<?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-34886417</id><updated>2011-08-16T22:13:24.358-05:00</updated><category term='This'/><title type='text'>Pegs AZ Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>633</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-9215210178723347024</id><published>2010-01-25T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:02:51.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' It Up</title><content type='html'>I just checked with my husband and found out that my brother in law is coming over tomorrow to hang &lt;a href="http://www.standsandmounts.com/"&gt;plasma mounts&lt;/a&gt; so we can finally get our beautiful TV up on the wall.  Doesn't that seem so silly to be excited about.  But I'm a person who doesn't like clutter and anything on top of something else is clutter.  Even if it's a cool TV on top of a chest of drawers!  Starting tomorrow, I won't have to dust around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-9215210178723347024?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9215210178723347024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9215210178723347024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/hangin-it-up.html' title='Hangin&apos; It Up'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8827293200467355101</id><published>2010-01-25T00:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:00:48.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Plasma</title><content type='html'>When we bought our house last October, it came with all of the furnishings.  The one thing it didn't have taht I wanted, was a plasma HDTV.  So for Christmas, my sweet husband surprised me with a &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/specialty_store_9/samsung/65863.html"&gt;Samsung HDTV&lt;/a&gt; and it is beautiful!  It's been sitting up on our dresser waiting to be mounted to the wall--and I just sit and stare at it.  I think it's the coolest looking thing ever.  And the picture is even more amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8827293200467355101?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8827293200467355101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8827293200467355101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-new-plasma.html' title='Our New Plasma'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-1589195568371663005</id><published>2010-01-25T00:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:58:37.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Birds</title><content type='html'>I'm looking into all sorts of crusades these days.  Some of them I believe in wholeheartedly, and others I find complete folly.  Then there are some that even though I may not understand, sound like someone is taking care of something they love.  &lt;a href="http://www.allbusiness.com/environment-natural-resources/ecology-environmental/13402002-1.html"&gt;richard willich&lt;/a&gt; is currently working to create a type of bird sanctuary in Florida, and if it makes him happy---I hope he finds everything he needs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-1589195568371663005?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1589195568371663005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1589195568371663005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-birds.html' title='For The Birds'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7243935213861878199</id><published>2010-01-25T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:55:27.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Raw</title><content type='html'>I have been trying so hard to live a Vegan lifestyle.  Not so much because I believe in the Vegan cause, but because I'm allergic to just about everything else in the food world.  Aside from being great &lt;a href="http://www.besthghreleasers.com/"&gt;hgh releasers&lt;/a&gt; a raw food diet can add a ton of enzymes to your digestive system to actually help your body use the nutrients more efficiently.  I'm a little nervous about eating the non-pasteurized milk and eggs--but if it helps keep me healthy--I'm all for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7243935213861878199?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7243935213861878199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7243935213861878199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-raw.html' title='Going Raw'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5163741202674945660</id><published>2010-01-25T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:52:54.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>We have family members on the move again.  Our son has been doing a &lt;a href="http://www.FinancialJobBank.com/jobsearch/"&gt;finance job search&lt;/a&gt; and has found something that might just take his family to Memphis, Tennessee.  They've been living in Seattle, so this will be a nice (inexpensive) move for them.  It's not much closer to us as far as visiting goes.  But money wise, I don't think they could make a better move right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5163741202674945660?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5163741202674945660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5163741202674945660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving_25.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2819617362327751631</id><published>2010-01-25T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:50:46.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jack</title><content type='html'>I was online reading a &lt;a href="http://www.procerinreviews.org/"&gt;procerin reviews&lt;/a&gt; and I found it so odd.  We have a grandson with the same problem, but haven't been able to find anything at all to help him.  Luckily he is a boy, and his thinning hair can be camouflaged by a short hair cut or a ball cap. His older sisters would have a much harder time with this.  I hope eventually his hair will thicken up and he will feel good about his looks, he's such a sweet heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2819617362327751631?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2819617362327751631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2819617362327751631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-jack.html' title='Little Jack'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6478264750836225645</id><published>2010-01-25T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:46:25.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Gym</title><content type='html'>I was going to have lunch with my girlfriends this Wednesday, but have to call them tomorrow to cancel--or to move it back an hour or two.  Our &lt;a href="http://www.globalfitness.com/"&gt;fitness equipment&lt;/a&gt; equipment is finally being delivered and I need to be home to get it in just the right spots.   All of it is way too heavy for us to move, so it has to be done right the first time--and I can't leave that up to my husband.  We are both pretty trim people, but it will be nice to strengthen and tone at home instead of at the club house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6478264750836225645?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6478264750836225645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6478264750836225645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-gym.html' title='Home Gym'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6879084128884279601</id><published>2010-01-25T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:43:58.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For A Discount</title><content type='html'>I normally leave the &lt;a href="http://www.2insure4less.com/"&gt;auto insurance quotes&lt;/a&gt; to my husband, but I'm thinking that this time I'm actually going to sit down and shop around for the best rate.  We've been with the same company for years.  We've never had a ticket or an accident and we've never made a claim on anything.  Yet for nearly 7 years we've paid the same rates.  I think we've proven the fact that we are good drivers and deserve a discount.  So unless they offer me one tomorrow when I call...they will be losing my business to someone who will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6879084128884279601?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6879084128884279601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6879084128884279601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-for-discount.html' title='Looking For A Discount'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2117688982738511025</id><published>2010-01-25T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:41:33.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>My daughter in law has just started taking &lt;a href="http://prenatalvitamins.net/"&gt;prenatal vitamins&lt;/a&gt; again.  I'm always amazed when girls start taking these.  Their hair grows out thick and beautiful and their fingernails come in long and strong.  I don't remember this happening at all when I was on mine.  I remember getting sick to my stomach a lot, but I'm sure that's just me.  But honestly, it's just cool to watch all of the changes that take place while waiting for that first baby.  I hope all goes well, and I can't wait to meet this new little family member.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2117688982738511025?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2117688982738511025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2117688982738511025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4892530685843346554</id><published>2010-01-25T00:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:38:26.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Work</title><content type='html'>My niece has been searching for a job for the past few months.  I was helping her one afternoon put together the online application and I have to tell you, they have a blank for everything!  Do you know how to use a computer?  A copy machine? A &lt;a href="http://www.posmicro.com/honeywell-barcode-scanner.htm"&gt;Honeywell Barcode Scanner&lt;/a&gt;?  Ok, maybe not all that, but seriously--they want know every single skill you have and how many years you've used it.  Glad I'm too old for this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4892530685843346554?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4892530685843346554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4892530685843346554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-work.html' title='Finding Work'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2039855965625046542</id><published>2010-01-25T00:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:34:19.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Skin</title><content type='html'>I have suffered with &lt;a href="http://adult-acne.com/"&gt;adult acne&lt;/a&gt; my entire "grown up" life.  You know how when you are young and miserable with it everyone always says that it will go away when you grow up?  Well, how much more growing do I have to do?  I'm sure it has to do with the fact that my hormones are all out of whack, but honestly, there is no need for this poor of skin.  I wash my face, moisturize it, keep it out of the sun, and still...it punishes me!  I absolutely hate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2039855965625046542?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2039855965625046542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2039855965625046542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-skin.html' title='My Skin'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4764057723137208834</id><published>2010-01-25T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:31:58.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>We've moved again!  Did you know that?  If you are catching up with us for the first time in awhile, you may not have known that.  It's crazy, it's our third move in as many years.  It really is the &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosssupplement.org/"&gt;best weight loss product&lt;/a&gt; out there, well, at least for our house.  I've cleaned out and thrown out so much "stuff" that it's a wonder we have anything left.  They say that three good moves are as good as a house on fire when it comes to clutter removal.  I'm happy to say, that's totally true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4764057723137208834?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4764057723137208834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4764057723137208834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-9011874396501226565</id><published>2009-12-28T01:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:01:54.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifting</title><content type='html'>Do you have a neighbor that is close to the family and requires a gift a little bigger than the normal "Neighbor Gift"?  It makes life just a little more stressful!  Should we get him a beer stein?  Some &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/backwoods+cigars"&gt;Backwoods cigars&lt;/a&gt;? We have another friend from our Air Force days that makes homemade Moonshine! Mind you, we've never tasted it---but it smells like fermented apples! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he'll end up with the usual dinner and a movie gift card...but I always try to be just a little more creative than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-9011874396501226565?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9011874396501226565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9011874396501226565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifting.html' title='Gifting'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6896860233214306187</id><published>2009-12-28T01:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:34:18.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Woes</title><content type='html'>Speaking of insurance...I would like to take this opportunity to send my husband a HUGE "I told you so!!!!"  I'm not sure I've gotten it out of my system...but it will have to do!  I just wrote about working on getting an &lt;a href="http://www.insurancequotesus.com/"&gt;insurance quote&lt;/a&gt; and something I didn't want to do--but that the husband wanted to do...has finally come back to bite us in the butt!  Last year, there were several siding and roofing companies coming around giving free quotes on hail damage on our house.  I was opposed to all of it.  Our house was fine!  No one comes over to see it--and unless the roof is caving in on me....I don't need a new one.  But not my husband.  They got him...hook, line, sinker!  Last fall we had all of our siding replaced...and they've never come back to re-hang my shutters!!  But I digress!!! Now hear I am looking into new insurance companies---and low and behold---every quote is at least $50 more per month because of our claim last year.  Now---I couldn't afford the $60 a month it was before...how on earth will we afford the additional $50? But hey...the house looks great...if you ever come over to see it!  Oh, and don't mind the fact that we are the only house in the neighborhood without shutters!!!  grrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6896860233214306187?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6896860233214306187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6896860233214306187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/husband-woes.html' title='Husband Woes'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3550975147575820276</id><published>2009-12-28T01:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:29:23.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Insurance</title><content type='html'>Am I silly to be looking into &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net"&gt;wholesale life insurance&lt;/a&gt;?  Honestly, as long as it gets the job done in the end---should I care how much of a bargain it was to get? I've been up to my ears in insurance paperwork for the past week.  Medicare is pure craziness!!! I've been looking into policies for my husband and I, not millions, we're old!  Just enough to help defray the costs of our final preparations.  How's that for speaking all politically correct! I'm just trying to cut the amount that my children have to pay when I die....there---a little dose of reality for ya...but there it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3550975147575820276?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3550975147575820276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3550975147575820276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-insurance.html' title='Life Insurance'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4922021950834923695</id><published>2009-12-28T01:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:26:13.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift Ideas</title><content type='html'>Oh how I wish we had gotten our kids &lt;a href="http://www.naturalenviro.com/sections.php?section=rainbarrels"&gt;rain barrels&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas!  It has rained NON-STOP for the past week or two for them.  Imagine the water savings that could have taken place, had we only been prepared!  Live and learn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are spending this Christmas apart for the first time ever! It's odd to be celebrating Christmas at the same time--but in different places.  But like I've always said--the holiday will be whatever day we get to spend together, even if it isn't the same day as the calendar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4922021950834923695?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4922021950834923695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4922021950834923695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gift-ideas.html' title='Christmas Gift Ideas'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-388785344041283836</id><published>2009-12-28T01:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:23:21.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Protection</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you live in a really bad place?  I mean, we live in an amazing place.  Our neighborhood is beautiful, and safe and new.  But it feels like someone is always trying to take something that doesn't belong to them! We have two neighbors on either side of us, and both have been victims of identity theft.  How is that?  I mean, we do our best in regards to &lt;a href="http://www.nextadvisor.com/identity_theft_protection_services/index.php"&gt;identity theft protection&lt;/a&gt;.  We shred almost everything that comes to us in the mail, but what if someone took something out of our mail before it reaches our house?  I'm sure there is a lot more that we could do to protect ourselves.  I just hope our kids taking some of the same measures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-388785344041283836?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/388785344041283836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/388785344041283836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/protection.html' title='Protection'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2099918883233710161</id><published>2009-11-29T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:45:26.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Everyone In The Loop</title><content type='html'>We have family spread all over the west!  Some we get to see for the holidays, some will come see us after the holidays.  We are thinking of starting an online newsletter that we can send from family to family to have them update what is new in their life and pass it on to the next sibling.  They will read what the person before them wrote--and add their own family news after the first. It would work it's way around the family with everyone adding what's new.  Then when it gets back to you--you read everyone's update, erase your entry and add what is new in your family--and send it on.  It's not the greatest &lt;a href="http://www.amgalerts.com/"&gt;text alert system&lt;/a&gt;, but it's a fun way to get everyone up to date, and keep them there. I'm excited to get it started come January 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2099918883233710161?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2099918883233710161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2099918883233710161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/keeping-everyone-in-loop.html' title='Keeping Everyone In The Loop'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6924411408717388761</id><published>2009-11-16T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:28:13.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Spa</title><content type='html'>I just saw my sister the other day.  She has turned 50 and she looks better than she did 20 years ago.  I asked her what was new, expecting her to talk about some new &lt;a href="http://www.consumerpricewatch.net/"&gt;diet pills&lt;/a&gt; or health food item, but she just talked about daily skin care and different products she'd been using.  It was amazing.  She has this little spa thing that she keeps in her purse, and does this nightly facial and it keeps her face firm and wrinkle free.  She does have wrinkles, but they are greatly diminished with this little machine.  I may just have to invest in one of these for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6924411408717388761?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6924411408717388761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6924411408717388761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-spa.html' title='Home Spa'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-9151614454694646295</id><published>2009-11-16T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:25:30.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With The Joneses</title><content type='html'>I have a friend on Facebook who keeps asking questions about Disney World.  What are some of the less expensive &lt;a href="http://bookit.com/us/florida/walt-disney-world/"&gt;walt disney world hotels&lt;/a&gt;? How much would you plan to spend on food for a family of 6 for a week at Disney World?  How long does it take from Disney World to the nearest beach?  Yeah, we got it---you are taking your family to Disney World!  It really may simply be the quickest way to get your questions answered by a number of people who may have the experience, but come on...15 questions in a 2 hour period is just showin' off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-9151614454694646295?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9151614454694646295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9151614454694646295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/keeping-up-with-joneses.html' title='Keeping Up With The Joneses'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8295242131647980281</id><published>2009-11-16T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:22:14.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>We are quickly growing out of our need for &lt;a href="http://www.hertzfurniture.com/Preschool-Furniture--38--no.html"&gt;preschool furniture&lt;/a&gt;.  It's kind of sad to see, but it will be nice to send all of it off to good will, or to share with other family members.  It was hard to see the baby furniture go when we moved a couple of years ago.  No more cribs, or baby bath tubs. I do still have a Pack 'n Play, but that will come in handy someday I'm sure.  To see the desks that my little ones were thrilled to play with be out grown, it's sad.  They are all quickly moving into the age where computers and games become their favorites over the dolls and trucks of the past. Where oh where are my babies going???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8295242131647980281?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8295242131647980281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8295242131647980281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3245627457801177093</id><published>2009-11-16T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:19:10.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fun</title><content type='html'>This is the time of year when the &lt;a href="http://www.thepartystartshere.com/christmas-invitations.aspx"&gt;Christmas party invitations&lt;/a&gt; start rolling in.  We usually have invites to several every year, which is nice, but I find we tend to eat a lot at each place we visit---and not all of it is healthy!  I think the first party we have this year is the first week of December.  Nothing like getting a rush on Christmas, eh?  The last one, get this, is January 4th.  That is for work, and since they cater to feeding people during the holidays, they decided to wait until their rush was over, and celebrate then.  That's a full month of holiday celebrations...I'm not sure my waistline will survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3245627457801177093?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3245627457801177093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3245627457801177093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-fun.html' title='Holiday Fun'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4437729796668201097</id><published>2009-11-16T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:16:16.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Is Still An Issue</title><content type='html'>Everyone around me seems to be looking for a good &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosspills.net/"&gt;weight loss supplement&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm actually looking for something to add a little weight.  All of my life, I never thought there was "too skinny", but you know--the older you get--the more you need a little weight.  Especially in your face.  You can start looking skullish--and then the wrinkles can get really emphasized, so yeah, a little weight is good.  I'm not sure my body will accept it, and I really don't need it too badly--but it's worth a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4437729796668201097?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4437729796668201097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4437729796668201097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/weight-is-still-issue.html' title='Weight Is Still An Issue'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6489346281117791854</id><published>2009-11-16T08:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:13:02.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning New Stuff</title><content type='html'>I have been working with a &lt;a href="http://www.growthink.com/businessplan"&gt;business plan consultant&lt;/a&gt;.  Mostly I'm just her personal web master getting her blogs and websites up and designed. But it has been a lot of fun.  She has so many amazing ideas that I can really see why she's successful.  But what she knows and brings to the table makes the people she works with successful too.  I have been drowning in all of the stuff she wants done.  From dynamic widgets in her sidebars (still figuring those out) to the actual design of a website, other than blogs and blogging software, all of this is very new to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6489346281117791854?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6489346281117791854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6489346281117791854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-new-stuff.html' title='Learning New Stuff'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2067452853790613969</id><published>2009-11-16T08:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:09:45.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupon Shopping</title><content type='html'>I have found some online coupon sites that have been so helpful.  Especially with Black Friday sale listings and items like &lt;a href="http://www.discountspies.com/medifast-coupon-code/"&gt;Medifast coupons&lt;/a&gt;.  You can find coupons for any store you can imagine-and this holiday season you will be amazed at what you can save on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny you grow up having everyone buy you presents.  Then you get married and it's just the two of you and your parents that you purchase for.  Then you add kids in and then slowly their spouses and maybe you get to drop the parents off of the list (sniff) and then you start adding grand kids.  By the time your my age---you have to save up all year just to pay for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2067452853790613969?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2067452853790613969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2067452853790613969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/coupon-shopping.html' title='Coupon Shopping'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7739783379712837548</id><published>2009-11-02T02:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:14:44.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Country</title><content type='html'>I have been planning to fly back east to meet a friend of mine for the weekend.  She normally works in Washington DC, but has these odd little &lt;a href="http://www.phillyjobs.com"&gt;philadelphia jobs&lt;/a&gt; every couple of months.  I thought it would be really fun to be able to see all of the amazing historical sites around Washington DC with her--but then to also enjoy a weekend soaking up the history and culture of Philadelphia.  Plus, the Eagles have LONG been my favorite football team, and I'm thinking we could catch a game while I'm in town---you know, catch a little team spirit--or at least a sweatshirt from the home of the Eagles.  I do want to wait until the craziness of the World Series is over---just to avoid any "scene" that can come with either winning---or losing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7739783379712837548?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7739783379712837548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7739783379712837548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/eagle-country.html' title='Eagle Country'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7565393117137772553</id><published>2009-10-04T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:17:17.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Do you have a technologically minded husband?  I mean, for the most part, it's awesome.  But there are times, like when I'm in a hurry, that it really can start to get on my nerves.  We were shopping the other day--something I usually enjoy and usually take my time doing.  I enjoy the process that is shopping.  But last week we were late.  And on this particular shopping trip---nothing was going right.  The woman at the customer service counter couldn't get her scanner to work.  And if it did work---it would beep that the coding was wrong.  We tried and tried to get the codes in and finally she starts to enter all of the numbers by hand, then look through her little discount book to subtract the sale percentage from each and every item.  THEN....there's a clearance code that needed to be input as well.  She was frustrated.  I was frustrated and a bit stressed and my husband is chirping on and on about how they should have the new &lt;a href="http://www.posmicro.com/symbol/ls2208.htm"&gt;Symbol LS2208&lt;/a&gt; bar code scanner or this data entry software that would automatically calculate the percentages off---mindless chatter that really meant something---but not at that moment...and not with the sales girl!  I nearly turned and asked him to head up stairs to the executive offices and speak with the GM.  THAT would have gotten him out of my head!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7565393117137772553?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7565393117137772553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7565393117137772553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2625847131001348233</id><published>2009-10-04T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:06:53.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life</title><content type='html'>When we bought our house they were converting it from the model home to a normal "neighborhood" home. Because of this, we have a lot of fun little upgrades that the other neighbors had to pay extra for when they built their homes. We have a pool, beautiful wall and window treatments.  Huge 18 x 18 &lt;a href="http://www.buytile.com/"&gt;tile&lt;/a&gt; that goes throughout the entire "public" areas of the house.  The bathroom fixtures are amazing--and you know what?  I just don't know how we got so lucky!  I LOVE everything about this house---and I didn't have to pay nearly as much for it as everyone else.  Which is really lucky for me---cause we wouldn't have been able to afford a 10th of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2625847131001348233?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2625847131001348233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2625847131001348233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-life.html' title='Loving Life'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8222798813214219322</id><published>2009-10-04T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:03:44.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops</title><content type='html'>I was pulling into the drive way last week, and I clipped the side wall.  It's the outer wall---which in comparison to the one attached to the house--I felt lucky!  There wasn't much damage to the wall---a little stucco falling off and the &lt;a href="http://www.lightingshowplace.com/search/wall-sconces"&gt;sconce&lt;/a&gt; light is now askew.  But the wall definitely fared better than my car.  It totally took my mirror off of the drivers side door---and ya know....I really like to look at that mirror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8222798813214219322?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8222798813214219322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8222798813214219322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/ooops.html' title='Ooops'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-1233591743283472162</id><published>2009-10-04T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:01:20.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double The Bandwidth....It's Good</title><content type='html'>I was looking up what &lt;a href="http://www.memoryamerica.com/"&gt;ddr&lt;/a&gt; memory was--and you know, they say it achieves nearly double the bandwidth of the SDRAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now---doesn't that sound better?  Honestly--I had to look it up in Wikipedia, cause it's one of those things that I leave for my husband.  Usually I leave him a little sticky note saying that we need more memory---and then he does a little research and comes back with three options and the scientific explanation of each one.  As my eyes glaze over and I start to drool---all I can manage is..."Whichever one you think is best, Dear!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cannoli, Batman.....it makes my head hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-1233591743283472162?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1233591743283472162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1233591743283472162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-bandwidthits-good.html' title='Double The Bandwidth....It&apos;s Good'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-1606696522774529378</id><published>2009-10-04T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:55:31.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Ideas</title><content type='html'>Why is it when you ask a man what he wants for his birthday it's either &lt;a href="http://www.carid.com/"&gt;truck accessories&lt;/a&gt; or Harley accessories?  Really--I'm not sure I've ever gotten a different answer from the hundreds of times I've actually asked the question.  In fact, I think from now on---I'll just save the hassle of asking--and just get them a gift card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me---I always have a laundry list of things I'd like.  Mind you, no one ever asks me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-1606696522774529378?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1606696522774529378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1606696522774529378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-ideas.html' title='Birthday Ideas'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3001988862381248858</id><published>2009-10-04T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:53:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homes  Away From Home</title><content type='html'>My sister and her husband have been looking at real estate here in Arizona.  They are true "snowbirds" who come down every winter in their RV and stay for 2 months in Yuma.  They love it but thought that with the real estate market so depressed here--that it might be worth putting the &lt;a href="http://www.rvt.com/rvsforsale.php"&gt;used rv for sale&lt;/a&gt; and actually buying a brick and mortar!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what stopped them???  Scorpions!  The fact that we find them in our house all time was the deal breaker.  So they will just continue to pull their RV home to Yuma every year until they can't pull it anymore---then they'll just park it and leave it---and then drive to it from then on.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3001988862381248858?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3001988862381248858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3001988862381248858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/homes-away-from-home.html' title='Homes  Away From Home'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2572306270893329896</id><published>2009-10-04T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:49:56.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastin' &amp; Prayin'</title><content type='html'>This week is the first week of the month.  Which means I was supposed to spend the day &lt;a href="http://www.planetarynutrition.com/Fastin_Phenylethylamine_Diet_Pill_p/fastin.htm"&gt;Fastin&lt;/a&gt;'!  Not so much fun I have to say.  But you know, if I would just buckle down and do it--I'm sure it would get easier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much today.  We watched Conference--and then a football game.  How is that for Sabbath entertainment?  It wasn't so bad---we did manage to sneak in our leisurely Sunday afternoon naps as well.  What good is a weekend without a nap??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2572306270893329896?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2572306270893329896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2572306270893329896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fastin-prayin.html' title='Fastin&apos; &amp; Prayin&apos;'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8794378798298148036</id><published>2009-10-04T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:47:20.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Are you on Facebook?  I'm LOVING it!  From all of the people I get to catch up with to their &lt;a href="http://www.boldchat.com "&gt;chat software&lt;/a&gt; where I can have immediate contact with others, it's heaven!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a member for nearly 2 years now, and I have to say that it only picked up about a year ago.  Before that I had like 7 friends and they were never on.  Now I have nearly 500 and am finding new ones everyday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun I would have to say, is catching up with family members that I knew growing up but that gone on to get married and have their own families and not really get a chance to keep in touch.  We are all connected now, and it has been amazing to catch glimpses of their everyday lives----really, if you aren't a member.....go sign up right now----it's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8794378798298148036?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8794378798298148036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8794378798298148036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4153333833384652782</id><published>2009-09-20T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:37:18.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs Me A Steamer</title><content type='html'>Have you seen those cute &lt;a href="http://www.vapor-systems.com/products/ladybug-steam-cleaners.html"&gt;Lady Bug steam cleaner&lt;/a&gt;s on TV?  Oh I WANT one!!  Especially for the areas that are hard to get to around the faucets in the sinks in kitchen and bathroom---and ugh, especially around the base and seat of the toilet.  That has got to be the hardest thing to clean EVER!  But with the cool wand like handle---it's steam cleaned in seconds---and it just looks so simple.  We have a vapor floor cleaner in the kitchen--and I would be happy to replace that with this--because it does everything that one does---plus it will clean that nasty toilet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4153333833384652782?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4153333833384652782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4153333833384652782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/needs-me-steamer.html' title='Needs Me A Steamer'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4812237708721333687</id><published>2009-09-20T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:32:31.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Skin</title><content type='html'>Do you remember back in the olden days when they would put a girl on birth control pills for &lt;a href="http://getacnetreatments.com/"&gt;acne treatments&lt;/a&gt;?  Yeah---I was one of those girls!  It's amazing how far we've come in the last 20 years.  There are so many new and amazing products for this problem.  I always had bad skin, and I don't think there has been anything so self esteem shattering as that.  So I'm glad that my kids and grand kids will have an easier time getting through this period in their lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4812237708721333687?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4812237708721333687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4812237708721333687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-skin.html' title='Bad Skin'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3525754202746979720</id><published>2009-09-20T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:29:30.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life</title><content type='html'>We are retired, and I have to say we have enjoyed every facet of retired life!  We've been able to travel and see many parts of the world that I never dreamed I would get a chance to see.  In the coming weeks we will be in Chicago, New York, New Hampshire and South Carolina.  Last year we had the chance to visit Canada, and if I can book us a great rate at one of the &lt;a href="http://bookit.com/mexico/cancun/"&gt;Isla Mujeres hotels&lt;/a&gt; maybe we'll have a chance to hit Mexico this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I always thought that once the "Empty-Nest" stage started there was nothing left.  But truly--Grandparent status is wonderful--and the freedom to roam is un-toppable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3525754202746979720?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3525754202746979720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3525754202746979720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-life.html' title='Living Life'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8738866134346468858</id><published>2009-09-20T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:25:46.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait For Winter</title><content type='html'>When we first moved into this beautiful house, we didn't worry about changing any of the &lt;a href="http://www.filtersfast.com/Air-Filters-Purifiers-cat.asp"&gt;air filters&lt;/a&gt; or swimming pool filters.  No one had lived in it before--it was a model home---how bad could they be?  Well, with the cooler weather coming on here, it was time to tidy up the yard, and get things ready for our fabulous Arizona Winters.  So we changed all of the filters in and out of the house.  And to our amazement...they were FILTHY!  We knew we were late in changing them, but truly thought that with no one around they would be fine.  We never took into account all of the dust from the neighboring subdivisions under construction.  It was shocking to see them in such bad shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8738866134346468858?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8738866134346468858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8738866134346468858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-wait-for-winter.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait For Winter'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7228386277461087698</id><published>2009-09-20T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:22:38.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Few Nerves</title><content type='html'>In our new home we have one of those &lt;a href="http://www.alarmsystemstore.com/Wireless-Alarm-Systems-s/69.htm"&gt;wireless alarms&lt;/a&gt;.  The coolest part is, since we have a pool--it actually talks to us and lets us know when a door opens.  Now this new contraption has been the source of much entertainment---and many heart skippings as well.  You see---our TV is in the front of our family room, the speakers for the doors just outside the door in the hallway-and the voice, is male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night we were watching a murder mystery show full of suspense when all of the sudden--there is a man talking outside of the room.  It startled me immediately--until I realized what it was.  The door was a jar to let in a little of the cool night air.  It did it three or four more times before we had had enough and had gone in and bolt locked the front door.  It was only funny that we love this little alarm/reminder about the doors---until it just starts talking to you in the middle of a murder mystery!!!  Then it's just creepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7228386277461087698?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7228386277461087698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7228386277461087698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-few-nerves.html' title='Just A Few Nerves'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-115946175888077973</id><published>2009-09-15T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:17:38.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of people want our home</title><content type='html'>All the prospective buyers love our home, and many said they would write us a check on the spot if their homes were sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only about two or three that really looked like they might be interested enough to write an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couple came back twice and said they definitely want it. The man is  suffering from three different cancers and is in and out of the hospital often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are too worried too commit to an offer at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect them to make a decision soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-115946175888077973?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/115946175888077973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/115946175888077973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/homage-to-halloween-grayson.html' title='Lots of people want our home'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-115928126495117259</id><published>2009-09-06T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:17:23.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Our Clinton Home</title><content type='html'>We  just signed papers to buy a home in Arizona and unfortunately haven’t sold the home in Clinton, Utah. Got the cart before the horse, as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to sell the home in Utah since August. I sold Real Estate for 15 years and along with selling homes for others I’ve sold several of my own homes. I feel more confident about selling this home myself than any I’ve sold previously since the home and subdivision we live in are very desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel certain that it will sell quickly, that it will bring a good price, and that in fact, it will sell itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’m not being complacent or over-confident since I didn’t put a contingency clause in the contract stating that we need to sell our home in order to have the funds to buy the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This negligence could cause us a lot of trouble in the future. In spite of this neglect we both feel everything will work out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-115928126495117259?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/115928126495117259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/115928126495117259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/summer-vacation-photos.html' title='Selling Our Clinton Home'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5201282748349786122</id><published>2009-08-10T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:24:43.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the commercials on TV for &lt;a href="http://www.mesothelioma-data.com/"&gt;mesothelioma&lt;/a&gt;?  I've seen them, but never really paid much attention to it until last week. The announcer said that if you had a loved one whose life was affected by lung cancer, it could have been caused by this.  It then went on to list all of the different occupations that come in contact with asbestos--and it was amazing how long that list was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law passed away after a struggle with lung cancer.  She'd been a 20 year smoker--so we just assumed that was the cause (and it probably was), but these days--how can you know?  There are so many extenuating circumstances surrounding everything we do--who knows if we turn around in 20 years and Diet Coke causes some other huge illness..........well.....then you'll just have to shoot me--cause I'm NOT giving it up!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5201282748349786122?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5201282748349786122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5201282748349786122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7904146842978503883</id><published>2009-08-10T01:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:21:08.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Coming Home</title><content type='html'>A family that has been really close with our family over the decades just found out that their daughter's family is finally calling the &lt;a href="http://www.moveeast.com/"&gt;moving companies Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt; and coming home!  Of course, home to her is in Utah, and we are all in Arizona--but it seems a lot closer when it comes time to be a part of the grandkid's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of our grandchildren live near us.  But with the cheap airfare between here and there and the relative ease of driving--we get to be there for all of the super important moments in their lives.  Nothing is better than family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7904146842978503883?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7904146842978503883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7904146842978503883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-coming-home.html' title='She&apos;s Coming Home'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2828960936322181662</id><published>2009-08-10T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:18:16.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>I walked into the family room last week only to find my grandson watching the Maury show.  It was about, of course, &lt;a href="http://www.dnacenter.com/"&gt;DNA testing&lt;/a&gt;.  I was just amazed at all of the different things going on on the stage.  From a girl not sure if her husband or his nephew was the father--to a girl that had come back for the 12 time--and still got negative tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the unfortunate opportunity to go through 2 different DNA tests with two of our relatives--neither turned out how we have wanted--and the choices made by the mother's of these children was just astounding.  I'm glad we have the opportunity to have our questions answered--but holy cow---the questions just seem to keep coming and coming.  Even in the best of families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2828960936322181662?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2828960936322181662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2828960936322181662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dna-dont-lie.html' title='DNA Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8197541503278655066</id><published>2009-08-10T01:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:14:52.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing It Up</title><content type='html'>Have you heard all of the radio talk show hosts talking about &lt;a href="http://www.myotherdrive.com/html/backup"&gt;free online storage&lt;/a&gt;?  It's really made me stop and think about looking into it.  We have a ton of stuff on our computer that we don't want to lose.  Pictures and video that would leave me heart broken if it was ever lost or destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost about 16 digital pictures once, and as minor as that is--I stewed over it for 2 weeks.  Even now (several years later) I still feel bad remember back to those pictures.  I have a few burned into my memory--but so many are just gone.  So this week--we will be finding a back up storage site that is perfect for us.  I suggest you do the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8197541503278655066?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8197541503278655066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8197541503278655066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/backing-it-up.html' title='Backing It Up'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2525014498140063293</id><published>2009-08-10T01:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:12:02.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In The Air</title><content type='html'>I have now talked with three different people who are all taking the same &lt;a href="http://weightlosssupplements.net/"&gt;weight losss supplements&lt;/a&gt;.  How coincidental is that?  They seem to be having tremendous success--and really quite quickly.  My sister is one, and she's dropped 11 pounds in a month and has never had so much energy before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been on the "little" side--so I haven't had to worry too much about those kinds of things.  But for so many people out there suffering with weight--I'm hoping they find this.  It may just help them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2525014498140063293?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2525014498140063293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2525014498140063293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-in-air.html' title='It&apos;s In The Air'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7166701619576395496</id><published>2009-08-10T01:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:09:28.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffin Is Queen</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny that in our new house we have three different &lt;a href="http://www.jefferspet.com/ssc/depts.asp?CID=0&amp;BrowseList=4"&gt;pet beds&lt;/a&gt; for the same dog.  I've never had a bed for her before, but this house is so big and we spend so much time in it--that she needs to be able to sit near us at all times.  Her thing---not ours!  So we have a pink bed at the foot of the computer.  A green one in the den.  And the blue one is out next to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is completely welcome to come and snuggle with us on any of our furniture, but she really just wants to be with us--not on us.  I'm setting up a genealogy room down the hall--and I can just see my husband coming home with a red one for that room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7166701619576395496?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7166701619576395496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7166701619576395496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/muffin-is-queen.html' title='Muffin Is Queen'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8818743302329747190</id><published>2009-08-10T01:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:06:31.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Brain</title><content type='html'>Do you ever psych yourself out when you are out late at night?  The other night I was walking into a perfectly well lit grocery store and suddenly in my mind it was stormed by gunman and we would all soon be hostages.  I don't go too far into my little 'twisted' thought--but every time it enters my head (usually when I'm out shopping late at night) I always have to check for the nearest &lt;a href="http://www.exitsignwarehouse.com/"&gt;exit signs&lt;/a&gt;.  Either that or weighing out the possibility of me hiding behind the display of potato chips without being seen or popping all of the bags to give my hiding spot away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly I know--but you can't always stop your head from heading down some paths.  Don't even get me started on psyching myself out while I was babysitting late at night---egads!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8818743302329747190?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8818743302329747190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8818743302329747190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-brain.html' title='Silly Brain'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8762342434571572657</id><published>2009-08-10T00:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:02:42.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Too Hot</title><content type='html'>What is with all of these young starlets and their &lt;a href="http://www.shoe-store.net/c/brands/id/185/-x-/ugg.html"&gt;Ugg shoes&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of the summer.  HELLO???  I live in Arizona, and I realize that not all places on the planet are as hot as the sun---but every time I see them in their shorts and midriff baring t shirts with their feet all bundled up in Uggs, it just makes me hotter!  Honestly, I think my feet sweat every time I see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now---move them all to my native Utah--during the Sundance Film Festival in January--and I'm totally game with their super cute foot wear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8762342434571572657?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8762342434571572657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8762342434571572657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-just-too-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Just Too Hot'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4808996382730466498</id><published>2009-08-06T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:58:02.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rees's Are Coming</title><content type='html'>We got to spend time with some really dear friends this week.  They are newly retired (after years in the &lt;a href="http://www.konverge.com/"&gt;software development&lt;/a&gt; industry) and have come to town looking for homes to buy around here.  I'm so excited.  We've lived by them in 3 of our last 4 homes.  Once they followed us, and twice we've followed them.  So it's their turn to join us, and I couldn't be happier!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken a ton of pictures, and I will get them up as soon as we sit down for longer than 5 minutes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4808996382730466498?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4808996382730466498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4808996382730466498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/reess-are-coming.html' title='The Rees&apos;s Are Coming'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-363433775114262028</id><published>2009-08-04T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:55:19.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Home</title><content type='html'>It's kind of confusing because the front of the home doesn't face the street. It will face the home next to it, when there is a home next to it! We hope that will be soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpF5igQjSCI/AAAAAAAAAro/cUPRGW_ncAE/s1600-h/Jan+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpF5igQjSCI/AAAAAAAAAro/cUPRGW_ncAE/s200/Jan+2007+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084979087959869474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8QmgQjPvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Y1t-J1PNzA0/s1600-h/DSCF0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8QmgQjPvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Y1t-J1PNzA0/s200/DSCF0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084300758005006066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8McAQjPhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pPhq-uXXc_w/s1600-h/DSCF0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8McAQjPhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pPhq-uXXc_w/s200/DSCF0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084296179569868306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the home looks like since we painted it, and after we attached fake windows. Yep, fake windows. See the windows facing the street. There were no windows when we bought the home. And technically, there still aren't any windows there. We just made it look like there are. The reason the windows look dark is because we used dark sunscreens. Every house on the street has dark sunscreens, so it doesn't look strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8OmwQjPoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2H414pA0LMg/s1600-h/DSCF0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8OmwQjPoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2H414pA0LMg/s200/DSCF0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084298563276717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8QSQQjPuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aCbM-OFL1sE/s1600-h/DSCF0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8QSQQjPuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aCbM-OFL1sE/s200/DSCF0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084300410112655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was no landscaping in front except for a very young cactus. Mike and I made the little river, that I would like to bring to life this fall by installing a little fountain that flows in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've planted 2 bougainvillea's, my favorite desert plants. two Gardenia plants, a Pigmy palm tree, and a yellow Lantana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken when the plants were first put in, we are going to Arizona in a week, and will take more pictures to see how different the yard looks. Maureen says the plants have really grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be 110 degrees, so we will shoot pictures fast, and get back inside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-363433775114262028?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/363433775114262028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/363433775114262028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-arizona-home-after-we-put-in-fake.html' title='Arizona Home'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpF5igQjSCI/AAAAAAAAAro/cUPRGW_ncAE/s72-c/Jan+2007+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3053142678857167375</id><published>2009-07-30T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:54:36.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J J's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken at a bowling alley on J J's birthday party December 2005, on JJ's sixth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ball (excuse the pun) bowling! I had fun since I love to bowl. I didn't do well that day, but I had fun, and really had a lot of fun watching the little kids push the ball down the alley. Gwinney was only about two and a half, and she kept running back to get another ball to push it down the alley again. She didn't see why she had to wait any turns. She never threw a fit about it though. She's the one in the purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp-R_60MlmI/AAAAAAAAB4g/AEEC2dicAD8/s1600-h/DSCF0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp-R_60MlmI/AAAAAAAAB4g/AEEC2dicAD8/s400/DSCF0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088946631257921122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp-Rz60MllI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/6LMFleo51hA/s1600-h/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp-Rz60MllI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/6LMFleo51hA/s400/DSCF0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088946425099490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3053142678857167375?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3053142678857167375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3053142678857167375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-js-birthday-party.html' title='J J&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp-R_60MlmI/AAAAAAAAB4g/AEEC2dicAD8/s72-c/DSCF0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7268337647154756885</id><published>2009-07-27T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:23:51.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Plans</title><content type='html'>Our dear friends just left on a late summer/early fall trip.  They got a great deal on one of those &lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com/"&gt;Outer Banks rentals&lt;/a&gt; and I'm so jealous!  They are spending a lot of time there, but then also travelling down to Florida to meet their kids and grand kids at Disney World.  To be honest, I don't know which I'm more jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to Utah later this week for a big family reunion.  I can't wait.  What a great group of people I happen to be related to--and although it isn't North Carolina...it should be a really fun trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7268337647154756885?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7268337647154756885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7268337647154756885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-plans.html' title='Vacation Plans'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3194648217015821644</id><published>2009-07-24T01:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:27:58.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Habits</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my sister the other night and reminicing about past vacations.  She reminded me of the time our other sister, with no &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamvip.com"&gt;motorhome insurance&lt;/a&gt;, took her rv down to southern Utah.  As we were driving home up and down mountain passes, this motorhome seemed to keep up with us just fine.  As we pulled in to a rest stop for a few minutes she had the thought to pop the hood on the thing and see if it needed a bit more water.  Shock of all shocks the engine was glowing a bright RED!  A few minutes later (after a couple of more hills) I'm sure it would have caught fire due to the extreme heat!  Not so funny then...totally hilarious now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3194648217015821644?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3194648217015821644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3194648217015821644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/driving-habits.html' title='Driving Habits'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5910158022763300527</id><published>2009-07-18T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:21:31.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyse's First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Sherri and Steve's youngest child, Elyse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGrHAQjTjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/aFoliGvGXtY/s1600-h/DSCF1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085033591094857266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGrHAQjTjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/aFoliGvGXtY/s320/DSCF1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGkLgQjTbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/TMlGCcqBpt0/s1600-h/DSCF1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085025971822874034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGkLgQjTbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/TMlGCcqBpt0/s400/DSCF1030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 19 grandchildren and Elyse is the second to the youngest. This is her first birthday party. It's amazing that we have pictures of it, because I was in the hospital and missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had absolutely no sleep that night because we were putting things away in our new condo, and he was still awake at 2:30 A.M. when I went into the living room where he was putting the sound system together in the entertainment center, and told him that my heart was racing.&lt;br /&gt;It only took us a few minutes to decide that we needed to get to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It took the doctor and lots of medicine 8 hours to bring my heart rate back to normal. I am wheat intolerant and have blood sugar problems also. I had been eating wrong all week, and earlier that night had a small piece of a homemade cinnamon roll that our new neighbor Pam brought over as a welcoming gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sent my blood sugar up to diabetic numbers, and then dropped to hypoglycemia numbers, and when it fell it took my potassium with it, which in turn made my heart race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike didn't get any sleep while we were in the hospital. In fact, he only had a hard chair to sit in, and couldn't even get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally went home to get a little sleep at 6:00 and had just gotten to sleep when R. C. Willey called and woke him up, to tell him that they were bringing our new kitchen set. He stayed awake waiting for them, and they didn't show up until several hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back to the hospital at 12:00 or so, and got me, and then went out to Sherri's for Elyse's party, which started at 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my husband. He's a trouper. Always taking care of everyone else! I'm glad he took pictures, at least I can feel like I was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark-haired little girl is Sarandon, Heather's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGpCAQjTfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ZIYoWsnU9oM/s1600-h/DSCF1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085031306172255730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGpCAQjTfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ZIYoWsnU9oM/s320/DSCF1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGppQQjTgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lcvvAigz2tQ/s1600-h/DSCF1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085031980482121218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGppQQjTgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lcvvAigz2tQ/s320/DSCF1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGqBQQjThI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Agax6WHUrm0/s1600-h/DSCF1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085032392798981650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGqBQQjThI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Agax6WHUrm0/s320/DSCF1020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGlYAQjTcI/AAAAAAAAA24/zdM361hu_oI/s1600-h/DSCF1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085027286082866626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGlYAQjTcI/AAAAAAAAA24/zdM361hu_oI/s400/DSCF1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5910158022763300527?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5910158022763300527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5910158022763300527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-night-out-sherris-youngest-child.html' title='Elyse&apos;s First Birthday Party'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGrHAQjTjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/aFoliGvGXtY/s72-c/DSCF1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3535383830542643158</id><published>2009-07-12T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:14:10.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Gift</title><content type='html'>Why is it that you have to be old to start checking out &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;life insurance quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;?  Ok, so you don't really have to be, but every commercial on TV gives the price for the average 45 year old man. Or, if you are a non-smoker over the age of 50.  Mind you we fit that age range, but what about my kids.  How much more do they have to pay for life insurance because they aren't even close to 40 yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a really cool moment I saw several years ago.  We were at the high school graduation of our nephew. And his maternal grandpa pulled him aside and gave him his gift.  It turns out the day this boy was born his grandpa took out a policy on him.  He paid the premiums every month of this boys 18 years--and now as a high school graduate, his policy had matured--and this boy actually had an asset in his pocket.  He could use this policy as collateral for a home loan if he wanted--I mean, that is planning ahead!  I look at all of our grandchildren and even though I know nothing like that is possible with ALL of them, how nice it would have been to be able to do something like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3535383830542643158?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3535383830542643158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3535383830542643158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-gift.html' title='What A Gift'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3630889407554167819</id><published>2009-07-06T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:08:51.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Back Yards</title><content type='html'>I was just over at my sisters house and you should see it!  It's a children's MECCA!  There are &lt;a href="http://www.bestpricetoys.com/"&gt;swing sets&lt;/a&gt;, climbing toys, trampolines and an in ground swimming pool.  It's truly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been afraid of trampolines, too many kids being injured on them--but the kids all seem to love it.  There was a funny moment when one of the kids noticed both the trampoline and the swimming pool.  You could just see the gears working inside their head on just how to get the two to work together for maximum fun.  Luckily for us, they are at least 100 feet apart--and I'm thinking none of the kids have the ability to work that one out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3630889407554167819?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3630889407554167819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3630889407554167819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-back-yards.html' title='Fun Back Yards'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4662107778824993094</id><published>2009-06-23T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:05:15.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night Party</title><content type='html'>Jake and Amy were there when we arrived. Amy was helping Lisa prepare hordevours  while Lisa was busy bustling around the kitchen watching over her homemade pots of chili and vegetable beef soup, and she had a dozen other foods she was finishing. One was caramel corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Chris, Dave and Lydia showed up, and not long afterward was Steve and Sherri and their four children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Clint, Zak and Kelsie were expected at 6:30. I knew they wouldn't make it that early. They were at another party at Clint's sister's house, and it's hard to make it to two parties on the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Jake had a second party to go to and left before Kim and Clint got there. We were lucky though that we were able to visit everyone. The only ones missing were Mike and Susan and their children whom we will spend a few days with next week in Idaho, and Kenny who is in Connecticut. I talked to Kenny a long time on the phone and will be talking to him more tomorrow and the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawled into bed tired but happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4662107778824993094?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4662107778824993094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4662107778824993094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-night-party.html' title='Family Night Party'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8887284584338460814</id><published>2009-06-14T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:15:52.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies</title><content type='html'>I have had a bit of a dip in my weight this week.  No, I haven't been using any weight-loss products like &lt;a href="http://nuphedra.com/"&gt;ephedrine&lt;/a&gt;, I've been sick!!!  I know, you are all jealous aren't you!  I even had to put off posting my Hawaii pictures for a bit while my body tried to rid itself of the nasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually sick this time of year, more with allergies--but this year, I have a very odd case of bronchitis. I've had it this late before, but there are all of these storms piling up one right after another--so I think I'm in for it for a while to come.  But I'll be back when my lungs clear up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8887284584338460814?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8887284584338460814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8887284584338460814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/sickies.html' title='Sickies'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5151359897772986744</id><published>2009-06-14T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:10:08.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Medicine</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my grandson got his tonsils out.  It was something to be dreaded when my kids were little, but these days it's an out patient surgery.  He was home watching tv, listening to one of his &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=mp3&amp;pagenum=1&amp;sort=1"&gt;ipods&lt;/a&gt; and playing video games far earlier than I thought he should even be out of surgery.  My the modern advancements in medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember once getting in trouble by a nurse friend of mine.  She was talking about just this topic, sending kids home after surgery to recuperate there.  I thought that was barbaric.  I remember after my husband had knee surgery he elected to go home, and after a miserable night with pain pills that weren't strong enough, we were both wishing he'd stayed in at least the first night in order to get some extra help with the pain.  Apparently not the case with tonsils.  She chewed my head off as to why it should be up to the nurses to babysit, when the parents are fully capable of doing exactly the same thing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I stand corrected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5151359897772986744?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5151359897772986744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5151359897772986744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/modern-medicine.html' title='Modern Medicine'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5031219678164287394</id><published>2009-06-10T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punchbowl Cemetery  - Oahu</title><content type='html'>This is overlooking Oahu from the top of Punchbowl Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Hawaii during May in 1978, and my sister Jeri and I observed the Memorial Day services that were held at Punchbowl. It was very impressive! There were 6 gun-salutes, speeches were given by prominent people, and many traditional ceremonies were performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that every headstone had a flag and a lei on it.This is done each year by the boy scouts. I think it's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQZgQjS1I/AAAAAAAAAyA/bytJGT4s4sk/s1600-h/DSCF1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQZgQjS1I/AAAAAAAAAyA/bytJGT4s4sk/s200/DSCF1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085004222108486482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQNQQjS0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/HZgiH-wMBzI/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQNQQjS0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/HZgiH-wMBzI/s200/DSCF1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085004011655088962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQBAQjSzI/AAAAAAAAAxw/XkJIYPvZaqo/s1600-h/DSCF1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQBAQjSzI/AAAAAAAAAxw/XkJIYPvZaqo/s200/DSCF1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085003801201691442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGP0AQjSyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/P_RI5unyaqM/s1600-h/DSCF1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGP0AQjSyI/AAAAAAAAAxo/P_RI5unyaqM/s200/DSCF1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085003577863392034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchbowl Cemetery - Oahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGPXAQjSxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WJOZdybtc6g/s1600-h/DSCF1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGPXAQjSxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WJOZdybtc6g/s200/DSCF1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085003079647185682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5031219678164287394?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5031219678164287394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5031219678164287394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/punchbowl-cemetery-oahu.html' title='Punchbowl Cemetery  - Oahu'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQZgQjS1I/AAAAAAAAAyA/bytJGT4s4sk/s72-c/DSCF1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5876711374429968805</id><published>2009-06-04T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:07.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day Seven - Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It had been a wonderful week, and we finished it at the north shore. We drove to Turtle Bay Resort which is beautiful. John and Karen used to live there. Wow! How would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, Mike and Susan took Andrew who was a year-and-a-half old to Hawaii, and that's where they stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see any turtles, but the beach is very nice. We waded in the water in our shorts. I should have worn my suit, but didn't. The water was warm and I would have swam if I'd had on a suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Audubon center and walked a very long way. The grounds with the beautiful trees and all the birds is very lovely. We ate lunch there and a beautiful peacock came right up to us and would have eaten out of our hand if we'd fed it. But we didn't. There are signs warning us not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked most of the way to the waterfall, which is quite a long way. It's a nice hike and I could have made it. It's not at all steep. Mike's foot was hurting because one shoe was pinching his foot, and we aborted the mission. I realized that it was good because it would have been easy for me to over-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went over to Sunset Beach. I was wading again and whoops! The wave took me into the water. Sunset Beach is known for it's really high waves, but we weren't in high waves. We could see some white water waves a few hundred yards from us, but even those weren't very high. This picture was taken just before the wave sat me in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FFAQjPII/AAAAAAAAAUY/9PwGjxW45Z0/s1600-h/DSCF1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FFAQjPII/AAAAAAAAAUY/9PwGjxW45Z0/s200/DSCF1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084288087851482242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just as well have swam. I was already wet. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;In 1976 when Ken and I were at Sunset Beach the waves were huge. They say in the winter months the waves can get as high as 25 feet high. We were there in June and I know the waves weren't that high, but they were way over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We body surfed for hours! It was the most fun! I didn't stop until one wave brought me down with my throat hitting the floor. Then I did a somersaults the wrong way. That was it! I was done for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally knocked the wind out of me, and left me with no strength. I sat on the beach and talked to a man who had seen what happened. He told me that one of the military men had just died in about the same place I was, doing exactly the same time that I did. Those waves demand respect. And should be left to the experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Sunset Beach and went over to Waimea Bay. I was anxious to see all the places I had visited the last two times I was there. And this was one of my favorite beaches. We didn't stay here long because by this time I was really tired. It is a long walk on sand to get to the water, which is a lot of work. Mike and I had already had a big day by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the turtles. They say they come onto the beach in the afternoon. Well, it was afternoon, but they were still in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the little town that had the shaved ice. I think it's Wahiawa, but not sure. Mike and I had shaved ice while at Hale Koa, but this was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is famous for the shaved ice. I had the opportunity to compare, and it's true, it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8C6AQjO9I/AAAAAAAAATA/6EykYdgEhrA/s1600-h/DSCF1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8C6AQjO9I/AAAAAAAAATA/6EykYdgEhrA/s200/DSCF1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084285699849665490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a combination of pina' colata, (spelled wrong) and guava. It was very good. We passed on the bakery. I didn't want to get sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to John and Karen's. They had dinner waiting for us. Tenderloin cooked to perfection and vegetables. We worked on genealogy and watched the dancers on TV again. Still routing for Apollo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the airport at 7:30 to fly out at 10:00. We called John from the plane and learned that Apollo had won. His partner (can't remember her name) has connections to Utah. Lived in Springville, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to sleep on the plane but wasn't very successful. We watched &lt;em&gt;"Something's Gotta Give"&lt;/em&gt; I think that's the name of the movie. The new one with Mandy Moore. It was good. I've been wanting to see it. I don't get much out of watching movies on planes though. I'd much rather be in a theater or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw "&lt;em&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;" on the way there. I had been wanting to see that one too.&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier I ate what they gave me on the plane. It's just a lot of junk for anyone. Two Oreo cookies, two cracker with cheese, and raisons which was a good choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for that mistake up until now. And this is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All In all, the trip was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5876711374429968805?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5876711374429968805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5876711374429968805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-day-seven-tuesday.html' title='Hawaii - Day Seven - Tuesday'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FFAQjPII/AAAAAAAAAUY/9PwGjxW45Z0/s72-c/DSCF1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-1169420009618561223</id><published>2009-05-31T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:59:26.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetite Woes</title><content type='html'>I live with so many health problems and allergies it's amazing I'm alive!  If I take one bite of dairy--I'm toast!  The problem is, the foods that I eat happen to be natural &lt;a href="http://www.appetitesuppressants.net/"&gt;appetite suppressant&lt;/a&gt;s, so even when there is something that I'd like to eat, that I can eat--I'm not always able to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was never more frustrating than during the amazing Luau's in Hawaii!  How much food could I have poured onto my plates---limitless!  Except--I just wasn't hungry enough to eat anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-1169420009618561223?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1169420009618561223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1169420009618561223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/appetite-woes.html' title='Appetite Woes'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4027645812480029798</id><published>2009-05-31T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:47:28.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photo's</title><content type='html'>I have been downloading all of the photo's from our Hawaiian vacation while I sit by the pool.  Sadly, I will soon be in need of a bit more &lt;a href="http://www.memorysuppliers.com/laptopmemory.html"&gt;notebook memory&lt;/a&gt;!  How nice technology is, that we can take our work with us where ever we want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like a memory stick--they make it so convenient to keep all of the photos in one spot--and if I label it and keep it somewhere safe--there is no chance they will be accidentally deleted.  I'm really good at that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4027645812480029798?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4027645812480029798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4027645812480029798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-photos.html' title='Vacation Photo&apos;s'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2446152150885916466</id><published>2009-05-31T23:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:45:24.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Thoughts</title><content type='html'>We just moved, so we really aren't in the looking anymore, but Mike and I were talking about his time in the military.  If he were still working at Hill, the time might be coming up for us to look at &lt;a href="http://www.thedeanagency.com/"&gt;Outer Banks homes&lt;/a&gt; rather than cute little retirement homes in Phoenix.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I love the East Coast.  I love moving around, but the Carolinas are just a little too far east for my taste.  And too far from my grandkids to get all the visits that we do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2446152150885916466?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2446152150885916466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2446152150885916466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-thoughts.html' title='Past Thoughts'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3303483438085241706</id><published>2009-05-31T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:40:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Large</title><content type='html'>As all of you know, we recently sold our first home in Arizona and purchased a new one.  We love it!  That is kind of surprising since we had originally planned to downsize and instead purchased a much bigger house than the two of us need.  Sadly we need to price &lt;a href="http://www.proform.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Category2_-1_10351_13402_21663_Y"&gt;treadmills&lt;/a&gt; so that our lone piece of exercise equipment won't look so pitiful in the big room all by itself.  Plus, for an even better workout...we have a pool in the back yard.  Can you imagine?  It hasn't really hit me yet, but we are loving every minute of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3303483438085241706?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3303483438085241706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3303483438085241706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/goin-large.html' title='Goin&apos; Large'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7057977456240104835</id><published>2009-05-31T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:36:25.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonosopy Woes</title><content type='html'>As you can see, we are home!  What a wonderful trip, and I have SEVERAL more posts to add to show the rest of our vacation.  It's taking a while because I'm helping my sweet husband prepare for his colonoscopy tomorrow.  The preparation is definitely the WORST part of the entire procedure.  He's been taking a new product (I should make him get on and write a &lt;a href="http://www.coloncleanser.net/"&gt;colon cleanse review&lt;/a&gt;) and I'm hoping this really helps out with his test results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come from a family riddled with colon cancer.  So much so, that we are all required to have colonoscopy every year.  It's not fun, but with all of our kids and grandkids to stick around for, it's definitely something we'll put up with!  Till then---back to our vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7057977456240104835?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7057977456240104835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7057977456240104835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/colonosopy-woes.html' title='Colonosopy Woes'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5884570898371055918</id><published>2009-05-28T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:50:39.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Bodies</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, as we toured the beaches of Hawaii, I did have a secret desire to find some &lt;a href="http://www.getdietsolutions.com/"&gt;weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt;.  No, I'm not overweight AT ALL!  In fact, a few pounds probably wouldn't hurt.  But when you are surrounded by beautiful women with their bikini bodies, you can't help but think something is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't spend much time at all in bathing suits.  When you're in Hawaii--why on earth would you waste so much time on the beach.  There is so much to do and see!  Now, if I was a local---a retired local---you'd never get me off of the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5884570898371055918?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5884570898371055918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5884570898371055918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/hawaii-bodies.html' title='Hawaii Bodies'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-761482900752160126</id><published>2009-05-26T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:33:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day Four - Saturday</title><content type='html'>I was so sad to leave the Hale Koa Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began the early morning on our lanai of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had birds all over the lanai. They fly there when they see people - hoping to get food. They did too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned Mike that we are not supposed to feed the birds, but he couldn't resist. What does it matter anyway, everyone else is feeding them them. They are going to get people food no matter what. Okay, they won't live as long - but what a life while they're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's breakfast for them was cheese and crackers. Hey, it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few hours out on the beach and in the water again for the last time at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8D0gQjPBI/AAAAAAAAATg/hkfER1f4xYk/s1600-h/DSCF1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8D0gQjPBI/AAAAAAAAATg/hkfER1f4xYk/s200/DSCF1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084286704872012818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8DngQjPAI/AAAAAAAAATY/zYK2idAlPt0/s1600-h/DSCF1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8DngQjPAI/AAAAAAAAATY/zYK2idAlPt0/s200/DSCF1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084286481533713410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8GTwQjPPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oG8HQ6v7g3w/s1600-h/DSCF1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8GTwQjPPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oG8HQ6v7g3w/s200/DSCF1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084289440766180594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a sign at Diamond Head that said, "Don't feed the birds. It's not a good diet for them." I thought to myself, "It's not a good diet for us. We're not feeding them salad you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast out in the beautiful sunshine at the Barefoot Bar that serves food from early in morning until late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the cheapest place to eat at the hotel, and I think the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the other restaurants have open areas to the outside too. This one is totally outside. There are umbrellas of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to lay on the beach for the last time. Mike didn't stay out as long as I did because he still had red spots and was itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike checked out at 12:00 while I went back down to the Barefoot Bar and had a delicious chef salad for lunch. I met him at 12:08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed up to Punchbowl, which is the cemetery were our hero's are buried. It was a solemn experience. I talked about this in my Beautiful Waikiki blog and don't want to be redundant. So I'll just say it was beautiful up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchbowl is at the top of a mountain, which overlooks Honolulu. It's a beautiful site! The bowl is just what is suggests. It looks like a crater of a volcano. I don't know whether it is or not. It's not really a deep crater, just a shallow bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove out to Mililani Town to see John and Karen.  In the picture is John's son Jeremy, his wife Sotia, and their little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGNIAQjStI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0RTPsoXkm0o/s1600-h/DSCF1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGNIAQjStI/AAAAAAAAAxA/0RTPsoXkm0o/s200/DSCF1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085000622925892306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a lovely home in a beautiful city. Their backyard is small, but beautiful. It's a patio surrounded by palm trees, plants, and other trees. Hawaii style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were wonderful hosts. I hope they will come see us in Arizona and Utah so we can extend the same comforts and great food they served us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are planning to retire in 3 1/2 years and move to the Portland, Oregon area. That will be a beautiful place to live also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner at Ruby Tuesday's and John paid. I would have loved to have treated them. But he was fast on the draw with the visa. Next time John, it's our turn to treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed that evening. Watched a little TV. Watched the dancers and picked Apollo, as the winner. We found out several days later that he did win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I did a little genealogy. She and John have been made the family history leaders in their ward. I hope I was a little help for her. There's a lot to learn when you're new at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A few months later Mike and I were sustained in our ward for the same position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-761482900752160126?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/761482900752160126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/761482900752160126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-day-four-saturday.html' title='Hawaii - Day Four - Saturday'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8D0gQjPBI/AAAAAAAAATg/hkfER1f4xYk/s72-c/DSCF1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-988581289006364570</id><published>2009-05-26T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:39:01.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day Three - Friday</title><content type='html'>Day three was on Friday. We ate breakfast on the beach and I mentioned in an earlier blog that we took a long walk to the Royal Hotel, but actually that was today. We did take the same walk yesterday but took even a longer one today. We walked about halfway there the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried about taking such a long walk because this was the day we planned to go to Pearl Harbor, and I knew there was a little walking there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGXxgQjTDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/7TMyc15kAQM/s1600-h/DSCF1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGXxgQjTDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/7TMyc15kAQM/s200/DSCF1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085012331006741554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGW9QQjTCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8SOoVplTV8A/s1600-h/DSCF1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGW9QQjTCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8SOoVplTV8A/s200/DSCF1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085011433358576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGYGQQjTEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/dqddybuQvSU/s1600-h/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGYGQQjTEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/dqddybuQvSU/s200/DSCF1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085012687489027138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did fine. I was too tired by the time we visited the Arizona Memorial to go to the Missouri Memorial. We also hadn't had lunch, so the Missouri got left out. We plan to go there next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to tear up on the freeway miles before we got there. It is such a sad place, yet a place that's wonderful to visit. And, it's sacred! They ask you not to talk while on the Arizona. But, no one has to ask you not to talk. You already know it. You feel it! It is the burying place of about a thousand men, including 24 sets of brothers, and a father and son, all still there defending their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad note: the water is dark around the Arizona. We were told that the dark color is blood. You would think that the water would have changed by now, but because it's a bay the waves just move the same water around. It has been written that the dark color is also oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8ELwQjPDI/AAAAAAAAATw/mUzbsyfYIfA/s1600-h/DSCF1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8ELwQjPDI/AAAAAAAAATw/mUzbsyfYIfA/s200/DSCF1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084287104303971378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EjQQjPFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/x5qZa1zTTj8/s1600-h/DSCF1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EjQQjPFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/x5qZa1zTTj8/s200/DSCF1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084287508030897234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EYQQjPEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_qUAvDFg9vQ/s1600-h/DSCF1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EYQQjPEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_qUAvDFg9vQ/s200/DSCF1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084287319052336194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at home on my computer typing this blog and watching Sean Hannity, Oli North, and Newt Gingrinch who are at the Arizona Memorial right now! I can't believe I missed them by two days! I would have loved to have been there at the same time they were there. Mike reminded me though that the possibility of seeing them was remote. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FNAQjPJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eK9F5lZMkoc/s1600-h/DSCF1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FNAQjPJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eK9F5lZMkoc/s200/DSCF1095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084288225290435730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I couldn't help thinking of Paris Hilton every time I looked at the Hawaiian Hilton. What a sad life to be that wealthy, have that many opportunities, and then mess up your life, the way she has. It's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5:00 when we got back to the hotel. We had dinner at another restaurant in the other tower. Bibas, an Italian restaurant, is open on the grounds. Mike had ribs which was tempting until I tasted his. I had a salad that was great! It was loaded with teryiaki chicken, avocado, crab, and lots of good things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple in the picture were people who sat at our table at the luau at the hotel. We saw them everywhere we went. They watched the fireworks with us on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went to the beach and watched the fireworks that the Hilton puts on every Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The People in the picture at the right are waiting for fireworks to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGS4wQjS8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/3SyAvnnsRvk/s1600-h/DSCF1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGS4wQjS8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/3SyAvnnsRvk/s200/DSCF1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006958002654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGUFwQjS9I/AAAAAAAAAzA/m_gODWkQkmc/s1600-h/DSCF1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGUFwQjS9I/AAAAAAAAAzA/m_gODWkQkmc/s200/DSCF1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085008280852581330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening ended as it began, on the lanai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-988581289006364570?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/988581289006364570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/988581289006364570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-day-three.html' title='Hawaii - Day Three - Friday'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGXxgQjTDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/7TMyc15kAQM/s72-c/DSCF1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5595109444555058197</id><published>2009-05-26T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:37:36.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day Two - Thursday</title><content type='html'>Please excuse the bed-head hairdo. I was so happy to sit out on the beautiful lanai, that I didn't care what I looked like. It was about 6:00 in the morning, and all I wanted to do was sit there and take in the gorgeous view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSswQjS7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/xl69NPqlqEA/s1600-h/DSCF1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSswQjS7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/xl69NPqlqEA/s200/DSCF1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006751844223922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGShAQjS6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/AFgeu4p24B0/s1600-h/DSCF1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGShAQjS6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/AFgeu4p24B0/s200/DSCF1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006549980760994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSUwQjS5I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Wpo_b_yC8a8/s1600-h/DSCF1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSUwQjS5I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Wpo_b_yC8a8/s200/DSCF1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006339527363474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSHwQjS4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/875YqhZK8VE/s1600-h/DSCF1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSHwQjS4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/875YqhZK8VE/s200/DSCF1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006116189064066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGR0QQjS3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cj_Csk3CrCQ/s1600-h/DSCF1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGR0QQjS3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cj_Csk3CrCQ/s200/DSCF1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085005781181614962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale Arizona left a comment on my Hawaii Day One blog. I didn't know a city could leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave Scottsdale a comment: Not far from you in Apache Junction is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it there! I wish I had enough money to live in Scottsdale, it's absolutely beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel well when I'm in Arizona, which is wonderful, since I don't feel well in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two (Thursday) arrived with Mike and I on the lanai watching the sun come up. What a view! We could see the ocean, large ships, sailboats, young men playing some game by the beach, surfers, surfing the waves, and birds, birds, birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds love Hawaii. Well, why not? They live in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast at KoKo Cafe and headed for the beach. Laying out in Hawaii is so easy. If you lay-out other places, trying to get a tan - you watch the clock - waiting for the time to end so you can get out of the sun. Not in Hawaii. You need to watch the time because you don't want to get out of the sun. It's very easy to get burned there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't burn any of the days we were there and we went to at least 5 beaches. But then, I don't burn! I can burn if I'm in the sun a really long time. But mostly, I just turn brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQlAQjS2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/EKefrZJr05w/s1600-h/DSCF1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGQlAQjS2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/EKefrZJr05w/s200/DSCF1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085004419676982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike gets darker than I do, but he burns first. He legs were as white as snow and hadn't seen the sun since he was a kid in shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He layed out twice in Ogden before going to Hawaii, trying and brown up a bit. He really should have layed out everyday for two weeks - just 15 minutes a day. He would have browned up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead he tried to do it in two days at an hour a day and was a little burned before we left. He noticed not long after we were on the beach that he had red spots on his legs. He showed them to me, but I didn't know what they were. Several days later Karen my cousin John's wife said they were hives! Poor guy! He's still itching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laying on the beach we took a stroll along the beach toward Diamond Head. Mike wanted to get a picture of it. We had walked so far already and by the time he suggested we turn around I told him I wanted to walk over to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired it from afar. I wanted to go in it when I was there the first two times, but never had a chance. This time I made it. It is lovely! It has been there since 1927 and was one of the first hotels on Waikiki Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another hotel that was there first, but I can't remember what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about the Royal Hotel is that it has been gobbled up and nearly swallowed by all the huge hotels that have crowded in around it. You literally cannot see it unless you are on the grounds, and then you see all the tall buildings that sit practically right on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the hotel clearly from our hotel room 30 years ago, now you can just barely see the top of the pretty pink structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Hawaiians made a mistake in letting the hotels crowd it the way they have. Too many of us sell our souls for money. And that's what I think happened here. Trump Towers is going in just a block from it right now as we speak. You'd think they couldn't get one more hotel in there. But it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our long walk, we drove to Diamond Head. Mike walked to the top and took pictures. I knew I couldn't walk but stayed in the park there, read all about it, and ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Head got it's name from people who looked down into the crater (it's a volcano) and saw sparkly things they thought were diamonds. They were wrong but the name stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove over to Hanauma Bay which is a gorgeous bay where people snorkel. I wanted to snorkel badly. Snorkeling was my favorite thing to do 30 years ago. It was something I intended to do this time, but we simply didn't have time. We were expected back to the hotel for a luau. I will return! And, I will snorkel again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luau was great! There was pulled-pork from the earth, of course! Mike loves it. I'm not that big a fan. I ate a little of it though. There was teriyaki chicken, and mahimahi. So, plenty of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was raw salmon in chopped tomatoes and cilantro, fried banana. fresh slices of pineapple, another fruit salad with mango, and a fresh cucumber salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was coconut cake, and another coconut dessert. I'm sure that was not the whole menu. Oh, I forgot the poi, which is a good thing to forget. I didn't have to cheat on my diet at all, because everything on the menu was legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGYawQjTFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SdgJsEU53BA/s1600-h/DSCF1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGYawQjTFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SdgJsEU53BA/s200/DSCF1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085013039676345426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZKgQjTGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/09PdKeanMKU/s1600-h/DSCF1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZKgQjTGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/09PdKeanMKU/s200/DSCF1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085013860015098978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZgAQjTHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KavuKDWrmQk/s1600-h/DSCF1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZgAQjTHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KavuKDWrmQk/s200/DSCF1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085014229382286450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZ6gQjTII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZQNCwaLufxA/s1600-h/DSCF1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGZ6gQjTII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZQNCwaLufxA/s200/DSCF1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085014684648819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated earlier that day during lunch at Diamond Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hamburger and ate the bun. Unusual for me, but I did it. I was afraid I had cheated a second time because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate a mango smoothie, that was delicious! I was happy when told that there was no dairy in it. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do something during that hour while Mike walked to the top of Diamond Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGadAQjTKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/TVwYMbBWTts/s1600-h/DSCF1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGadAQjTKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/TVwYMbBWTts/s200/DSCF1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085015277354306722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when he returned from his hike to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EugQjPGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vuGgr-gpRhY/s1600-h/DSCF1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8EugQjPGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vuGgr-gpRhY/s200/DSCF1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084287701304425570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGbBQQjTLI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yyD__1jPNeo/s1600-h/DSCF1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGbBQQjTLI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yyD__1jPNeo/s200/DSCF1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085015900124564658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGbXQQjTMI/AAAAAAAAA04/4Rkk7JPo1yk/s1600-h/DSCF1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGbXQQjTMI/AAAAAAAAA04/4Rkk7JPo1yk/s200/DSCF1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085016278081686722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice program at the luau with dancers from all the islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the MC was a terrific singer. We didn't learn until halfway through the program that he was a singer we knew. I didn't know his name but recognized the song he had made famous. His name is Glenn Medeiros. Do you remember the name? I didn't think so, neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made this song famous when he was just 16 years old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You. &lt;/em&gt;We were really impressed after that. Notice how the song comes right to your mind, when you hear, nothing's gonna change my love for you? You can't help it, You just start singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the program I leaned over and told Mike that I had to run to the bathroom, and that I expected him to stick around and buy a CD. I ran! I knew I had to get there first because there was no waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I caught up to Mike again he told me he couldn't find the CD's. That wasn't going to stop me. I asked everyone who worked there, and finally asked the bartender, who pointed to Glenn who was standing two feet from me. We talked to him and bought our CD. I really like it. It has lots of songs on it I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luau ended late and Mike and I went back to our room, sat on the Lanai for a while. Watched a little TV. And called it a night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5595109444555058197?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5595109444555058197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5595109444555058197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-day-two.html' title='Hawaii - Day Two - Thursday'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGSswQjS7I/AAAAAAAAAyw/xl69NPqlqEA/s72-c/DSCF1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3149823805389467074</id><published>2009-05-25T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:36:55.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day One - Wednesday</title><content type='html'>We just returned home from Hawaii yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to talk about the fun week we had, but was sick again after returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very discouraging. I was sick before we left, felt well the whole week there, and felt like crap after coming home. But, we're just going to talk about the fun first day we had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGU7AQjS_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Hw4wLQtQFOw/s1600-h/DSCF1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGU7AQjS_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Hw4wLQtQFOw/s200/DSCF1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085009195680615410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at 2:30 in the afternoon and spent the first hour and a half getting the rental car, and checking into the beautiful Hale Koa hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't wait to get out to the beach but it took a while since we didn't know our way around the grounds. Which was perfect, because we had a fun time exploring the beautiful grounds surrounding the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8E6AQjPHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bgTKqNQJ3Js/s1600-h/DSCF1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8E6AQjPHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bgTKqNQJ3Js/s200/DSCF1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084287898872921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there in 1976 and 1978 there was only one tower, now there's two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be able to see out our window to the grounds of Fort DeRussy, and see grass, flowers and trees, and you could see the other hotels along Waikiki beach, and even see Diamond Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you just see the other tower. You can't see Diamond Head at all unless you're on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel room was on the other side of the tower where you can see the Hawaiian Hilton. We stayed in the same tower that I have stayed in the other two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hilton is one of the first hotels you see when you come into Waikiki. It's very noticeable because of the beautiful rainbow that goes from the top to the bottom on the ocean side of the hotel, and you see another partial rainbow on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around the grounds enjoying the unusual trees and plants. They are very beautiful, and one of the trees grows so that it makes a little house. The tree grows so it is enclosed at the top, but is open inside. You would be quite protected from the elements except rain would get in of course. The early islanders would have had no problem closing it in to make a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found our way to the water, and enjoyed walking along the beach. We didn't wear our suits that first evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGWVgQjTBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WgFVvjixPK4/s1600-h/DSCF1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGWVgQjTBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WgFVvjixPK4/s200/DSCF1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085010750458776594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we ate dinner at the KoKo restaurant at the hotel. I had siamin noodles that I shouldn't have eaten, since they are made of wheat. But I remembered the noodles were one of my favorite things when I was there before. It's like going to San Francisco, and not having clam chowder and sourdough bread, I can't do that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siamin noodles weren't as good as my memory had them. I did enjoy them, but wouldn't need to have them again if we go again. And, we do plan to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FjAQjPLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ut95NuDCLYA/s1600-h/DSCF1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FjAQjPLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ut95NuDCLYA/s200/DSCF1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084288603247557810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGb3AQjTOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/FYzwyI_k_xg/s1600-h/DSCF1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGb3AQjTOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/FYzwyI_k_xg/s200/DSCF1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085016823542533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FwAQjPMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mW_cVWbigQw/s1600-h/DSCF1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8FwAQjPMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mW_cVWbigQw/s200/DSCF1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084288826585857218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back out to the beach and watched the sun setting, which made the sky pink and gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still not tired even though it was 2:00 in the morning Utah time by the time we went to sleep. I was sure that I would sleep in, but I was wide awake by 5:30 or 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was out sitting on our lanai, and I joined him. What a beautiful site early morning is in Hawaii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3149823805389467074?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3149823805389467074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3149823805389467074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-day-one.html' title='Hawaii - Day One - Wednesday'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpGU7AQjS_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Hw4wLQtQFOw/s72-c/DSCF1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8057113988936876181</id><published>2009-05-17T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:00:30.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hawaii</title><content type='html'>When we were in Hawaii a couple of weeks ago, we happened upon a Luau.  The participants were wonderful people.  They were very friendly and even though we were strangers they invited us over to share their feast with them.  We were on our way out to meet friends, so we really couldn't, but honestly, such friendshipping is so nice to see these days.  This was one of those &lt;a href="http://www.spiritjourneys.com/"&gt;gay vacations&lt;/a&gt;, I guess like Rosie's cruises, and you know, they looked like they were having a ball.  People of all ages, laughing, dancing, eating and just enjoying each others company.  I actually felt bad that we couldn't "Hang Loose" with them for a bit, but we were running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Mike and Lauren just a few blocks away, and we were really late.  But you know, this is Hawaii and time just seems to be forgotten, even by the tourists, so it wasn't too bad at all.  We ended up having a wonderful seafood dinner, and taking a late evening stroll along the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a wonderful evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8057113988936876181?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8057113988936876181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8057113988936876181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-hawaii.html' title='More Hawaii'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8541854126754710112</id><published>2009-05-17T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:54:17.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>We have been stocking up on &lt;a href="http://www.liquidation.com/"&gt;wholesale products&lt;/a&gt; this past week.  Trying to finish furnishing our beautiful new home.  It's so fun to have a landscaped backyard to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be heading back up north in the coming weeks.  There are somethings going on with our family, and it will be really nice to get a chance to see everyone again and re-connect.  It feels like forever since we've been home.  Between all of our vacations the past few months, it seems like we aren't ever home either!  Hopefully that will all slow down in the coming weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8541854126754710112?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8541854126754710112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8541854126754710112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2165545062667883323</id><published>2009-05-15T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:52:04.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwinny's Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HuAQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/r9VEPBUnJ_o/s1600-h/DSCF1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HuAQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/r9VEPBUnJ_o/s200/DSCF1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084290991249374546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HMwQjPSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/n-0joNZEWNc/s1600-h/DSCF1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HMwQjPSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/n-0joNZEWNc/s200/DSCF1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084290420018724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HYAQjPTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fRznHshUjss/s1600-h/DSCF1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HYAQjPTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fRznHshUjss/s200/DSCF1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084290613292252466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party would have been more fun for me if I hadn't been sick, because they were all swimming at the brand new pool at North Davis Junior High School that I attended when I was 12 -14. Except, that when I went there it was old then, and I am now 66, so by the time they tore it down it was 100 years old! The whole school is new and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the family was there, including Heather, Kerry and the girls. Amy didn't go I guess because she just was recently released from the hospital. And Kim and Susan and their families weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwinny had all her little cousins there except for Emily and Ashley who are Amy's and they all had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather didn't have a swimming suit for Sarandon because she thought they had arrived at the end of the party, just in time to open presents and eat cake. Well, there was no holding back Sarandon. Swimming in clothes is no problem. Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Heather that we would see Sarandon get in the pool one inch at a time. It happened pretty much that way. First she got on her belly and swished the water around with her hands. She had a wet tummy of course. Next, was to sit on the side and dangle her feet in the water. I didn't really see when it actually happened but Sarandon got in more than a inch at a time, because she fell in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little kids all had a ball, and Leah cried when it was time to get out. I knew she would! She was having so much fun, and I told Lisa, there is no way she's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom picture is Gwinny and Grandma Peggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwinny, Gwyneth for real, turned 4 years old. Happy Birthday! Gwinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQnqAQjV1I/AAAAAAAABKA/DPbn7zsHsAs/s1600-h/DSCF1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQnqAQjV1I/AAAAAAAABKA/DPbn7zsHsAs/s320/DSCF1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085733481785546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQqRAQjV2I/AAAAAAAABKI/3bXGXNnahmA/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQqRAQjV2I/AAAAAAAABKI/3bXGXNnahmA/s320/DSCF1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736350823700322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQhBAQjVzI/AAAAAAAABJw/mrZ38KSZxq0/s1600-h/DSCF1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RpQhBAQjVzI/AAAAAAAABJw/mrZ38KSZxq0/s400/DSCF1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085726180341143346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RrkCE7qImzI/AAAAAAAACUs/ElN2Oqbmxo4/s1600-h/DSCF1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/RrkCE7qImzI/AAAAAAAACUs/ElN2Oqbmxo4/s320/DSCF1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096106737103575858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2165545062667883323?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2165545062667883323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2165545062667883323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/gwinnys-birthday-party.html' title='Gwinny&apos;s Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Ro8HuAQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/r9VEPBUnJ_o/s72-c/DSCF1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-1159395741032023925</id><published>2009-05-10T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:50:58.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to sleep for weeks now. Even if I take a sleeping pill. It will be 3 or 4 in the morning before I fall asleep. I was so tired last night I was sure I would fall asleep without help and didn't take a pill. I was wide awake until 6:00 this morning when Mike got out of bed, but finally fell asleep until 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the web at 3:00 AM to read up on insomnia. Didn't learn much that I didn't already know, but gleaned one hint out of all the articles that suggested that I eat dried cherries to raise my melatonin level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said that free radicals often bother us during the times we should be sleeping. I know my system has been out of whack lately. I'm working hard to get my body working right again. I hope I can sleep tonight. I really need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-1159395741032023925?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1159395741032023925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/1159395741032023925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia!'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8413343713208827300</id><published>2009-05-08T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:50:28.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp71s60MlSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/6u9vMNCwZww/s1600-h/logo-home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp71s60MlSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/6u9vMNCwZww/s400/logo-home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088774781026473250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Hawaii a week from today, and I'm sick again! This is very discouraging! Last Sunday I was so sick I had no strength, and just felt all around awful.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to Jeremy at Herbs For Health, and he fixed me up with a few herbs I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why on earth I did this - but I haven't taken my thyroid medicine since I moved from Utah 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this way one of the problems because I have had insomnia for months now, and two nights ago I got on the web and read about flaky, dry skin. It took me to several skin diseases, and then to hypothyroidism. There is way. Every symptom I had. Swelling of the feet and ankles, dry, flaky skin, itching, fatigue, sleepiness, yet insomnia, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also put me on a better food enzyme. The one I was taking wasn't helping me anymore. And he put me on a third one to help relax my muscles. I felt better by the next day, which was yesterday, but by last evening I felt a sore throat coming on. I've heard this is going around, and I really want to be well in a week for Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get off here and get to the doctor for a prescription, because I have a sinus infection! I asked in an earlier blog, "What's Next?" Well, I guess I know what was next. I hope this antibiotic knocks it fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8413343713208827300?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8413343713208827300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8413343713208827300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/hawaii-trip.html' title='Hawaii Trip!'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rp71s60MlSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/6u9vMNCwZww/s72-c/logo-home.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5997449319681873998</id><published>2009-05-08T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:51:39.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Barbeque</title><content type='html'>We will celebrate Mother's Day on Saturday this year because we are having a barbecue at Mike and Susan's house in Syracuse, which will be the last party held there since Mike is living in Idaho, and Susan and the kids will be moving there as soon as school is out.  Mike needs to leave here by 2:00 PM on Sunday to get back to Idaho and be ready for work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice to be with everyone. I missed Elyse's birthday party because I had just gotten home from the hospital. So I missed seeing the family. We've been here over 3 weeks and I haven't seen any of Sherri's family yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and the girls were here visiting yesterday. We had a very nice visit. I invited her to the barbecue also. It will be wonderful to see everyone. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari is bringing her friend Elene. It will be nice seeing her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5997449319681873998?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5997449319681873998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5997449319681873998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-barbeque.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Barbeque'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7965836385525511863</id><published>2009-05-04T00:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:42:49.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Keep Up</title><content type='html'>This technology thing has finally started drifting away from me again.  It felt like it took me forever to finally get caught up, and now in a world of Blackberries and &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/netbooks/66726.html"&gt;netbooks&lt;/a&gt; I'm finding myself getting farther and farther behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my grand-daughter would love to get me into "texting" but you know, I'm not that great of a typist on a regular keyboard, I can't even imagine how I'd do on something so small.  I wouldn't even be able to see the screen without my reading glasses on.  How old does that make me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7965836385525511863?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7965836385525511863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7965836385525511863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/tryng-to-keep-up.html' title='Trying To Keep Up'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7886704443763752199</id><published>2009-05-04T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:36:59.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Weather</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when Lance Briggs (Chicago Bears linebacker) crashed his car on the side of a road?  There were &lt;a href="http://www.ricambiamerica.com/"&gt;Ferrari parts&lt;/a&gt; everywhere.  The one thing that wasn't around...another driver.  I always wondered how people end up in single car accidents.  But last week, it happened to our neighbor.  He was driving along and a gust of wind just sort of picked him up and tossed him to the side of the road.  His car isn't totaled and he wasn't hurt, thank heavens, I just never really realized this could happen.  Especially when cars weigh so much.  The fact that they can just be picked up and tossed aside is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7886704443763752199?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7886704443763752199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7886704443763752199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/freaky-weather.html' title='Freaky Weather'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2798379913714008588</id><published>2009-05-04T00:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:28:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>We have just finished up the final move in for our new home.  I was looking into a &lt;a href="http://www.insuranceleads.com/life-insurance-leads.aspx"&gt;life insurance lead&lt;/a&gt; so that we wouldn't have to add it to our new mortgage.  That way it's nice and easy to pay off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the additional financial movement with the new house, I must say, retirement really is a wonderful time of life.  From kids to grand kids there really just isn't a better time of life. I remember being a little leary of this time in life...but it really was much ado about nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2798379913714008588?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2798379913714008588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2798379913714008588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6105313661077424599</id><published>2009-04-26T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:12:47.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rqq_RbqIlBI/AAAAAAAACGk/fvPpe02fvKI/s1600-h/angels51gdSaT2LML._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rqq_RbqIlBI/AAAAAAAACGk/fvPpe02fvKI/s400/angels51gdSaT2LML._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092092634898928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam and Joan are our angels. They came and helped us paint all day long on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pam did leave about 1:30 and Joan about 2:00 to take care of their elderly mothers. Then Pam took care of her husband Dee, and both returned to our home at 5:30 or 6:00 to help us finish painting. Pam brought a salad that was delicious. I've been eating it ever since, (not the same one. I bought the ingredients to make it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa brought over pizza and as I mentioned in the last post, I ate the pizza when I wasn't supposed to, which added to my blood sugar problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful for such wonderful friends. When Pam found out about my trip to the hospital, she immediately asked if I needed anything. She and Joan would have been right over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6105313661077424599?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6105313661077424599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6105313661077424599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us!'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR5VM5fL_QQ/Rqq_RbqIlBI/AAAAAAAACGk/fvPpe02fvKI/s72-c/angels51gdSaT2LML._AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-9010053207547869554</id><published>2009-04-17T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:12:01.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoo Hoo--Anybody home???</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooo? Anyone?? Alrighty--I'll just claim that the door was open--and I let myself in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Robyn--You know--the &lt;a href="http://www.genkidesuyo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Genki&lt;/a&gt; one---I'm here on my Auntie Peggy's site to see if I could find her! I used to talk to her daily when she lived in Arizona--then last week--they up and moved to Utah--and I haven't heard from her since! Do you see that poor little shrimp boat post down there?? That was written over a week ago!! A WEEK!!! PEGGY WHERE ARE YOU????&lt;br /&gt;Ok-well, since I'm here I might as well make myself comfortable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsie--how you doin' girl?? I figure you read your grandma's blog-so I thought I'd give you a shout out! How's your mom? She's a cool lady--so listen to her!! How's school going?? Ok--since you probably don't know who I am--I will let you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Susan--so happy for your scheduled move! Rexburg is wonderful, and what a great job! My dearest friends are in Rexburg--he teaches Eastern European Language at BYU Idaho--hey, you may end up neighbors!! Good luck with your move--and if you do get horses--I'm soooooo there!! Congrats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny--how you doin'? It sounded like you had a nice trip-to much running around between states to truly call it relaxing--but I hope you had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris--It was fun talking to you on the phone--you need to give Pegs some pictures of Lydia--so we can actually see what the little munchkin looks like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty---I'll let myself out--but I can't guarantee I'll lock the door on my way out--so if I don't hear from Pegs soon--I may just have to come in lookin' for her again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-9010053207547869554?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9010053207547869554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/9010053207547869554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/yoo-hoo-anybody-home.html' title='Yoo Hoo--Anybody home???'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7987962463208464131</id><published>2009-04-11T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:11:06.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Our Company has Left</title><content type='html'>We are alone again. The house feels empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and David left on Saturday, and Kenny left this morning (Wednesday). It was a lot of fun having them here. We enjoyed it immensely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I played pool several times, walked through the park (Rancho Mirage)  where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped for clothes, went out to breakfast at Village Inn Monday, and had lunch Tuesday at Los Gringos, Locos, and local Mexican restaurant we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said all day long yesterday, "I don't want to go home." He was dead serious, and it made me feel bad, because I didn't want him to go home either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned coming back for Christmas, but Mike reminded him that we would be in Utah for Christmas this year. That worked for him too. He definitely is coming back here though. He loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7987962463208464131?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7987962463208464131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7987962463208464131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-our-company-has-left.html' title='All Our Company has Left'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7220389644205452110</id><published>2009-04-04T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:10:20.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip System</title><content type='html'>Everyday, Mike and I have projects to do around this house. We are trying to get it ready so everything is done by the time we leave for Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's project was the drip system. There are seventeen plants that need water. Mike and I planted Twelve of them ourselves in the last month. We hadn't had time to tie them into the drip system because we were not done with the painting project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the drip system and the paint project are done, Thank Heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several weeks now I have been watering the new plants by hand. That was a lot of trips to the sink. We do have a hose I could have dragged around. But, it was more fun carrying water I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got three sides of the house done this morning, and now Mike is out doing the east side. I was so hot and sweaty working out there - that I had to come in and take a second shower. He told me not to worry about helping him with this last side since it is small, but I feel guilty, and should be out extending a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drip system isn't really done yet because what we did was send a line to each plant. That is done. But, we have to fix the system so that the trees are watered once a week, and the plants, two to three times a week, and 2 gardenia plants need water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our maintenance man John will be over to help us do that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's project will be to sprinkle Amaze all over the gravel to keep down the weeds. We have to sprinkle it in with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to plant some cacti that the neighbor wants to get rid of. Mike doesn't really want to transplant cactus, but is willing to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided yesterday that I don't want to do it either. I had a perfect spot for one of the very large cactus's, but after looking at the spot, I realize it won't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't another spot for it that I can see. The rest of the cacti isn't really what I want in our yard. They do have one that I want, and it turns out that it is the only one they want to keep. I think we'll wait until fall and plant the ones we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7220389644205452110?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7220389644205452110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7220389644205452110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/drip-system.html' title='Drip System'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3433283996318760269</id><published>2009-04-02T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:09:41.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting The Arizona Room</title><content type='html'>Mike and I are still painting! And, we're getting sick of it! Mike got up early and finished painting the outside of the home. We are finally completely done with that job, except for the little touch-up's we keep finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was finishing that job, I started painting the Arizona Room. I was hoping to finish it today, but was not really planning to push to get it done in one day. I am amazed! It's done! And, It looks beautiful! Well, it's done except for the trim that is. I'll probably start on the trim as soon as I've had a little rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny will be here tonight at 11:00 PM. We'll get home at midnight. I hope to have the Arizona Room done way before dinner. It will be nice for Kenny to see everything painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and David got here two days ago. We're having a good time with them here. David is taking some Real Estate Investment classes in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happens that the classes are at "The Point" which is a resort that our friends Steve and Karen used to belong to. I've played tennis there with Karen, and later after their divorce, Steve took Mike and I there to dinner and to a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure it was the same place except that it looks so different. It took me a while to realize that of course it is different! It was 16 years ago that Mike and I were there, and 20 years ago since I played tennis there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's class is at the Hilton Hotel which wasn't there in 1991. The resort we were at was a little higher up the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3433283996318760269?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3433283996318760269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3433283996318760269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/painting-arizona-room.html' title='Painting The Arizona Room'/><author><name>Pegmeister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192294775163962677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4240695066240535477</id><published>2009-03-23T02:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:31:58.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's New Favorite Site</title><content type='html'>Car and truck accessories make life so much nicer. We were even excited this past Christmas to receive a steering wheel cover as an elephant gift at our annual family Christmas party. Who would have thought we would not only LOVE the gift, but get a ton of use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Mike found a site that is your one-stop shopping store for all and any car, truck, SUV, or van &lt;a href="http://store.nationalspeedinc.com/"&gt;auto performance parts&lt;/a&gt; accessory needs or wants. Want to hitch up your recreational vehicle and go? Well, you can buy the hitch here too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4240695066240535477?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4240695066240535477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4240695066240535477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/mikes-new-favorite-site.html' title='Mike&apos;s New Favorite Site'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-875158778030471049</id><published>2009-03-23T02:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:28:08.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hot Flashes For Me</title><content type='html'>I wrote several months ago about how hormones are vital to our health! And anyone who reads my blog knows how I love talking about health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am old enough to have been through most symptoms that are associated with hormones and the need for progesterone creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing is that I have never had a hot-flash in my life! I wonder if it is because I had a hysterectomy at age 28 and the doctor told me that I had just gone through early menopause. I did still have to take hormones though to avoid &lt;a href="http://www.amazing-solutions.com/creme.html"&gt;vaginal dryness&lt;/a&gt;. Which I think is a second possible reason for not having hot-flashes, and the other symptoms that are related to needing hormones and progesterone cream. I was talking hormones and one of those hormones was progesterone cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-875158778030471049?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/875158778030471049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/875158778030471049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-hot-flashes-for-me.html' title='No Hot Flashes For Me'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4028499182826981546</id><published>2009-03-23T02:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:25:26.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Parties</title><content type='html'>Our granddaughter Emily's birthday is today. Mike and I will be going to her party in about an hour. The celebration is in her (very beautiful) backyard, where swimming will take place and lots of other fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have a large pool in their yard, I suspect a child's pool is where we'll find them when we get there. So &lt;a href="http://www.poolfloatsmart.com/"&gt;pool floats&lt;/a&gt; won't be necessary.  I love that when you live in Arizona, you can sit around a pool nearly year round.  It certainly makes little girl birthday parties pretty easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't join in any swimming, (not that they want me to) but I do intend to raid the garden while I'm there! Amy has the most beautiful garden, filled with great food and all kinds of herbs. Healthy stuff, I like to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4028499182826981546?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4028499182826981546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4028499182826981546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/swimming-parties.html' title='Swimming Parties'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-6696124084753323106</id><published>2009-02-22T22:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:36:41.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad</title><content type='html'>I was just going to enter a picture on the previous post, but then I remembered that all of the photo's are on various &lt;a href="http://www.memorysuppliers.com/compactflash.html"&gt;compact flash cards&lt;/a&gt; upstairs, and I decided that I will sit down next week after everyone has left and add all of the pictures.  That way you can see the house, and the fun we had with family and friends over the coming days!  So look for me next week, and I'll fill you in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-6696124084753323106?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6696124084753323106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/6696124084753323106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bad.html' title='My Bad'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4658878914808406714</id><published>2009-02-22T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:34:31.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are In</title><content type='html'>I was sitting up in my room earlier working on the &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/laptop-computers/212.html"&gt;laptop&lt;/a&gt; when my legs started to throb.  This isn't anything abnormal, it just means I needed to get up and walk around a bit.  So I walked myself on down the stairs and decided to have a seat at the desktop to surf the net, how odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally all settled into our beautiful new home, and have a line up of guests coming around in the next week to stay and visit with us, so it was a rush to get the house unpacked and put away.  What an exhausting job!  I always vow I'll never do it again, and then find myself doing it 18 months later.  Not this time I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4658878914808406714?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4658878914808406714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4658878914808406714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-in.html' title='We Are In'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-8400728138586090188</id><published>2009-02-08T22:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:15:23.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Trip</title><content type='html'>Mike and I have certainly tried to make all the rounds while we were in Utah. We spent time with Riverdale friends Friday night. Saturday night we had dinner with Chris and David, and then went to the Salt Lake Production, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Savior Of The World. &lt;/span&gt;Sunday and Monday we spend with all our children. Tuesday we spent with my brother Mike, Cari, Joey and Brandi, and baby Austin, and Lisa's family. Wednesday we went to Brigham City, and visited with Kim's family, and that evening we went to Mike's brother Ray's church where about 50 of his family members meet for an after Christmas party. Whew! I'm getting tired telling about our travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday were spent in Rexburg Idaho with Mike and Susan and the kids. We had a wonderful visit. I'm grateful for their hospitality, and especially grateful that Mike was able to take my hubby Mike and me through the Rexburg Temple on a personal tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rexburg Temple open house is going on right now for the whole month, for people to go through the temple who are not LDS, and of course many members will be taking advantage of taking their children through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not LDS and wonder what the temples are like inside, just watch for a new one that is under construction. As soon as it's completed there will be an open house and you will have an opportunity to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful experience, and made our trip complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-8400728138586090188?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8400728138586090188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/8400728138586090188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-last-trip.html' title='Our Last Trip'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2048610488377183059</id><published>2009-02-08T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:13:44.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicals Of Technology</title><content type='html'>I sent my husband up to the drug store this afternoon for a couple of items that we were out of.  We just moved and not quite all of my boxes are unpacked.  Because of this, I find myself missing some important items while some "not so important" items are flourishing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he heads off to pick up a couple of items, and when I say a couple of items I really do mean TWO.  He was gone for over an hour and we live around the corner from the store.  I made a joke about forgetting that we moved and going back to our old house--turns out &lt;a href="http://www.posguys.com/"&gt;POS system&lt;/a&gt; wasn't working, and they were having to look everything up manually to get the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely spoiled by technology!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2048610488377183059?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2048610488377183059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2048610488377183059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/technicals-of-technology.html' title='Technicals Of Technology'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2508689732992543173</id><published>2009-02-07T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:09:08.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples To Apples</title><content type='html'>My sister has been looking into a &lt;a href="http://www.franchisegator.com/"&gt;franchise opportunity&lt;/a&gt; this past year.  For some reason, she is thinking Carmel Apples are the way to go!  I'm not sure what movement she's made on her venture--it seems the economy slowed down quite a bit right before she needed to decide.  We don't live in the same state, and we don't talk all that often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the news a lot lately, and there are a couple of industries that seem to be holding steady, even with the economic uncertainty.  The cheaper "fast food" type places are doing better because people still don't want to cook--and they think it's more fiscally sound to go out to a less expensive dinner.  Sounds good to me---I just wonder if she'll be open to the idea of changing her plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2508689732992543173?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2508689732992543173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2508689732992543173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/apples-to-apples.html' title='Apples To Apples'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-5102519618453607801</id><published>2009-02-06T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:05:14.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fun</title><content type='html'>After all of the grandbabies this summer, I am all shopped out!  I don't have to set foot in a baby store until the birthday's start rolling around again this year.  I make it sound like I'm really put out, huh!  The reality is, there is nothing I would rather do than shop for &lt;a href="http://www.liquidation.com/list/c1001/cta/1.html"&gt;wholesale clothing&lt;/a&gt; at the cute little baby shops.  It's the one thing I miss from my own kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got each grandbaby a couple of cute outfits and a fun toy to grow into.  I hope their parents like the selections we picked out, I personally think they'll love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-5102519618453607801?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5102519618453607801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/5102519618453607801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-fun.html' title='Baby Fun'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-4292037500017718720</id><published>2009-01-22T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:39:07.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year</title><content type='html'>I have started a new &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosspills.net/"&gt;weight loss pill&lt;/a&gt;!  I know, it's the standard New Years resolution, but hey, when it's a good one-why drop it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, and I'll say it again-this is a year for getting myself healthy.  Thin isn't too bad of a consequence either, but really what's the point of getting thin if you are sick afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a chance that if I drop weight too quickly I could wind up with a serious case of aspartame poisoning, so I have to do it slow and carefully.  But hey, like I said--this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-4292037500017718720?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4292037500017718720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/4292037500017718720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-year.html' title='My Year'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-7254329337069272760</id><published>2009-01-19T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:32:38.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Genetic Problems</title><content type='html'>Do you know anyone with &lt;a href="http://www.cerebral-palsy-injury.com"&gt;cerebral palsy&lt;/a&gt;?  It can be a devastating disease that can be avoided so many times.  When I was growing up there was a couple just up the street from us who both had this.  Because they knew they could most likely pass it on to their children, they made the choice to adopt.  They adopted two really sweet kids from Colombia and you know, handicapped or not, they did a really great job with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always worried about some of the genetic disorders we could have passed on to our kids.  So far, we've been pretty lucky.  Genetic testing...it's just not something you think of when you are planning a wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-7254329337069272760?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7254329337069272760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/7254329337069272760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/genetic-problems.html' title='Genetic Problems'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2132997653652026570</id><published>2009-01-12T02:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:39:11.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Reform</title><content type='html'>Living in Arizona, one of the key items we'd like to see addressed with this new presidency is the need for immigration reform.  Every year you hear of many illegals that get disoriented in the dessert on their hike to freedom and they end up dying.  As much as I am for securing our borders, I do feel for these people and their plight.  Arizona is definitely a place where an &lt;a href="http://www.rootlaw.com/"&gt;immigration attorney&lt;/a&gt; can make a difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have a pretty wonderful country.  I've thought that my whole life.  I understand why people are dying to get here.  It just breaks my heart how often it actually happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2132997653652026570?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2132997653652026570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2132997653652026570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/immigration-reform.html' title='Immigration Reform'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-3569375072719386161</id><published>2009-01-10T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:31:48.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Technology</title><content type='html'>I wrote in an earlier post, that I was looking for &lt;a href="http://www.memorysuppliers.com/laptopmemory.html"&gt;notebook computer memory&lt;/a&gt;.  I finally found some online that is pretty inexpensive, and I'm hoping we'll soon be back to normal where computer speed is concerned. These let you download images and documents to these cute little sticks.  Since I'm not too experienced with them, I want to make sure you can't damage them.  I would hate to put all of my photo's on them, delete the photo's off of my hard drive, only to have something go wrong with my stick!  Anyone else notice any problems??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-3569375072719386161?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3569375072719386161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/3569375072719386161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovin-technology.html' title='Lovin&apos; Technology'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886417.post-2376881863887228352</id><published>2009-01-08T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:27:27.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Some Rest</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you would really call it resting after we got back from Idaho, but we at least made an attempt to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been cold! In fact, friget cold! It has snowed a few days while we've been here, but for the most part, we were able to get right back inside and get warm going from home to home. Today the sun is shining and even though it's cold outside, it's very pretty, and the blue sky and sun shining through our windows makes it feel toasty and nice in our condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has done some running around today, looking for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2insure4less.com/"&gt;cheap car insurance&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;but for the most part I have stayed inside and have gotten some closets and drawers cleaned out. We cleaned our a storage shed last far just before we left and even though we put things away, I felt we needed to concentrate on some better organization. It looks very nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886417-2376881863887228352?l=peggysazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2376881863887228352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886417/posts/default/2376881863887228352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peggysazlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-some-rest.html' title='Getting Some Rest'/><author><name>Happy Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021817538884109024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
