLQyeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6MHNrupKJaQ/s1600-h/100_3454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228680613217749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUKLQyeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6MHNrupKJaQ/s320/100_3454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hillside at the Obsidian flow...hard to see, but there's a LOT of black glass on that hillside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUdEBDiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/e4KoiDy65ec/s1600-h/100_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228680618287631906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUdEBDiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/e4KoiDy65ec/s320/100_3477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My goofy, adorable, ever-so-sweet husband, behind a large Obsidian boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUwh0_TI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZmL3aEnp240/s1600-h/100_3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228680623512943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABUwh0_TI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZmL3aEnp240/s320/100_3482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;William at Paulina Lake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABVKwWTFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ogAafBtkYDc/s1600-h/100_3490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228680630553168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABVKwWTFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ogAafBtkYDc/s320/100_3490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jake loved biting at the weeds that were washing up to shore at Paulina Lake! It was hilarious....until we went to get in the car!  Dogs have absolutely NO sense of political correctness when they're wet and drippy!  NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFMQwPx3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/N0u0NsToYQ8/s1600-h/100_3495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228684875591042930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFMQwPx3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/N0u0NsToYQ8/s320/100_3495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the top of Paulina Peak, at the rim of the cauldron...What fantastic views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFMio7ScI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sxoGQOux17I/s1600-h/100_3510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228684880392178114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFMio7ScI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sxoGQOux17I/s320/100_3510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~happy lil sigh~  Ain't he handsome? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFM_W_ZBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nJWpy5vmVWg/s1600-h/100_3543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228684888101577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFM_W_ZBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nJWpy5vmVWg/s320/100_3543.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't panic!  It's just a fat girl with a poodle!   This is Jake and I at the Deschutes River.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFNLr7IGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7Sgt4lJBDUs/s1600-h/100_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228684891410604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFNLr7IGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7Sgt4lJBDUs/s320/100_3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of both Paulina Lake and East Lake from  Paulina Peak.  We'll be camping down there next week!  (Note to self:  Bring long johns!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFNgjUTkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/L-ZTmgsIkwA/s1600-h/100_3540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228684897011650114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJAFNgjUTkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/L-ZTmgsIkwA/s320/100_3540.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the oldest tree in the state of Oregon!   They estimate it's age a about 500 years, it's height at 165 feet,  it's diameter at 8.6 feet, and board feet at over 25,000!  It's got a lot of character, this tree....wish you could see it in real life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here's the skinny!  We're going camping/fishing at Paulina lake next Tues-Weds.  Anyone want to join us?  I'll be cooking in the dutch ovens...and hopefully we'll catch a fish or two!  The state record for a brown trout came from Paulina Lake...a 28 1/2 pounder caught in 2002...it's time to break that record, I'm thinking!  (I'm also thinking that if *I* can be the one to break that record, that William won't let me go fishing anymore with him!  NOT necessarily a bad thing!! ~grin~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6541869116868039779?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6541869116868039779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6541869116868039779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6541869116868039779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6541869116868039779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-went-scouting-today.html' title='We Went Scouting Today....'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SJABTv21WJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/w0Nu6iWk3NE/s72-c/100_3448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3382998180424049661</id><published>2008-07-29T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:51.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>Let Me Introduce You to Walton Lake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few images of the beautiful lake that is nestled in the mountains of Central Oregon.  I enjoyed our camping trip here last week.  Well...to be more honest about things...I enjoyed cooking in my Dutch ovens during this trip last week....wouldn't you know it?  I forgot to take photos of the FOOD AGAIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-YSzOdhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lz5ZavundQs/s1600-h/100_3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228677385717446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-YSzOdhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lz5ZavundQs/s320/100_3437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-Ymw57uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9JYl6nNn3c/s1600-h/100_3439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228677391076421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-Ymw57uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9JYl6nNn3c/s320/100_3439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-ZbkpEsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/w2Y47kzdVEM/s1600-h/100_3440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228677405252063938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-ZbkpEsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/w2Y47kzdVEM/s320/100_3440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That dot you see in the lake?  That's my sweet hubby doing his fishing thing!  He caught a few too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-Z6slIgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OJV2nWp8hGo/s1600-h/100_3443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228677413606859266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-Z6slIgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OJV2nWp8hGo/s320/100_3443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of these photos were taken by me standing just outside of our camper in the campground at Walton Lake...absolutely beautiful country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3382998180424049661?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3382998180424049661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3382998180424049661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3382998180424049661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3382998180424049661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-introduce-you-to-walton-lake.html' title='Let Me Introduce You to Walton Lake!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SI_-YSzOdhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lz5ZavundQs/s72-c/100_3437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6207925644943889020</id><published>2008-07-25T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:38:24.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cast Iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutch Oven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Pots'/><title type='text'>My New Obsession!</title><content type='html'>Cast iron! In particular, DUTCH OVENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cooked with cast iron for years. I learned to cook in cast iron. I love my cast iron! I admit, I allowed myself to be lured away from it for a time....teflon was attractive to me! That whole "no stick, easy wipe LIGHTWEIGHT" allure... Then I discovered that while my cast iron sat unloved in the cabinet, I was spending lotsa dollars on that teflon crap! Had to replace it every year or so... and to top it off, I find out that it's not only not good for you health-wise (did you know that Americans have high levels of teflon in their blood?  And it doesn't break down?) our landfills are FULL of the stuff!  Microscopic particles of teflon floating around in your home will kill your pet birds if you have them.  I have cast iron that is generations old.  Would you want to cook in a teflon pan that is from the early 1900's?   I wouldn't.  And yet, some of the cast iron being used out there today is from the 1800's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to my cast iron. I have a skillet that is so well seasoned that I think I could cook an egg in it with no oil...and it wouldn't stick! All of my skillets are now cast iron. No more teflon. Ever. Period. Wouldn't even consider arguing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought...."The Man Cave". That's what we call the camper trailer. Gonna paint that on the side of it even. Along with "Remember the GUY CODE" on the back of it. But I digress. (And THE GUY CODE is a subject for another post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we bought the man cave. That meant camping. That meant that I was going to have to go out and experience nature. Nature Girl, I'm not. Don't like it. Bugs bug me. Cold is something I don't deal with in a likeable and cheerful manner. So we compromised. I would go camping if we could eat something other than hotdogs and hamburgers. We had a Dutch oven. Let's put it to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out it comes from the back of the cabinet. Into the sink for a good scrubbing, onto the stovetop for a "flame-dry", and then a good coat of Crisco before making it's way to the outside grill for a high temp (500 degree) "bake". (Also known as "seasoning") Let the pot bake for an hour and then cool down again. Another coat of Crisco and back on the grill for another bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the second bake, the pot was black and shiny. It was also non-stick. We went camping and took the precious 12D pot with us. Looked for a recipe prior to going and found Byron's website ( &lt;a href="http://papadutch.home.comcast.net/~papadutch/"&gt;http://papadutch.home.comcast.net/~papadutch/&lt;/a&gt; ). From that website I found an easy recipe for Orange Peach Cobbler. It was YUMMY!!!! We stayed home the next week, but the week after that we were off and running again. This time, we went with not only the ever precious 12D....we also had a new 10 inch pot. Along with taking along the regular kitchen black pots....a legless 10 inch DO, a legless chicken fryer, and a skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, did we have plans! We invited 3 couples to join us, and one of them brought 3 teenagers! In the afternoon, I started a large pork roast. Took two sets of coals to cook it til it shredded easily. It smelled sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! After it cooled a bit, we shredded it, rolled it with some cheese in flour tortillas, and then smothered it in the green chili and more cheese...baked again for about 45 minutes. LOVED IT! Also baked a berry cobbler in one of the other ovens for desert...along with homemade vanilla icecream. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, it was a Tex/Mex casserole with a Pina Colada cobbler for desert. Again...it was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this Dutch oven stuff. There are tons of Dutch Oven websites out there...I have a few links...check them out, or Google "Dutch oven cooking". You don't have to camp to use `em! We've even cooked in the backyard with the black pots. Good stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6207925644943889020?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6207925644943889020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6207925644943889020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6207925644943889020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6207925644943889020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-8991874135222797666</id><published>2008-06-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:52.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!  WHAT WAS I THINKING?</title><content type='html'>Allow me to lay a bit of groundwork first. We used to go camping when I was a kid. Tomboy....dirt....I was ok with it then.&lt;br /&gt;My ex was an outdoor kinda guy. Hunting, fishing, camping. EVERY weekend. Our freaking honeymoon was a weeklong backpacking trip!&lt;br /&gt;Tents all the way too. As in sleep on the ground, in a tent, rain or shine. As I began to dislike him, I started to resist. I'm not an outside kinda girl. I don't like bugs. I don't like being cold. campfires are ok, BUT I hate the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty safe to say that I do NOT like camping! Full fledged "don'wanna!" Completely "EWWWWWWWWWW! May I go get a mamography instead?"&lt;br /&gt;Then...yesterday. Ah...yesterday. We went and looked. He liked it. I even thought it was acceptable. It's coming home with us on Saturday. We'll be doing a lot of camping to justify it. I'm thrilled about that aspect, let me tell ya....so excited I could just pee my pants. Except that I don't have to....this has a potty! Let me show you our new aquisition.... she's not new, but she's clean and like new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsonzzf8UI/AAAAAAAAAOM/njFV9mzpwN4/s1600-h/100_3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213805657997701442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsonzzf8UI/AAAAAAAAAOM/njFV9mzpwN4/s320/100_3413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooC0SWdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WLNgKrrvYi0/s1600-h/100_3407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213805662027536850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooC0SWdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WLNgKrrvYi0/s320/100_3407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooSFfSUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/00P1e-DXCeQ/s1600-h/100_3408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213805666126219586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooSFfSUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/00P1e-DXCeQ/s320/100_3408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsoopABqcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BzlE_DJKhP8/s1600-h/100_3410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213805672277322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsoopABqcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BzlE_DJKhP8/s320/100_3410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooyThVOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dStV_LvviLo/s1600-h/100_3409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213805674775008482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsooyThVOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dStV_LvviLo/s320/100_3409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call me silly, but I'd say that the aquisition of this delightful jewel of campers is a pretty good sign that I love my husband, since he likes me to go with him.  And he loves camping and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about it, as I am anytime I purchase something on time.  In another lifetime, I had a few bills that I couldn't pay right away, and that bothers me beyond bothered.  I fret about it.  I worry about it.  I panic if it looks like I'm going to be the slightest bit late with a payment.  But there I was, signing my name on that line.  It's ours now.  And for what it's costing us, WE'RE GOING TO USE IT AND HAVE FUN DAMMIT! ~GRIN~   (Ok...so I'm a LITTLE BIT excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make some kind of slipcover for the couches.  They're not terrible, but they're that nubby kind of material.   Our little dog, Jake, has this tendancy to try to "fluff" his bed before he lays on it.  His little nails catch in the fabric and tear it up.  I'm going to make new curtains for it too.  The ones in it already are ugly.    We'll need to purchase a few things for it...but for the most part I already have everything we'll need to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Our little home away from home.  Our retreat.  My concession to go camping with the man that I love more than life itself....   Gonna be a good summer...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-8991874135222797666?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8991874135222797666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=8991874135222797666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8991874135222797666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8991874135222797666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-what-was-i-thinking.html' title='OMG!  WHAT WAS I THINKING?'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SFsonzzf8UI/AAAAAAAAAOM/njFV9mzpwN4/s72-c/100_3413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2099922091028102030</id><published>2008-04-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:55.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, Home again, Jiggety Jig!</title><content type='html'>Nine days! Long time to be away from William and home...and while it was a wonderful trip, I'm so glad to be back! I sure missed his hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley and I decided that we needed to make a trip to Colorado to visit with an elderly cousin of our dad's...she's 85, and we so wanted to spend some time with her! In planning the trip, we decided that I would meet Shirley in Las Vegas, since she lives in San Diego, and I live in Oregon. We would then take off from there in her hubby's truck and drive to Salt Lake City, where we'd explore the Family History Library for a couple of days, and then take off from there to go to Colorado to see "Aunt" Edna. (We were raised to call all adult relatives and close friends by "Aunt" or "Uncle"...so even tho she's technically "Cousin Edna" we call her "Aunt")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS! GAMBLING!! I love to gamble. Didn't get to. Oh well...a little disappointing, but not the purpose of the trip...right? That first night was a bear. By the time I claimed my luggage, we got to the truck, got a bite to eat it was midnight when I got to the room. We talked a bit and got to bed, since we wanted an early start. Not only was the room at Howard Johnson's filthy, but it was noisy. We heard every door slam, people talking and yelling, car alarms right outside the room... I do NOT recommend this place for anyone staying in Vegas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the 14th, we loaded up! What fun! Our adventure was about to start! We stuffed that truck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IAjFS_vI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OhVE90pDiAo/s1600-h/100_3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192448069636128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IAjFS_vI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OhVE90pDiAo/s320/100_3107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IAzFS_wI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pD5whPIF5rs/s1600-h/100_3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192448073931095810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IAzFS_wI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pD5whPIF5rs/s320/100_3291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IBDFS_xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9r37zZ9vNDY/s1600-h/100_3292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192448078226063122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IBDFS_xI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9r37zZ9vNDY/s320/100_3292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were off and running! After a long day's drive to Salt Lake City, we were exhausted, and dropped into bed after grabbing a quick bite at Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the next morning, we headed out to take Shirley's puppy to doggy day care, and then headed for the library. We'd seen a map with a parking lot that wasn't too far to walk, just around the block and across the street from the library. Pulled in there, found a good spot and unloaded our "stuff" that we needed for our research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library was awe-inspiring! We sat thru a simple presentation of stuff that we already knew how to do, pretty much a "how to start" video, and then we headed straight for the books. They don't allow photos in the library itself, but they do allow photos in the main lobby. One of the Elders that was there to help direct people took the photo for us in front of the desk. (photo taken the second day)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9KgDFS_yI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IIgWlCrfi1o/s1600-h/100_3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192450809825263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9KgDFS_yI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IIgWlCrfi1o/s320/100_3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long first day at the library, we looked out the window and saw snow falling. Hard. We headed for the truck, which wasn't far as the crow flies, but about a two block walk if you mind your manners and stay on the sidewalk. Neither of us had brought a coat, and I was wearing a short sleeved sweater that first day. By the time we got back to the truck, the front of my sweater was a beautiful "crystally" white! We went and picked up the puppy at day care and headed back to the motel room. As we came up on the block where the motel was, I looked off to my right. Looking up again and slightly to the left, I saw the motel. Looked back to the right. Sure enough! That was where we'd parked the truck....less than half a block from the motel!! So much for paying attention and being efficient! The next day we parked in a lot closer to the library!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're interested in genealogy, and have the opportunity to go, DO NOT PASS this experience up! Millions of books and microfilms...literally. And very well organized! It took us a day to kind of get the hang of things, we didn't find much...and the second day wasn't nearly long enough to find as much as we wanted! It takes some time to find your film numbers in the long rows of drawers....and the same for the books. A week wouldn't be a long enough time to stay there...two weeks wouldn't be long enough either...I think maybe I need to move to Salt Lake to live...so that I could go everyday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we took off for Delta, Colorado where Aunt Edna lives. Along the way we stopped at a rest area where the maintenance man addressed us both as "gorgeous" and was just generally a nice, but slightly myopic, and a little whacked man. He told us that if we had the time, we should go five miles down the road and go to the petroglyphs just past the town of Thompson Springs. We perked up at that...both of us love that kind of stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went the five miles and took the exit for Thompson Springs, Utah. As we drove through, we discovered that it is little more than a ghost town!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVTFS_zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Kj6JcxeNmS0/s1600-h/100_3162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456122699808562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVTFS_zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Kj6JcxeNmS0/s320/100_3162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVjFS_0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/s3EXoq96Mb8/s1600-h/100_3167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456126994775874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVjFS_0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/s3EXoq96Mb8/s320/100_3167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVzFS_1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0ORQJqo669I/s1600-h/100_3174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456131289743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9PVzFS_1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0ORQJqo669I/s320/100_3174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove, Shirley, who is more cautious than I am, asked, "What if he's a serial killer? This is pretty desolate, what if he's waiting for us?" I've lived my life in small towns where we often don't bother to lock the doors...so this never occured to me until she said something, but in this day and age, it was a point to ponder, and it was the start of lots of nervous giggles, along with a decision that if he was there when we got there, we were leaving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wasn't there. But the petroglyphs and pictographs were! Along with graffiti, of course...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SlTFS_2I/AAAAAAAAANA/BM6bSfbpcUM/s1600-h/100_3142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459696112598882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SlTFS_2I/AAAAAAAAANA/BM6bSfbpcUM/s320/100_3142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SljFS_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/NUiEWS0q03I/s1600-h/100_3143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459700407566194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SljFS_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/NUiEWS0q03I/s320/100_3143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmTFS_4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nOIFSUuGNoU/s1600-h/100_3150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459713292468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmTFS_4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nOIFSUuGNoU/s320/100_3150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmjFS_5I/AAAAAAAAANY/aJBUMpKc5oQ/s1600-h/100_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459717587435410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmjFS_5I/AAAAAAAAANY/aJBUMpKc5oQ/s320/100_3154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmzFS_6I/AAAAAAAAANg/kIZee4QIkI4/s1600-h/100_3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459721882402722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9SmzFS_6I/AAAAAAAAANg/kIZee4QIkI4/s320/100_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FASINATING! We both wished that we'd have had more time to wander and hike around a bit, but the road was calling to us, so we hit the dusty once more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got into Delta at about 5 pm, and after we checked into the motel, we called Aunt Edna, who at 85, still drives, and came immediately to meet us at the motel. What a cute little woman she is! And so sweet too. We went to dinner, chatted for a bit, and then went back to the room and went to bed. Being in Delta felt like being "home". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9XAzFS_7I/AAAAAAAAANo/IKJetquy2K0/s1600-h/100_3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192464566605512626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9XAzFS_7I/AAAAAAAAANo/IKJetquy2K0/s320/100_3225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Edna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday, we went to Aunt Edna's, where she had bacon, eggs, and waffles waiting for us for breakfast. YUM! She showed us some of her treaures, things that had belonged to our great grandmother, and things that her hubby, George Ware had gotten for her. We left there and went first to the cemetery where our family is buried, and then on to Hotchkiss, Colorado, where I'd lived for 8 years. There was a bonus there, the place where I order William's Hawaiian shirts is located there, and we stopped in. I took a photo of the girls that work there, that he talks to on the phone when he orders a shirt. Picked up a couple of new shirts for him too, that he'd been drooling over in the catalog. From there, we went to Olathe, Colorado, where I lived when I first moved to Colorado with my family at age 8. Got a photo or two while we were there, and then we went to dinner and back to the motel to try to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't get much rest. Cousins from our grandmother's side of the family, Wade and Deb Isham came to see us! We were so excited to meet them...and were so grateful that they drove 6 hours and stayed in our motel just to meet us and share what they had on our family history. Talk about a trusting soul! Since it was late, Wade left us with a large box of photo albums and diaries of his grandmother's, our great grandfather's sister in law. Told us to look to our heart's content while we rested up from our day! Can you imagine leaving that kind of thing with virtual strangers? Wonderful couple! The next morning at breakfast, we shared information and then moved over to a local park to talk more. While we were at the park, my son called to let us know they were in Delta. We told them how to find us, and they were soon pulling up in their car, and a little boy bounced out of that car and ran for me with open arms, yelling "NANA!!!!!" I scooped him up and what a wonderful hug from Scotty that was! The littlest one, Garrett, didn't want much to do with me at first....but he wasn't feeling very good as he gets carsick. It didn't take him long to warm up to me tho, and we all had a grand time together. Such loving little boys...they would walk past me on their way to play and reach out and pat me, telling me, "I love you, Nana". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9n6jFS_8I/AAAAAAAAANw/weOPK3aNLyU/s1600-h/100_3245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192483150929002434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9n6jFS_8I/AAAAAAAAANw/weOPK3aNLyU/s320/100_3245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley tells me that the youngest, Garrett, looks exactly like I did as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, we went to Aunt Edna's for a little family get together. Aunt Delores was there too, these two being of a like age, are the best of friends. What cuties they are, and Delores, for all of the hard knocks life has handed her, has a wonderful sense of humor! Aunt Edna does too, but hasn't had the life that Delores has had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9opzFS_9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/K9pxeF2Dpdk/s1600-h/100_3238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192483962677821394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9opzFS_9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/K9pxeF2Dpdk/s320/100_3238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning we met the kids for breakfast, and then while they took a drive to Hotchkiss so that Ray could show the kids where he lived and went to school, Shirley and I went to Cedaredge and took photos of Mom and Dad's old house.  After the kids left, we met Aunt Edna for dinner, and went back to the motel early.  We were up early in the morning and headed for home.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first day, we got as far as Twin Falls, Idaho, where we spent the night.  Up early the next morning, we headed for home.   It was a long nine days, and it felt so good to come home, but I wouldn't have missed this trip for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2099922091028102030?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2099922091028102030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2099922091028102030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2099922091028102030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2099922091028102030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-again-home-again-jiggety-jig.html' title='Home again, Home again, Jiggety Jig!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/SA9IAjFS_vI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OhVE90pDiAo/s72-c/100_3107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2600220299648210542</id><published>2008-04-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:55.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R_RfqokEp2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/M1Dp2nYyZsw/s1600-h/July+04,+Quilt+Show+%26+Juan%27s+visit+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R_RfqokEp2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/M1Dp2nYyZsw/s320/July+04,+Quilt+Show+%26+Juan%27s+visit+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184874257058146146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...sometimes a change, no matter what kind, is JUST the thing you need to make your life a bit better.  Even when you don't WANT a change, even when you resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.  I resisted.  I did NOT want to change scrapbooking message boards.  I was in a comfort zone.  Women that I had known for years were there.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I got my feelings hurt and I sounded off about it.  Got myself banned from that board.  BUT!  Before that happened, Mikki had told me about another board that she thought looked pretty cool.  A board called Tally Scrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and looked around for a couple of days.  Looked cool.  Looked friendly.  Looked like somewhere I could  be happy....BUT!&lt;br /&gt;You know how you go to a new message board...you post your intro, and while everyone says "Welcome"...no one talks to you after that?  You just sorta drift away, feeling a bit like an intruder. (Kind like in high school when the "group" that you'd LIKE to belong to says "hi" when you walk up to them, and then turns their back and talks about the party you are NOT invited to...yeah...I might still have an issue or two about that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENS AT TALLYSCRAPPERS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the get-go, the women of Tally have been warm and welcoming.  They've let me know on no uncertain terms that I'm welcome to hang with them...that my work, whether I feel it's up to par with theirs or not, is worthy of comments and "Tally Points".  They laugh with me...they cry with me...they pray for me.... A community doesn't get any better than that!  This is a community that decides for themselves who the design team will be each quarter...because the owner, Christine thinks that the members should elect their leaders.  Let me tell you, the three DTs that I've seen there have all been ROCKIN' scrappers that I've learned a lot from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women there, Robin (TQMNurse) made me a featured artist on her blog.  I've won prizes.  I've made new friends, and I even met an OLD friend again! Ok...so Leah's not old, but I've "known" her for years, met her in person once, and when I joined Tally, guess who sent me a private message, thinking that it was too coincidental that I was Charlee, married to William, that we'd been truckers...just like the people she met at a truckstop several years prior, and asking me if it was just possible that I was that same "Charlee".   I was thrilled to hear from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...what I consider to be one of the greatest honors.  Not long ago, Rachel (Tally HO) sent me a message and asked me to be the guest DT for April!  I was FLOORED!!  And I was incredibly EXCITED!  I can recall squealing and calling for William to come read the invitation.  He claimed to not be surprised, he loves what I do...then he asked if I needed a plain paper bag to breathe into...~laffin~  (Smart a$$!  There are days when he's SO up for adoption!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask you...can you think of greater honors than the ones I've been presented with by Robin and by Christine and Rachel?  I can't...at least not in my scrappy world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ladies!  Thank you Tally Scrappers!  For giving me a new home on the net, for making me feel like I belong, for making me a happy scrapper and inspiring me to scrap more than I ever have in the past! :)  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2600220299648210542?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2600220299648210542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2600220299648210542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2600220299648210542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2600220299648210542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodness.html' title='GOODNESS!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R_RfqokEp2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/M1Dp2nYyZsw/s72-c/July+04,+Quilt+Show+%26+Juan%27s+visit+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-8477958729662191031</id><published>2007-12-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:56:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it's all about...</title><content type='html'>We went to Christmas Eve services, and Pastor played a video.  This was not it...but the message of the video was that Christ's birth was not what was important... it was his death that is what has saved  us all...   This video just kind of brings that home...THIS is what Christmas is all about!  Thanks Brad Paisley and Sara Evens for a beautiful song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NaSROohLzs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NaSROohLzs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-8477958729662191031?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8477958729662191031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=8477958729662191031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8477958729662191031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8477958729662191031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-what-its-all-about.html' title='This is what it&apos;s all about...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3512373861656137457</id><published>2007-12-20T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:56.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R2vRm4Xo0TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fvTQTvNyqBU/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R2vRm4Xo0TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fvTQTvNyqBU/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146437465097687346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been my mother's 82nd birthday.  She died on May 22, 2006, and I miss her bunches.  I wouldn't bring her back to be what she was for all the money in the world, for she was in pain and suffering....but as the Christmas holiday nears I think of her and daddy often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted so much for us kids.  They never really had the means to give it to us.  And then there were the other circumstances that kept them from living the dreams that they so wanted to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they're together.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of the problems that plagued them on this earth have gone and that all that's left is the love they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of my siblings share my feelings for our parents.  Our parents weren't the best parents in the world, but you have to consider that they didn't have the best role models to work from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of it matters now anyway.  What is in the past is often best LEFT in the past.  Water under the bridge and all of that.  Move onward, and hopefully UPward....to better things...a lesson that was taught yet again this week.  One I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Happy Birthday Mama...I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3512373861656137457?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3512373861656137457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3512373861656137457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3512373861656137457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3512373861656137457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R2vRm4Xo0TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fvTQTvNyqBU/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1117890323410667304</id><published>2007-12-19T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:26:27.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update on my previous post...</title><content type='html'>Goodness...within just a couple of hours of posting my previous post, I've been banned from the Shanty!!&lt;br /&gt;Kat called me, let me know that she'd look like a fool if she didn't ban me.  Wonder if that's how Jenny felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls just don't get it...it's too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1117890323410667304?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1117890323410667304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1117890323410667304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1117890323410667304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1117890323410667304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-update-on-my-previous-post.html' title='Little update on my previous post...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-736518379254645209</id><published>2007-12-19T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:21:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty much done...</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a past post that I was a DT member at the Scrapbook Chalet.  When the Chalet transfered to my friend, Kat,  I was just automatically dumped as a DT member.&lt;br /&gt;No one talked to me about it...no one asked if I minded, wanted to stay, or told me I wasn't good enough to be on the DT there.   It was just assumed that I wouldn't mind being Admin.  No one thought about whether or not my feelings would be hurt, but it wasn't important.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so I'll deal with that.  My feelings &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hurt, but obviously, Kat's friends Carrie and Kim were more important.  I can actually deal with that too....I've learned over the years NOT to put too much importance into internet friendships.  They're like the rest of the stuff in our world today...too disposable.  &lt;br /&gt;Moving on.  I get a call yesterday from Kat, telling me that Carrie and Kim don't want to put me into the product rotation because I hurt Carrie's feelings by "picking on her" when I told her that storms on the US coasts are hurricanes, and when you cross the International dateline they become typhoons.  Seems I made her feel stupid by pointing that out.  Wasn't my intention, but seems that both Carrie and Kim feel I was dissing Carrie....&lt;br /&gt;Ok...all I can say to that is if the shoe fits, put both of them on!  (Who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burdens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a child with a name like "Calliope" anyway?  I'm sure that kid is going to grow up being horibly teased and made fun of..I feel sorry for her, because from what I  understand, she's a sweet, loving child...and if she is, her feelings are going to be hurt that much more by the ignorance of her parents in naming her something so easily distorted into nasty names!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done at the Shanty.  It's not worth my time to deal with women who are so petty that they won't even talk about what I've done or give me a chance to apologise for offenses that I wasn't even aware of.  I sent PMs to both Carrie and Kim saying that I understood we had a problem and asking if they wanted to talk about it... Neither of them has the intestinal fortitude (the nice way of saying they don't have guts enough) to answer me and tell me first hand what the problem is.  They'd rather backstab and whine to Kat behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be it.  There comes a time, in Minda's (from TS) words, to let go of expectations and accept things the way they are.  Wise woman, Minda.  I'm having a blast at Tally Scrappers anyway...and Christine has a KILLER inventory in her store...I'm even applying for the DT there...not that I stand a chance of making it, but it's fun to imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are already there.  They love it there too, and are loved there.  It's a great online community...much like real life communities, with different folks and different personalities and "sub-communities"  peacefully co-existing within the bounds of social acceptance.  It doesn't matter there that I don't go to church, nor does it matter that I can be a crusty old woman who says what she thinks.  I don't know how to explain it.  It's just more like "home"....it's more real, warmer, and welcoming than you can imagine....give it a try! :)  You'll find it at www.tallyscrappers.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-736518379254645209?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/736518379254645209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=736518379254645209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/736518379254645209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/736518379254645209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-pretty-much-done.html' title='I&apos;m pretty much done...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1156132592849227686</id><published>2007-11-28T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:56.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping your perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R04cEybLIBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TAi9KnXD73Q/s1600-h/Misc+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R04cEybLIBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TAi9KnXD73Q/s320/Misc+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138075093457117202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest son, Ray, during his first tour of duty in Iraq.  The photo isn't a good one, it was taken with a cell phone.  I was so thankful to get it tho....I sure miss my kids...*ALL* of them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this in my email today, and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  KEEPING YOUR PERSPECTIVE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He stays up for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You take a warm shower to help you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;   He goes days or weeks without running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You complain of a "headache," and call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;  He gets shot at, as others are hit, he keeps moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go &lt;br /&gt;  meet  up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;  He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt; He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you.&lt;br /&gt;   He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;   He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You complain about how hot it is.&lt;br /&gt;  He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order&lt;br /&gt;  wrong&lt;br /&gt;   He does not get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt; He wears the same things for months, but makes sure his weapons are&lt;br /&gt;clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You go to the mall and get your hair redone.&lt;br /&gt;   He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.&lt;br /&gt;  He is told he will be held an extra 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night.&lt;br /&gt;  He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;  He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You roll your eyes as a baby cries.&lt;br /&gt; He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if&lt;br /&gt;they'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.&lt;br /&gt; He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government &lt;br /&gt;and remembers why he is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him.&lt;br /&gt;   He hears the gun fire and bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You see only what the media wants you to see.&lt;br /&gt;  He sees the bodies lying around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;   He does what he is told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You stay at home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;  He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home,sleep,and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get  comfortable.&lt;br /&gt; He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by&lt;br /&gt;gun  fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You pray God will bless your life today.&lt;br /&gt;   He prays that God will give him another day of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1156132592849227686?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1156132592849227686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1156132592849227686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1156132592849227686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1156132592849227686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/keeping-your-perspective.html' title='Keeping your perspective...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/R04cEybLIBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TAi9KnXD73Q/s72-c/Misc+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1272544573974181833</id><published>2007-11-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:03:02.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cool!</title><content type='html'>I'm excited!  Let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, I made a flying trip to California to help sort thru my mother's belongings.  As we went through things, we found a couple of Bibles.  One of them was engraved "Lynn Drain", and had a certificate from a VBS for "Sherry Drain".  I brought the Bibles home and posted on Ancestry.com in the message boards about them, hoping to be able to make a connection and get these Bibles back to where they rightfully belong.  &lt;br /&gt;I made a connection!!!  Lynn Drain Jr. posted on the Ancestry board some of his history, and that history includes residence in Delta County, Colorado!  Guess where we lived for many years? :)  In fact, Mom was a nurse at the hospital there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive now, that this Bible belonged to either this guy's dad, or maybe even to Lynn Jr. himself!  I can't wait to hear from him, and to get this Bible back to him where it belongs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1272544573974181833?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1272544573974181833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1272544573974181833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1272544573974181833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1272544573974181833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-cool.html' title='How Cool!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6530720456993523699</id><published>2007-11-16T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:56.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rz32zybLH9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/MkR9kLq7fFQ/s1600-h/Chester-Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rz32zybLH9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/MkR9kLq7fFQ/s320/Chester-Goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133530519841742802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell SO in love with this little kitten...both of us....even tho William didn't want him to begin with, and I'm allergic to cats and dogs both, we fell head over heels.  Such a little love.  So playful and funny.  His favorite places to be were either on my chest, rubbing his nose on my chin and nose, or on William's lap, just cuddling and sleeping while William absently rubbed his back or side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone now.  We had to say goodbye to our little love.  No more kitty-cuddles.  No more loud purring at 5am, or licks on the face and neck at the same un-godly hour!  No slaps on the cheek in an effort to get someone to feed him at 5:30am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vet.cornell.edu/fhc/brochures/fip.html"&gt;Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP)&lt;/a&gt; took him from us.  We'd noticed a fat belly, but thought that was from his eating like a pig!  Then he stopped eating like a pig, but still got fatter.  We took him to the vet, who diagnosed him with FIP, and regretfully told us there was no cure for it, and that sometime in the next couple of weeks, Chester would die a rather miserable death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardest thing I've ever had to do was to tell the vet to give him the shot.  We left work and hurried to the office to say goodbye.  I cuddled him against my chest...one of his favorite spots....and he managed a bit of a purr for me.  Then while William cuddled him in his arms, the vet gave him the injection.  He cheerfully purred away his last moments in William's arms, while we both sobbed our goodbyes and love for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to say it, time to say it...Goodbye...Goodbye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6530720456993523699?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6530720456993523699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6530720456993523699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6530720456993523699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6530720456993523699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rz32zybLH9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/MkR9kLq7fFQ/s72-c/Chester-Goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2940796511304155723</id><published>2007-11-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm under orders...</title><content type='html'>To update my blog!   YESSUM MIZ LEAH....I'm gettin' right on it, M'am!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what's new?  Nothing really.  I'm still fighting cellulitis in my left leg.  It's starting to look worse all the time.  Not only swollen, but red, scaley, nasty!  Now it's advanced to hurting.  For those of you that don't know me well, I don't feel pain like most people do.  Example:  When my appendix ruptured, the only reason I had to go to the doctor was because I couldn't keep anything down.  I had absolutely NO abdominal pain what-so-ever.  I did however, have a white blood cell count over 26,000.  (Normal is 4000 to 10000....roughly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Really big news!  I've smoked ciggarettes since I was 13 years old.  At some times in my life, as many as 4 packs a day.  more recently, a pack a day.  I started taking a pill called Chantix about a month and a half ago.  Eight days ago, I put down the smokes.  Decided that I was done.   Then I decided that, "Damn!  What the HELL was I thinking??" and almost went and got a pack.  William wouldn't let me.  Three days went by and I was snapping and snarling at him somethin' fierce!  Then I got smart.  I bummed a cigg from one of the guys we work with!  I was almost GLEEFUL!  I actually giggled as I tucked it away in a little box on my bookcase....you know...to save for later.  Except "later" still hasn't come.  It's still there.  I think that I just didn't want anyone telling me that I couldn't have a cigg, or that I couldn't smoke.  NOT that I haven't had moments when I wanted a smoke.  Really bad.   But they always pass as soon as I think about something else.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be ok!  I don't think I could have done it without the Chantix.  If you're a smoker, and you WANT to quit, it's the "easy" route to take!  You might feel a little bit queasy at first.  Just make sure that you take it with something in your stomach...after breakfast and after dinner.  The other thing....it's expensive.  But I was going thru 30 packs of cigs a month, at about 3.76 per pack.  That's $112.80 a month I was burning up.  Chantix, purchased at Walmart or Fred Meyers, costs about $108 a month.  I'm actually saving money with the Chantix.  It's so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RzABC1E-MDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ztjUCQc7l4c/s1600-h/Vivienne+Pettis+Charlene+Pettis+1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RzABC1E-MDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ztjUCQc7l4c/s320/Vivienne+Pettis+Charlene+Pettis+1957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129601123694293042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!  Am I not just a cutie? :D   This photo was taken on my first birthday, and that's my mama hanging onto me.  It's been nearly 50 years...my 51st birthday is the 8th.  So much water under the bridge.  So much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2940796511304155723?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2940796511304155723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2940796511304155723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2940796511304155723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2940796511304155723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-under-orders.html' title='I&apos;m under orders...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RzABC1E-MDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ztjUCQc7l4c/s72-c/Vivienne+Pettis+Charlene+Pettis+1957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-802083397176663558</id><published>2007-09-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:31:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Should...</title><content type='html'>Update my blog more often!  So much has happened lately that I'm way behind!  Let's see...where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Scrapbook Chalet DT position that I was so proud of?  Non-existant now.  Laura decided to give the Chalet to Kat, because, (cheer now! :D ) Laura is getting two children to foster, with the possibility of adopting!  YEA!  I'm so tickled for her!! She's going to be super busy, and didn't think she'd have time for the message boards and gallery, so she handed them over to Kat.&lt;br /&gt;Kat didn't pick me up as a part of her design team, altho she kept me on as admin...I'm not sure how much help I will be to her, but I'll do my best! :)  At any rate, the board's been renamed the ScrapShanty, and should remain the same fun place to chat as it was before the switch.  Now I just have to decide whether or not to reload my layouts...only two of them made it thru the change-over...the rest got deleted.  I hate making people look at and remark again on layouts they've already seen, so most likely won't reload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikki pointed out a "new" (to us) board...a place called "TallyScrappers"!  OMG, WHAT A FUN BOARD!  I'm still in the process of learning the site and figuring out how to navigate since it's set up like nothing I've see before, but I'm having a blast doing that! :D  There's a link on the right side of this page, go check the place out!!  I think if you explore it a bit, you'll love it as much as I am right now!   You haven't LIVED until you've had some TallyPoints POWER under your belt!! ~grin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now, will try to get here soon...maybe even today and post more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-802083397176663558?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/802083397176663558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=802083397176663558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/802083397176663558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/802083397176663558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-should.html' title='I Really Should...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3529350060270561950</id><published>2007-09-12T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:57.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Chester D Kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Ruh5Mv9YzuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xDzI7Vf8w8U/s1600-h/100_2740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Ruh5Mv9YzuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xDzI7Vf8w8U/s320/100_2740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109467037191163618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Ruhyuv9YztI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kk8DrsSNtQM/s1600-h/100_2741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Ruhyuv9YztI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kk8DrsSNtQM/s320/100_2741.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109459924725321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new baby, Chester (because he likes to sit on my chest) D. (short for...well...you figure it out) Kitty!  &lt;br /&gt;He's an adorable, loving, wildly affectionate kitty!  Some friends had his sister, and when I met that kitten, I knew I had to bring her brother home.  These kittens lost their mother when they were a day or so old, and the son of these friends bottle fed all four kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell, he loves being with "Mom"...and it's rare that an animal or child prefers me to William, so I'm loving it!  If you don't put your chin down to his for "kisses" then he'll paw at your face until you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3529350060270561950?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3529350060270561950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3529350060270561950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3529350060270561950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3529350060270561950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/09/meet-chester-d-kitty.html' title='Meet Chester D Kitty!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Ruh5Mv9YzuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xDzI7Vf8w8U/s72-c/100_2740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2617334063171071221</id><published>2007-08-06T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:57.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whirlwind Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RrfHVnxbm3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zIQROXrYRkY/s1600-h/Charlene+Pettis+Mary+Jane+and+Frank+Osborne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RrfHVnxbm3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zIQROXrYRkY/s320/Charlene+Pettis+Mary+Jane+and+Frank+Osborne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095760677660498802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sportsfans...it was a heck of a week!   I left on Monday the 31st of July to San Diego, California, to help my sister sort out our mother's belongings...got there at about 2:00 in the afternoon, and we dug right in.  Worked until about midnight, and up again and back to work by 7:30am!  Worked outside in the garage where the boxes were stored until about 3:00pm.  Man!  Was it ever hot!  I was totally soaked by the time we finished with THAT part!&lt;br /&gt;Then we started in on another batch that was in the upper garage.  These boxes we were able to take into the house to go through.  Mom's jewelry and photos.  We spent hours going through albums and removing photos from those old magnetic things!  I brought the majority of the photos home with me to scan, most of the originals will go back to my sister.  I certainly don't mind, as I never scrap with the originals anyway.  I can fix the cracks and scratches in the photos and print them in larger sizes so that I have a better than original photo....I'm happy with that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories flooding so few days.  A few tears were shed, but not many.  Many more smiles were shared.  More than a few giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shirley?  If you read this....IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, BABY!! ~laffin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2617334063171071221?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2617334063171071221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2617334063171071221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2617334063171071221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2617334063171071221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/08/whirlwind-trip.html' title='A Whirlwind Trip'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RrfHVnxbm3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zIQROXrYRkY/s72-c/Charlene+Pettis+Mary+Jane+and+Frank+Osborne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1785214188088358813</id><published>2007-07-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:57.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rpk1Yt5QXBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pbcetLQuU8c/s1600-h/CreativeCrewBlinkie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rpk1Yt5QXBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pbcetLQuU8c/s320/CreativeCrewBlinkie.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087155952844561426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!!  Laura at the Scrapbook Chalet was kind enough to choose me to be one of her Creative Crew for this new term!  I'm so excited about it, and so jazzed to think that with the positive attitudes of this new team that we'll be able to promote the site and Laura's store and kit club to new levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that if you'll surf on over to &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookchalet.com"&gt;The Scrapbook Chalet&lt;/a&gt; and check out the friendly, "No Snarks Allowed" atmosphere you'll like what you find.  It's a place to talk about scrapping, to play, to share our lives with others that have the same interests.  It's a safe haven where you can play and post and know that no one is going to make fun of you or look down on you.  The whole purpose of the Chalet is to promote FUN in scrapbooking.  And it's good to know too, that the store is right there, and that Laura will be able to provide you with products that will inspire you to create some happy pages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come play with us...we'd love to have you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1785214188088358813?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1785214188088358813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1785214188088358813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1785214188088358813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1785214188088358813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/07/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rpk1Yt5QXBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pbcetLQuU8c/s72-c/CreativeCrewBlinkie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3144110671204797361</id><published>2007-06-14T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:49:07.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genealogy'/><title type='text'>Have you ever...?</title><content type='html'>Just drawn a blank at what to post on your blog?  Seems like I'm busier than ever, but what do I have to say that would be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sub to Ancestry.com runs out next month, and I don't think I'll be renewing it for awhile...I need to catch up on the research that I've already done first.  Get it all typed into my program, and then get some little books printed up for William's family.  They're all interested, they just don't want to do the research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive genealogical note, I've found a woman that has one branch of my family researched all the way back to the pilgrims!!  How totally cool is that?  I'm so excited to research them, and the era in which they lived!  I do love history, and genealogy just makes it "personal"...kwim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW for some REALLY exciting news!!  Remember I told you about the Scrapbook Chalet and what a cool place it is to hang out for scrappers?  Laura has issued a call for her bi-annual DT search!!  If you make the DT, you qualify for discounts at her store, store GC's, and get a free kit every month!  I do believe that I'm going to try for it, although there are some seriously AWESOME scrappers entering...if you're reading this and you haven't already applied, you certainly SHOULD!  Come to think about it, if you're reading this and you haven't checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookchalet.com"&gt;Scrapbook Chalet&lt;/a&gt; you really ought to go visit!   The women there are super friendly, caring, and fun!  Let me share some examples with you, and these are just a FEW of the wonderful people you'll find there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura:  The owner of the Chalet...and an ACTIVE owner at that!  You'll love her. (This is would be a definate suck-up here...but it's also my TRUE and HONEST opinion...if you bother to get to know me better, you'll find out that I don't say things like that that I don't mean!)&lt;br /&gt;Kat:  This little Texan will keep you in stitches!  Honestly!  &lt;br /&gt;MamaTam (Tammy):  One of the sweetest women you'll ever meet! (And only slightly corrupt these days...but it's all Kat's fault....honest! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Jozzie:  OMG!  You're gonna LOVE Joz...she's our resident wino and spell checker!  Need a recommendation for a good red to go with your spaghetti?  Need to know how to SPELL "spaghetti"?  This is your girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;Becky:   She's right up there with MamaTam in the "sweet" department!  Highly pubbed scrapper too....you'll love her as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;Dawn:   She's an incredibly talented woman, who is famous for her "chat about nothing or everything" daily posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a few of the terrific women you're going to find at the Chalet.  By no means is it everyone...nor does it include the celebrities that you'll find popping in from time to time...sometimes to post, sometimes for a scheduled chat.  Nor does it include the incredible talent that you're going to find in the gallery!  OMG!  TO DIE FOR!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out, I promise you won't be sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3144110671204797361?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3144110671204797361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3144110671204797361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3144110671204797361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3144110671204797361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...?'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3976390917531111862</id><published>2007-04-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:18:24.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww...C'mon....</title><content type='html'>Really now!  Does the "Anon" poster that left a comment on my previous post honestly think that I'm going to be impressed with their opinion?  I left it, because everyone is entitled to an opinon, and because I honestly don't care what someone who is too cowardly to let me know who they are thinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *WILL* respond to it tho, because like I've said many times in the past, I truely enjoy messing around with the minds of mental midgets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the War in Iraq.  I fully support it.  Period.  Did I say I thought it was cool?  Nah.  Did I jump up and down for joy when it started?  Nope.  Did, and do I think it's necessary?  Yep.  It's kind of like taking out the garbage.  Ain't pleasant, no one WANTS to, but it's gotta be done.  Is anyone going to change my mind on the issue?  Not likely, and definately not by leaving an anon post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for "couple dressing"?  Does "Anon" honestly think I'm going to care what he/she thinks about it?  Gimme a break!  We don't do it often, but we DO like to dress in matching shirts on occasion.  If I cared what anyone else thought about it, I'd have asked the world before we bought the shirts!  If I was in my teens or twenties, I might get all upset that someone in this world might not like me for "couples dressing"...I'm well beyond that age and stage of life tho.  I seldom bow to peer pressure.  I really don't give a rip who might think I'm weird, or a nerd, other than my own best friend and husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me Anon, knowing what you know now...what did you accomplish with your comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3976390917531111862?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3976390917531111862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3976390917531111862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3976390917531111862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3976390917531111862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/04/awwwwwcmon.html' title='Awwwww...C&apos;mon....'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-3218680921446354933</id><published>2007-04-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:57.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Matters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RjAtYQ-fi-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/evBbQm0NcQk/s1600-h/100_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RjAtYQ-fi-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/evBbQm0NcQk/s320/100_2317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057592276434258914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwwww....matching shirts...aren't they cute?  We actually LIKE to match when we go out.  It lets everyone know that we're together.  We like everyone knowing that!  This was taken at my niece's 25th anniversary party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we found out that William's Uncle Jimmie died last week.  Now we didn't know Uncle Jimmie, because of family stuff, William never met him. (at least not as an adult)  We found out when a cousin that I've been emailing wrote and told me that he was disappointed that he didn't get to meet us at Jimmie's funeral.  I had to write back and tell him that we had no idea, that no one called us to let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we'd have gone to the funeral.  At the very least, if we couldn't have traveled for the funeral, we'd have sent flowers.  We weren't given the opportunity, and I let William's stepmom know that I wasn't happy about it.  Nicely, but I let her know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a silver lining tho.  Jimmie's daughter, Freda, used to call us when we first got married 8 years ago.  Then we lost touch.  I went to the funeral home website to read Uncle Jimmie's obit, and there was a guestbook.  In that guestbook was a message from Freda, and all of her information!   I called her this afternoon.  She was so excited to hear from us, that she called back FOUR times!  She was so cute....trying to catch us up on all her news.  I think she may have thought at first that we were just another part of the family after her "newfound" money.  It seems that she spent a year in the hospital after she was hit by an eighteen wheeler owned by Coors.  She was given a 2 million dollar settlement.  She made mention that she suddenly had lots of friendly family and friends.  I let her know toot-sweet that 1.  I had no idea that she'd be in an accident and had gotten a settlement.  and 2.  I don't want her money!  After she realized that, there was no more talk of money....just family stuff that no one else in the family seems to think we need to know about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to talk to Freda.  It's good that there are those in the family that will welcome us with open arms.  I wish so much that we could have the same relationship with William's dad and stepmom, but I don't think it'll ever happen.  I'm going to keep trying tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-3218680921446354933?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3218680921446354933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=3218680921446354933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3218680921446354933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/3218680921446354933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters....'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RjAtYQ-fi-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/evBbQm0NcQk/s72-c/100_2317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-8979307345416933910</id><published>2007-03-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:57.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sunday to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rga3mPSvz1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hVaE-jF2siA/s1600-h/438William_on_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rga3mPSvz1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hVaE-jF2siA/s320/438William_on_Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045922300083294034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone is having a wonderful, peaceful, happy Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't this photo beautiful?  My Sweet William, walking on the beach at Brookings, Oregon.  I love it.  There's such a sense of peacefulness to it.  Even with listening to the waves crashing in the background, it just made my soul sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing quite like the beach to me.  I love it.  I want so badly to live there.  To be able to walk on the beach in the mornings and evenings.  To watch the sun set reflecting on the water.  To find tiny treasures that the ocean has relinquished to the sandy beach.  To smell the salt air.  ~sigh~  There's nothing in this world like it, and I can't wait to be able to go again.  Probably for our anniversary on May 30th.  We'll have a 3 day weekend that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to take my kids there.  I want the boys to be able to go fishing with Dad on the Ocean.  I want the girls to be able to play on the beach with the kids.  I want to be able to take a TON of photos!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday....maybe.  Someday......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-8979307345416933910?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8979307345416933910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=8979307345416933910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8979307345416933910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8979307345416933910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-sunday-to-you.html' title='Good Sunday to You!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rga3mPSvz1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hVaE-jF2siA/s72-c/438William_on_Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2655831327499937788</id><published>2007-03-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:58.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I fought it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RgPmT_Svz0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OuZAvrP1AMw/s1600-h/100_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RgPmT_Svz0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OuZAvrP1AMw/s320/100_2322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129238667054914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color blue!  For years I refused to admit that my favorite color was blue.  I'd answer whomever asked, "Green!"  "Purple!"  Anything but BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;I had to be different, and it seemed EVERYONE'S favorite color was blue!  &lt;br /&gt;I've always loved color, and if asked would tell anyone in a heartbeat that I hated orange and yellow, (I still do) and that cooler colors were my thing. (they still are)  I can finally admit it tho, I love blue.  I love the calm of it.  It's the color of my favorite place to be...the ocean.  It's the color of a warm summer sky.  It's the color of William's eyes.  It's the color that dominates in my life and in my home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite color.  Imagine that.  Blue.  Whodda thunk it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2655831327499937788?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2655831327499937788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2655831327499937788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2655831327499937788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2655831327499937788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-how-i-fought-it.html' title='Oh how I fought it!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RgPmT_Svz0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OuZAvrP1AMw/s72-c/100_2322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2369907248050116576</id><published>2007-03-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:58.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rf2LX9kyVXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D33gWBCGxn0/s1600-h/4385What_a_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rf2LX9kyVXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D33gWBCGxn0/s320/4385What_a_Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043340401506932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of my older layouts.  We had such fun in Las Vegas when we were there a few years ago...I really want to go back.   The journaling on this layout reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband... When I saw an opportunity to have a photo of him with real Vegas Showgirls, I asked him to go pose with them. Did this man of mine balk? Did he hesitate? Did he pout? Nope! Obedient husband that he is, he trotted right over to wrap an arm around each of them and pose! SUCH a good man! Poor guy, after the picture was taken, he came back to me, gave me a kiss and said, "Not much to hang onto there..." and then added, "No boobies, either!" He is SO abused! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end quote) ~laffin~  He's so cute!  He never fails to make me laugh, and he goes out of his way to make me happy.  I found a true treasure when I found this man...or rather, when he found me.  It took me a long time to figure out when he wasn't happy with me...he very seldom says anything...he simply doesn't do things that he normally does...like dishes...or he'll leave my laundry for me to wash.  Stuff like that.  Then I know to suck up a bit and try to figure out what I did to upset him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm dedicating this post to him, our love and friendship is because I made a cake for our niece's 25th wedding anniversary.  He was not only behind me every step of the way, he helped to ice the cake, and he did a wonderful job of transporting it (loading it in the car, unloading it at Shirley's house) and of helping me to set it up.  It just reminds me of what a wonderful guy he is, and why I love him so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbook Chalet:  Have I mentioned how awesome this site is for scrappers? Let me tell you what's been going on there lately.  There have been contests galore...and Laura just posted a new one, Designing Like a Star.  You can read about it here: http://www.scrapbookchalet.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I need to tell you about these ladies that hang out there is about their wonderful, generous hearts!  We have a member, Tracey, who has a little girl that is absolutely precious.  Little Miz Gabi was born with some health problems that have caused her parents much worry.  She just recently had her sixth surgery to try to correct some of these problems.  The ladies of the Chalet not only made and donated for auction some lovely items, but are now in the process of bidding their hearts out to help raise some $$ for Gabi's bills.  The auction ends tonight...check it out if you get a chance....and bid!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2369907248050116576?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2369907248050116576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2369907248050116576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2369907248050116576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2369907248050116576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-one-of-my-older-layouts.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/Rf2LX9kyVXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D33gWBCGxn0/s72-c/4385What_a_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2938517447602620005</id><published>2007-03-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:58.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa, Tell Me `Bout the Good Old Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RfQs-dkyVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d3wK1fsfhdE/s1600-h/438100_2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RfQs-dkyVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d3wK1fsfhdE/s320/438100_2044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040703334536861026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I could sit down with my grandfather and find out what he knew about our ancestors.  Can't happen.  The one that you see pictured died when I was 8. He was my mother's dad.   My father's dad died 2 years before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed so many opportunities!  I've only been interested in genealogy for the past couple of years, and when I think of everyone that I could have asked about my ancestors, the ones that are gone now, I could kick myself!  My Auntie Evelyn, the oldest of my dad's siblings, who could have told me so many stories, and in fact tried to, but I wouldn't listen.  My great grandmother, who didn't pass until she was 102 years old, when I was 28.  Other aunts, uncles, cousins.  People that KNEW the very ancestors that I quest for information about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to share here, by relating my own bad example, is to TALK to your elders!   Auntie Yoohoo can tell you about her grandparents.  She'll share the story that her grandmother told her.  She'll help you to bring your family's past to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that you're not interested now.  And you may never really be interested.  But you might.  And on the chance that you might be interested in the future, ask the questions now.  Write the stories down.  Even if you aren't interested, do it for your kids, or for your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2938517447602620005?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2938517447602620005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2938517447602620005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2938517447602620005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2938517447602620005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/grandpa-tell-me-bout-good-old-days.html' title='Grandpa, Tell Me `Bout the Good Old Days...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RfQs-dkyVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/d3wK1fsfhdE/s72-c/438100_2044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6538595904305815647</id><published>2007-02-24T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:58.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a good site to hang out at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/ReBhnk00UhI/AAAAAAAAADk/8p3KLjDtSaw/s1600-h/W-C+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/ReBhnk00UhI/AAAAAAAAADk/8p3KLjDtSaw/s320/W-C+heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035131715928216082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo!  Well...mostly.  I hate that it shows how fat I really am, but I love that it shows me with my best friend in the whole world, William. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...on to the subject at hand.  Internet communities.  Interesting places, each with a dynamic of it's own.&lt;br /&gt;Started at "Our Creative Companion".  Let's just say that it didn't work out and leave it at that.  There are still some hard feelings, I think, on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Kat started the Scrapbook Jungle, and it was home for 4 years.  Was a wonderful community, until it got close to the end, and people started leaving.   We tried so hard to revive it, and ended up getting burned out.  Of course, we didn't have any help at all from the owner...Abby (long story, but she got the place from Kat..FREE).  Water under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;So I ventured over to Scrap That Moment.  Looked like a friendly, wonderful place to hang out.  And it was, for awhile.  Until it came to light that the owner is slightly narcissistic.  Well...maybe a bit more than "slightly".  And maybe just a tad.... well...nuff said.  It turned out to not be the place for me, even tho there are still people there that I like, very much!  Can't recommend hanging out there tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hangout?  Scrapbook Chalet!  Check it out.  Many of the ladies that I met at STM are now there at the Chalet.  I LOVE IT!  It's fun, it's friendly, and it's fast paced.  I'm a bit embarrassed to post any of my layouts tho...that gallery is simply intimidating!  The talent there ROCKS, and my slapped together layouts just don't measure up.   You can't ask for better inspiration tho, and I'm looking forward to learning a lot from these awesome scrappers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also need to say that it's good to be hooked up with Kat again!  :)  We have such fun together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6538595904305815647?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6538595904305815647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6538595904305815647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6538595904305815647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6538595904305815647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-makes-good-site-to-hang-out-at.html' title='What makes a good site to hang out at?'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/ReBhnk00UhI/AAAAAAAAADk/8p3KLjDtSaw/s72-c/W-C+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2369475864954903557</id><published>2007-02-19T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:06:59.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just way cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqIPk00UdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SGTt3zDYPl4/s1600-h/100_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqIPk00UdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SGTt3zDYPl4/s400/100_2100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033485334704574930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Deputy Joye and...uhmmmm...I forgot the other human's name, but I'd like to introduce to Deputy Missy and Deputy Narc as well.  (I promise I'll find out the man's name as soon as possible....I'm rather embarrassed!)  If you can detect from Deputy Narc's name, these dogs are drug sniffers.  They're both pretty good at the jobs they do too, as are their handlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how playful and friendly these two canine officers were!  Missy, the lab, was super hyper and Deputy Joye told me about how the dogs are really playing games in their own minds.  Said even the police dogs that you see attacking perps are just playing tug o' war!  I learned a lot today about them when they came to the facility that I work at and trained.  It was totally cool, and I can't wait to watch them the next time they come!   I was welcomed to take photos, talk, throw things at or for the dogs...so they could train them to keep working thru the distractions.  Amazing!  I really appreciate the job these deputies do.  I don't have much use for druggies...they're leaches on society.  I'm all for doing what can be done to help them clean up, and I'm all for doing what can be done to stop them from selling and using drugs in our communities!  I happily told the deputies that they are welcome on our property at any time, day or night to train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a few more photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqKo000UeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a-ovmye2juo/s1600-h/100_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqKo000UeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a-ovmye2juo/s320/100_2098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033487967519527394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqLGU00UfI/AAAAAAAAADE/0MSLYavqMKs/s1600-h/100_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqLGU00UfI/AAAAAAAAADE/0MSLYavqMKs/s320/100_2093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033488474325668338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn Narc!  Find it Buddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqLdU00UgI/AAAAAAAAADM/imOkPemOerc/s1600-h/100_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqLdU00UgI/AAAAAAAAADM/imOkPemOerc/s320/100_2101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033488869462659586" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff, sniff,*  This was taken just before he found the dope.  GOOD DOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dogs, very nice handlers.  Our facility was a training haven for them, and I'm sure they'll be back soon!   I hope so!  I need MORE pictures! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2369475864954903557?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2369475864954903557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2369475864954903557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2369475864954903557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2369475864954903557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-way-cool.html' title='Just way cool...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdqIPk00UdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SGTt3zDYPl4/s72-c/100_2100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-694983245257270585</id><published>2007-02-13T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ALL her fault!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdHthE00UcI/AAAAAAAAACo/6n_y3erI0-o/s1600-h/MARYANN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdHthE00UcI/AAAAAAAAACo/6n_y3erI0-o/s320/MARYANN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031063411236295106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all her fault, this obsession of mine with genealogy!  This is Mary Ann Aitken MacKenzie.  My great great grandmother.  My mother's father's father's mother.  My sister scanned some old photos that my mother had, this one was among them.  See the "beauty spot" near her mouth?  It's natural.  I have it too.  While I don't look exactly like her, I do have a lot of her features, and I'm guessing that from the twinkle that you can detect in her eyes, we probably would have shared a sense of humor as well! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...it's her fault.  My genealogy addiction.  When I got this photo, I wanted to scrap it.  Knew nothing about her except for her name and who she was within my family tree.  So I went to my old standby, Google, and I typed in her name.  I found a website that listed her, along with other family members back to the WAYYYYYYbacks!  Goodness!  A goldmine of information!  I then wondered how much information I could find by typing in other family names.  I went to www.familysearch.org.  I went to Rootsweb and Ancestry.com   I went to Genealogy.com.  I was all over the web, and finding more information than I could shake a stick at.  I even found a famous ghost in my family tree! :D  (Can't wait to meet her....someday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become a mission.  I *need* to find out more information.  It's not enough to know that I had relatives that were some of the first "whites" in San Diego, California.  It's not enough to know that I had two uncles that fell at the Battle of Shiloh in 1862.  It's not enough to know that William's 5th great grandfather fought with the Swamp Fox during the Revolutionary War, or that his father supplied the Fox's troops with food and horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....MUST...know....MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-694983245257270585?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/694983245257270585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=694983245257270585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/694983245257270585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/694983245257270585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-all-her-fault.html' title='It&apos;s ALL her fault!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdHthE00UcI/AAAAAAAAACo/6n_y3erI0-o/s72-c/MARYANN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-2147921492462546852</id><published>2007-02-12T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:00.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...here it is...</title><content type='html'>I promised photos of my little scrap space, so here they are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, while it may not seem like a lot, it's mine, and I'm happy with it! ;)  There's still some work to be done on it, but it's at least somewhat presentable, which may not be the case after I've actually scrapped something! ~grin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooking is so important to me.  Something I never thought I'd say six years ago, but as I become more and more involved in genealogy, the more I realize the importance of it.  Maybe not to the world  in general, or even to ALL of my family, but someone, someday is going to treasure the work I've done, whether it's work that can be considered stellar or not.  I know this, because history repeats itself, and I'm fasinated with the scrapbooks of my ancestors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabinet that you see in these photos is one that William found for me at a used office furniture store.  It was dirty, dusty, and had some kind of adhesive residue on the top of it.  A little elbow grease and orange oil furniture wax did wonders for it's looks!  It didn't have shelves with it, so William arranged for the store to give him some extra doors that they had and he cut and fit shelves for me.  I love it!   My little desk?  A Walmart cheapie, of course.  It's going to work for me tho, at least until I can get something better.  I love my corkboard with the Prima flowers around it.  Super simple, and maybe not the most artistic thing in the world, but I still like it.  They're bright, happy little flowers, and it amuses me to look up and see them.  And finally!  I draped my ribbons over a dowel hung with cup hooks.  I can see what I have and not have to dig thru a drawer for them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCS_k00UYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3VNvHpyHqE/s1600-h/100_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCS_k00UYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3VNvHpyHqE/s320/100_2078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030682404687466882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTAE00UZI/AAAAAAAAACA/-d6DzflkgBs/s1600-h/100_2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTAE00UZI/AAAAAAAAACA/-d6DzflkgBs/s320/100_2079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030682413277401490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTAk00UaI/AAAAAAAAACI/QBcoB9f2UiI/s1600-h/100_2080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTAk00UaI/AAAAAAAAACI/QBcoB9f2UiI/s320/100_2080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030682421867336098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTA000UbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QLV4fAJhzS4/s1600-h/100_2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCTA000UbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QLV4fAJhzS4/s320/100_2081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030682426162303410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-2147921492462546852?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2147921492462546852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=2147921492462546852' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2147921492462546852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/2147921492462546852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/wellhere-it-is.html' title='Well...here it is...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RdCS_k00UYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j3VNvHpyHqE/s72-c/100_2078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1437113580804754883</id><published>2007-02-10T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T07:33:18.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily Tomlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith Ann'/><title type='text'>Edith Ann....nuff said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocBO0fr1Ui4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocBO0fr1Ui4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Edith Ann...Lily Tomlin's character of the 70's....such a HOOT!! :)  When chatting with my friend Julie tonight, somehow Edith Ann popped into the conversation.   I couldn't resist going and finding this clip!  Not her funniest, but still pretty darned good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1437113580804754883?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1437113580804754883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1437113580804754883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1437113580804754883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1437113580804754883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/edith-annnuff.html' title='Edith Ann....nuff said!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5777291302808477269</id><published>2007-02-01T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:44:39.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much fun is this?</title><content type='html'>Jozzie challenged me to post this,  she got the idea from Nancy.  Isn't it fun?  Go find out what your birthday means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: November 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Donald Trump! You've got a head for business and money.&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it rich some day, even if you haven't figured out how yet.&lt;br /&gt;A supreme individualist, you shouldn't get stuck in a corporate job.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your undying determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Dollar sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/7574125795004379974-5777291302808477269?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5777291302808477269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5777291302808477269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5777291302808477269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5777291302808477269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-much-fun-is-this.html' title='How much fun is this?'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-6568116708601442172</id><published>2007-01-31T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:01.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more pics of the PGR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3Ev4h7xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8yW-pO9FQv8/s1600-h/100_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026359213834759954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3Ev4h7xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8yW-pO9FQv8/s320/100_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The PGR riding into Redmond....these bikers are so impressive to me!  Each and everyone of them has a heart of gold and is truly heartbroken at the loss of each solider.  I encourage you to visit their website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3FP4h7yI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZDe8O25Lm40/s1600-h/100_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026359222424694562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3FP4h7yI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZDe8O25Lm40/s320/100_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3FP4h7zI/AAAAAAAAABM/8ZwRZAu9Hmg/s1600-h/100_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026359222424694578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3FP4h7zI/AAAAAAAAABM/8ZwRZAu9Hmg/s320/100_1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3Fv4h70I/AAAAAAAAABU/rXdNsBUBRgI/s1600-h/100_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026359231014629186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3Fv4h70I/AAAAAAAAABU/rXdNsBUBRgI/s320/100_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Memorial Hummer that a woman in Portland had painted in her son's memory, and the images on the rear panel are of him and the others that died with him.  These were taken at the funeral of Private Thomas Tucker of Madras, OR , one of the two soliders that were captured and tortured in Iraq.   More than a thousand people showed up for that funeral, and bikers came from all over the country to ride in his honor guard.  They came past where I live, at least 300 bikes....I could hear them coming for several minutes before I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3GP4h71I/AAAAAAAAABc/aordAU6ZaDM/s1600-h/100_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026359239604563794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3GP4h71I/AAAAAAAAABc/aordAU6ZaDM/s320/100_1448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you'd like to know more about the PGR, go to &lt;a href="http://www.patriotguard.org"&gt;www.patriotguard.org&lt;/a&gt; They're an awesome organization!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-6568116708601442172?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6568116708601442172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=6568116708601442172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6568116708601442172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/6568116708601442172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-more-pics-of-pgr.html' title='Just more pics of the PGR'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcE3Ev4h7xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8yW-pO9FQv8/s72-c/100_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-435462040660363353</id><published>2007-01-31T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:02.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this in my email this morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcDdZP4h7wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LL214fmipic/s1600-h/100_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026260609975578370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcDdZP4h7wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LL214fmipic/s320/100_1746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcDbt_4h7vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Qk1A-F28NNc/s1600-h/100_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026258767434608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcDbt_4h7vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Qk1A-F28NNc/s320/100_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard of the PGR? (Patriot Guard Riders) This group of motorcycle loving Veterans and Patriots are all about honoring our military and Veterans. They're totally awesome. Remember that whacked out Baptist church from Kansas that was protesting at the funerals of our soliders killed in Iraq and Afghanistan? Saying that these soliders died because of America's tolerant attitude towards gays? (~grumble~ IDIOTS!!) Anyway...one of the things these bikers do is to attend the funerals of our soliders, show respect by lining up and saluting the funeral procession, and they also stand as a barrier between the whacko people protesting and the family and other mourners so that the family is not hurt by their nasty remarks and accusations! I LOVE THE PGR, and will post more photos today of a couple of the funerals that they attended here in Central Oregon. In the meantime, this is what I got in my email this morning...I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Ted L. CrandallLCDR, CHC, U.S. Navy26th Marine Expeditionary Unit&lt;br /&gt;Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for? "Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another. They are sheep. I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep."Then there are the wolves, and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial."Then there are sheepdogs, and we are the sheepdogs. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf." If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, you are sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, you are a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, and walk out unscathed."Let me expand on this excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in foreign lands holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog trade in his fangs, spray-paint himself white, and go, "Baa."Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones. Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.The sheep’s only response to the wolf is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when the wolf comes.If you are sheep dog and you step outside unprepared to face the wolf, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are a warrior and are not prepared for the day evil comes, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself... "Baa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-435462040660363353?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/435462040660363353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=435462040660363353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/435462040660363353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/435462040660363353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-this-in-my-email-this-morning.html' title='I got this in my email this morning...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RcDdZP4h7wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LL214fmipic/s72-c/100_1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1792313946513173712</id><published>2007-01-25T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:02:19.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work...</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday,  but to me, it's Monday.  I come back to the office every week to a list of problems that it seems no one else can solve.  Some of them, I don't WANT others to try to solve, it's just easier if I do it myself.  Some of them, it's just not that tough and I shake my head and roll my eyes as I read the notes about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good couple of days off tho.  William and I went out to Izzie's for dinner last night.  Nice, brand new place here.  Food was yummy, and we played the machines (slots) there for a bit after we ate.  Didn't win, but oh well...next time maybe! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to see the movie, "A Night at the Museum".  Frankly, while it was a good movie, I was a bit disappointed!  I guess I expected more from the special effects.  I got amused by them correcting Stiller on the pronunciation of "Sacajawea".  They kept telling him to pronounce it as "Sac-ah-ja-wee-ah".  When I lived in Montana, near the place where Sacajawea was born, I learned, from an Indian lady,  that the correct way to pronounce her name was "Sa-cah-ja-way-ah. With the accent on the "cah".  So everytime I heard them correcting Stiller in the movie last night, I wanted to tell them what I had learned when I lived close to her people! ~laffin~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do that?  Do you see errors in movies or TV programs and think "That's wrong!"?  I find myself doing it a lot...especially with medical shows!   I was an EMT for 14 years, and I see medical shows that demonstrate emergency techs at work, and I cringe to think of what the poor patient would go through if it were real!  And for the reality shows that show the techs working on packaging a patient for transport?  OH MY!  There's been more than one time that I wanted to get in touch with the patient and let them know they have grounds for a lawsuit!  It's scary, to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound superior,  I certainly don't FEEL superior!  And I'm more than certain that I make mistakes that make others cringe!   I guess that it's all part of what makes this world go `round,  do ya think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1792313946513173712?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1792313946513173712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1792313946513173712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1792313946513173712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1792313946513173712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-1405878512290729455</id><published>2007-01-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:05:30.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday again...</title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING WORLD!!  &lt;---- cuz Deborrah told me to say that! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-1405878512290729455?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1405878512290729455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=1405878512290729455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1405878512290729455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/1405878512290729455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-sunday-again.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday again...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5567095102009348446</id><published>2007-01-14T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:42:35.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Coming Down...</title><content type='html'>Sheese...what an airhead I am!  I thought I posted this on Sunday, instead I saved it as a draft! ~insert eyeroll here~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday, I'm at work, and I'm NOT happy about it! It's so slow that I'm bored silly! I could be home doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; other stuff...like scrapping! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki called me yesterday. Ray was supposed to be home from Iraq for 2 weeks of R&amp;amp;R, but I guess it's not going to happen. Now the dates are sometime in June or July. ~sigh~ They really NEED this time together....and the boys need to see their daddy! Scott gets so upset when he wants to talk to his dad and can't. That poor little boy just sobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having so much fun on Scrap That Moment! Talk about a *NEAT* bunch of ladies to chat with! If you haven't been there yet, GO! You'll love it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really not much going on here...have a bit of a cold...that kind of sucks. I do tho, still have a WONDERFUL husband that takes such good care of me! I don't always show just how much I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; appreciate him, but he's my whole world, and I love him with all of my heart! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5567095102009348446?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5567095102009348446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5567095102009348446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5567095102009348446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5567095102009348446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-morning-coming-down.html' title='Sunday Morning Coming Down...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-8281485890869318164</id><published>2007-01-08T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:07:02.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!  It's FRIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RaM4P15MwgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gwF5DPIP-0k/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017916254637048322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RaM4P15MwgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gwF5DPIP-0k/s320/005_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...so really, it's Monday...but it's MY Friday, and I couldn't be happier! I'll still have to wander back and forth to the office as usual, and work part of a day tomorrow to balance 8 checkbooks, but hey...I don't have to deal with customers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting....had one old man come in and throw a hissy fit because there was an error in his bill.  Told me that he had been planning on putting some important papers in his storage unit, but couldn't because now he couldn't trust us.   I guess I should have sucked up a bit, because the error WAS on the part of my day-off replacement, but I just couldn't!   I looked him in the eye and told him that I was happy for him in his perfection, and proud as I could be of him that he'd never made a mistake of any kind, and then asked if he'd notified the Catholic Church so that he could apply for sainthood....&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that he left my office a bit more pissy than when he came in!  (But his bill was fixed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of scrapping that I want to get done in these two days off....dunno if it's going to happen tho!  Maybe, if I'm a good girl, William will go grocery shopping by himself and take care of my laundry too! :D  (About all I do around the house is MY laundry, I mop the floors cuz he hates it, and I help him shop and put it away.)  We do have to go out to dinner on Weds, have been invited to Bernie and Lynne's for tri-tips.....I can live with that, and I really enjoy both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my friends, I'm going to print out a photo or two and see what I can come up with for some of the challenges at STM!   I'm having so much fun NOT being a DTM...and yet I still kind of miss it!  What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-8281485890869318164?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8281485890869318164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=8281485890869318164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8281485890869318164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/8281485890869318164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/woohoo-its-friday.html' title='WOOHOO!  It&apos;s FRIDAY!!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/RaM4P15MwgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gwF5DPIP-0k/s72-c/005_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-537360309713756837</id><published>2007-01-07T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:31:02.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hangout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.scrapthatmoment.com"&gt;http://www.scrapthatmoment.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!  What a wonderfully friendly place to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried that when Abby told us at the Scrapbook Jungle to either pay $1000 to own the Jungle or she'd shut it down that I was going to be wandering the Net looking for a new home for the rest of my NetDays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day,  Abby did just that, she shut down the Jungle.   Just a note on the front page,  "Thanks for the Memories, Abby".   That hurt.  A lot.  For a lot of reasons that I won't bother to go into because at this point it's simply pointless.  What's done is done.  Can't be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Becky told me about Scrap That Moment.  It's a lovely website for scrapbookers that incorporates a store, gallery, and best of all, message boards!  The ladies there welcomed me with open arms.   A foray into the gallery revealed inspiration of untold magnitudes!   I have had more fun being "just a member" than I think I ever did as a design team member!  I have smiled, laughed, and even cried a bit since I've been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Lynette, the owner of STM, and her design team will be traveling to CHA, to promote the ScrappyChick magazine!  I'm telling you, this site is going places, and will be THE place to hang out!   I may not have come in quite at "ground floor" level, but I'm sure glad I'm already here, before it explodes into something of 2Peas size!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-537360309713756837?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/537360309713756837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=537360309713756837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/537360309713756837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/537360309713756837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-hangout.html' title='My New Hangout!'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574125795004379974.post-5642589405649238690</id><published>2007-01-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:28:24.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another new blog...</title><content type='html'>Well Gang, this is yet another new blog. I keep forgetting how to get into the old ones, a sign of age perhaps? Oh well, maybe I can keep up with this one enough that I can remember how to get into it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should introduce myself to those of you that don't know me?  Hi there! I'm Charlee.  I'm a wife, a mother, a grandmother.  I'm a scrapbooker. I'm a genealogist/family historian.  I love to do needlework.  I love spending time with my husband of 7 and a half years, William.  I support the President of our country, and the War in Iraq. (Don't dis me on that one, I won't change my mind, so it'd be a "no win" for you!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooking would be my favorite hobby.  I love cool pictures.  I love recording memories, in the hopes that my children will keep them safe and pass them down through the generations until sometime in the future, someone will open the books and say, "Oh look!  G-g-g-g grandma liked this or that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genealogy is a close second.  I simply love it.  I love to learn the names of my ancestors and if possible, find and scrap their photos and stories.  I don't think that we can know where we're going if we don't know where we've been...and these people were who I am!  Everything about me is a part of one of them.  Most of what I think relates in some form or another to those who have gone before me.  I consider it to be important stuff, and besides, it's like playing a game or putting together a puzzle!  Highly entertaining, if you have a small degree of patience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love to gamble?  Don't know why, I get HIGHLY upset when I lose, but there's just something that's so entertaining about those stupid penny slot machines (Vegas will never consider ME to be a high roller, cuz I think you gotta have money to gamble with for that!)...and not just when they're paying out!  I think it's that I like the challenge of picking the right machine, and then I like the challenge of making the right choices in bonus rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to me than you'll find in this one post.  Hopefully, you'll come back and learn more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574125795004379974-5642589405649238690?l=charleeturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5642589405649238690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574125795004379974&amp;postID=5642589405649238690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5642589405649238690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574125795004379974/posts/default/5642589405649238690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charleeturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-new-blog.html' title='Another new blog...'/><author><name>Charlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299573580456761329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkjoxyEcvw/S6QbQ6qlNoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQELTwLYtm8/S220/Charlee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
